I can't remember my baptism.
I was only 3 months old.
Some would say that's too bad;
some might doubt whether it was a baptism at all.
I have witnessed many baptisms --
adults, youth, infants --
children of God of all ages.
The things that matter
are always the same:
the water -- a gift from your creation,
the words -- I baptize you in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit,
the washing -- You are forgiven and set free to love and to live,
the wonder -- "You are God's beloved; with you God is well pleased."
the welcome -- Child of God, Child of the Covenant, welcome into the family of faith,
the work -- sent to proclaim might acts of God who calls the world out of darkness into marvelous light!
I am baptized alright!
Washed in the Waters.
Drowned in the Deep.
Claimed in the Covenant Waters
Flooded by the Fountain of Life.
Poured into by the power of the Spirit.
I am baptized!
In times of difficulty and hardship,
like the great reformer Martin Luther,
I find myself touching my forehead,
and drawing great comfort in knowing:
"I am baptized!"
Thanks be to God!