Today, our church surrounded the ordinary waters that I see in our backyard every day, to decorate them with flowers and to bless them with prayer in preparation for the baptism of three people. The sun blazed through a clear blue sky as we heard about lives warmed by an encounter with grace, and we felt envy as they enjoyed the refreshing embrace of that water.
I was full to overflowing myself, wishing that I could give this amazing Kiwi blessing to each and every person:
(The sign of the cross is made on the forehead)
Christ embraces you: receive the sign of his cross.
Always remember that
you are beautiful in the sight of God;
the mark of Christ is upon you:
walk free and open your heart to life,
for the Spirit journeys with you into each new day.
Which was obviously unecesary. By the end of the morning, our usual Anglican Eucharist liturgy was punctuated with the sound of half of the congregation canonballing their way into those same waters of grace. It was an upending scene, watching otherwise normal, fully clothed people swimming through those waters.