As we were
sitting around talking and laughing, Mike told us that their middle daughter
was going to be baptized during camp by her grandma (Mike’s mom). This just added to the anticipation and joy
of the coming week. For the baptize Mike
was going to play guitar and sing, but was not finding the right song. Lori asked if he knew the song “O Sun” by
Peter Mayer (www.petermayer.net). Mike loved it and began writing out the music
and learning to play it. Now the house
was filled with Mike strumming a few chords, the scratch of his pencil on the
paper, more strumming, humming
. . . by the end of the day he could play it by
heart.
At Cromberg
campground they have an outside baptism fount.
It is up the hill from the cabins and tucked underneath towering pine
trees. When the time came for the
baptism service the camp made its way up the hill gathering around the
fount. Warm sunlight filtered down
through the still pines. Bird song and
twitters gave welcome to the sacred moment.
Beginning with hymns we joined our voices with the avian choir in that
church of pines.
As
granddaughter and grandma descended into the pool of water, Mike began to play
“O Sun.” The song is about being filled
by the sun, wine, and wind. The lyrics
express sacramental language of asking to be filled by life, strength, and
breathe. And to help us shine, to be
opened-wide, and to pour forth the same life and love we receive from God
through blessings of community, unity in diverse, sacredness of creation, and
worth of all persons.
During the
second verse of the song that asks “O wind, come fill me” a gust of wind whoosh
through the pines surprising us all. At
the end of the verse the wind was gone.
As Mike finished the song, I looked at him and his face was just
radiating with the huge bewildered smile that seemed to ask the same question I
was pondering: “Did that really happen?”
When the
service was over some of us practically sprinted down the hill to download the
video that was taken of the baptism onto a laptop. We hit “play” in wonder and
anticipation. “Did that really
happen?” It did! That gift of gusting wind filled the pines,
filled Mike’s and Ruth’s daughter, filled all of us with God’s Spirit in that
sacramental moment.
This was a
baptism experience I will not forget as God’s Spirit whooshed through the
pines!
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