Showing posts with label baptism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baptism. Show all posts

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Brooke's Big Day

The theme for Brooke's first birthday party revolved around The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle. And while the past 12 months have seemed more like a speeding train than a crawl to me, the theme seems to fit. The evolution from tiny baby to toddler is as startling as the evolution of caterpillar to beautiful butterfly.
Brooke Jaylin Ladd arrived at 6:57 AM, Thursday, September 4, 2014. She weighed 7 pounds, 6 ounces, and was 20 inches long. These days, she walks - or runs - everywhere and seems destined to follow her Mommy's footsteps as the designated family climber. (Jill caught her trying to scale the pantry shelves within the past couple of weeks.)  
We got a review of the monthly snapshots via our own hungry caterpillar, and her cake also featured the theme. 
Kinley was rather delicate with her "smash" cake on her first birthday. Brooke was anything but delicate, necessitating a bath after her enthusiastic eating spree. I guess she was taking the Very Hungry Caterpillar theme to heart. She was very hungry for cake!
The family portrait we took before church may have had the same "color story" as one we took right after she came home from the hospital ...
September 2014
but adding another wiggly girl into the mix made for more outtakes than the one from a year ago.
September 2015
It was a busy and meaningful day for Miss Brooke and family. Sunday was also Brooke's baptism day at Susanna Wesley United Methodist Church in Topeka.
 
I know that not every denomination believes in infant baptism. But it is part of our United Methodist tradition.
In December 1985, Jill was baptized at the Stafford United Methodist Church.
And just like with Brooke, grandparents were there to witness the sacrament and stand alongside as the parents continued a heritage of faith. (One of my regrets about Sunday was not getting photos of Brooke with both sets of grandparents and the five great-grandparents. But there wasn't really time at the church before the next service began. We should have done it at home, but we didn't.)

During an infant baptism, the parents confess their belief in Jesus Christ as their Savior and commit to nurture their child by teaching and example:
... "that the child may be guided to accept God's grace for themselves, to profess their faith openly and to lead a Christian life."
But it's more than just Jill and Eric and their families. The church family at Susanna Wesley also commits to this child. Before the service, I had watched families with young children barrel headlong into the sanctuary. I watched older congregants make their way slowly down the aisles, pausing to say hello.

During the baptism sacrament, the congregation says together:
With God's help we will proclaim the good news and live according to the example of Christ. We will surround Brooke with a community of love and forgiveness, that she may grow in her trust of God and be found faithful in her service to others. We will pray for her that she may be a true disciple who walks in the way that leads to Life.
That is a powerful legacy of faith. And as Brooke's church family and birth family gathered for her baptism and birthday, I was thankful for the legacy of it all. Second year ... here we come!
A little cousin love!

Monday, March 3, 2014

God Fills in the Blank

Cathedral of the Plains, Victoria, KS (St. Fidelis Catholic Church)
I've heard and read the account of Jesus' baptism dozens of times. I've been going to church since my parents carried me through the doors of our tiny rural church as an infant, so I've had plenty of opportunities to hear preachers' take on this familiar passage.
Trinity United Methodist Church, Hutchinson, KS
Beautiful stained glass windows depict the scene as John the Baptist baptizes Jesus and a dove comes down from heaven:
And when Jesus had been baptized, just as he came up from the water, suddenly the heavens were opened to him and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting on him. And a voice from heaven said, "This is my Son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased."
Matthew 3: 16
But I "heard" it differently a few weeks ago. Pastor Ben shared it as the Gospel lesson, focusing on Jesus baptism in Matthew 3: 13-17.

You know it's a good sermon when you're still thinking about the message two months later. Then, I read the Scripture for this week's service, Transfiguration Sunday. The Gospel lesson was Matthew 17:1-9. And, again, we hear the Word of God:
“This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased. Listen to him!
Matthew 17: 5b
As Pastor Ben shared, many of us have an internal monologue, telling ourselves, "I feel like I am accepted as long as I am __________ enough."

The blank is different for everyone. The blank may be different for me today than it was yesterday.

I feel like I am accepted as long as I am smart enough.
I feel like I am accepted as long as I am thin enough.
I feel like I'm accepted as long as I work hard enough.
I feel like I'm accepted as long as I am rich enough. 
I feel like I'm accepted as long as I make everyone happy enough.
Etc.
Etc.
Etc.

But, as Pastor Ben shared, God didn't put conditions on His love for Christ. In the passage in Matthew, He simply says: "I love Him. I am pleased with Him."
God sent us Jesus. Through baptism, we are initiated into Christ's holy church. We are given new life through water and the Spirit. All this is God's gift, offered to us without price. That's worth repeating: Without price. We don't have to look a certain way. We don't have to work for it. Through baptism, we are incorporated by the Holy Spirit into God's new creation. We are members of the family of Christ.

And, as Pastor Ben told us, we can begin subtracting that soundtrack that plays in our very human brains.

I feel like I am accepted as long as I am _________ enough.

Instead, we hear:
You are mine.
You are loved.
I am pleased.
Remember, as a kid, throwing a rock into a pond? The circles radiate from that center, reaching further and further until the banks of the pond stop the flow. Even then, the leaves and plants dance around the edge of the pond as the water reaches them.

Because of the Rock of Ages, we can be that pebble, radiating out from God's love in the center. It can be in a smile .. in a helping hand ... in turning the other cheek ... in an encouraging note ... in serving a funeral dinner ... in picking up some extra supplies for the local food bank. The options are endless. It's another reminder to be like ripples on a pond, where we radiate outward and carry the love of Christ into the lives of others.
One of the songs we sang on that baptism Sunday was "Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy." It's not a hymn that I was as familiar with, but I loved the words, including:

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry 'til you're better,
You will never come at all.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.

I don't have to wait to come to Jesus until I have everything figured out. That's not going to happen this side of heaven.  I liked this version, sung by Fernando Ortega along with Amy Grant.



I love old hymns, but I also like contemporary Christian music. On K-LOVE one day, I heard a song by Jonny Diaz called, "A More Beautiful You." And it made me think back to Pastor Ben's message of God's love for us, through Christ.

You are loved.
You are mine.
I am pleased.

His love isn't dependent upon how the outside world views us. God crosses out those words that often rattle through our brains: "I feel like I am accepted as long as I am _____________ enough."

He's enough. That's the Good News.



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This is my March post at Lovely Branches Ministries. I am also linked to Jennifer Dukes Lee's Tell His Story and to Nebraska blogger Michelle DeRusha's Hear It On Sunday, Use It On Monday. 

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Ancient Words

Jesus loves you, Kinley! It was more than just a message on a cake or a pretty new dress.

As I watched her Mommy's hands encircle hers before morning worship began at Susanna Wesley United Methodist Church in Topeka, I thought about the legacy of faith that has been passed from generation to generation.

I know that not every denomination believes in infant baptism. But it is part of our United Methodist tradition.

In December 1985, Jill was baptized at the Stafford United Methodist Church. She was about 3 months old, similar to Kinley's 10 weeks.

And just like with Kinley, grandparents were there to witness the sacrament and stand alongside as the new parents continued a heritage of faith.

Kinley's grandparents and great-grandparents were all there to witness the special day.

Eric's brothers, Drew & Brian, sister-in-law Jillian and baby Hannah were there, too.

Kinley's cousin, Hannah, (born just one month after Kinley) will be baptized on Palm Sunday at their own church.

During an infant baptism, the parents confess their belief in Jesus Christ as their Savior and commit to nurture their child by teaching and example:
... "that the child may be guided to accept God's grace for themselves, to profess their faith openly and to lead a Christian life."
But it's more than just Jill and Eric and their families. The church family at Susanna Wesley also commits to this baptized child. Before the service, I had watched families with young children barrel headlong into the sanctuary. I watched older congregants make their way slowly down the aisles, pausing to say hello.

During the baptism sacrament, the congregation says together:
With God's help we will proclaim the good news and live according to the example of Christ. We will surround Kinley with a community of love and forgiveness, that she may grow in her trust of God and be found faithful in her service to others. We will pray for her that she may be a true disciple who walks in the way that leads to Life.
How awesome is that?!

Pastor David & Kinley

A children's choir sang during the worship service. I was struck by the message of the song, Ancient Words, by Michael W. Smith.

Holy words of our faith
Handed down to this age
Came to us through sacrifice
Oh, heed the faithful words of Christ.

Holy words long preserved
For our walk in this world
Courage, peace, a loving heart
Oh, let the ancient words impart.

And that's what I pray for Kinley.

Here's Michael W. Smith's rendition of Ancient Words. Enjoy!