Resurrection
1…
I’ve allowed myself one year of mourning. That’s over now. Sort of like Jack counting to 5 to let the fear in. But only to 5. Everyone needs their time, but at some point you have to get back to work and do what you are meant to do, no excuses.
…2…
It’s not as difficult as I thought it would be to leave it behind. I’m thankful for what seems to be a fairly clean cut. But it’s still a cut.
…3…
A few months ago Noah asked to be baptized. I told him we’d talk about it. In some regards I want him to understand what he is doing when he’s baptized, but in the end it’s beyond even my comprehension. So expecting him to understand is a bit much when I can barely explain it. During our talks I didn’t interview him. I didn’t quiz him on Bible knowledge, and when the time came I didn’t ask for a answer to the question “do you believe that Jesus is the Son of God”, to which even the evil one would answer in the affirmative. He’s confessed his love for Jesus already in more ways than I ever have.
…4…
Instead we talked about being a disciple and committing life to following a man who was here from day one. Because he will undoubtedly run into numerous opinions as to exactly what baptism is for we talked about the reason to be baptized. The main reason I gave Noah is if you want to be like someone you do what they do, follow them, hang out with them a lot. We want to be like Jesus. He was baptized. So we are baptized, as well.
On Saturday, May 21, 2011, Kristi, Elijah and I walked into the water with Noah and baptized him together, surrounded by many friends and family. It was exactly one year after Dad died. The metaphors for resurrection and restoration are too numerous and a bit overwhelming.
It’s good to be on…5…this side again.
