I used to view the sacraments as components of my faith tradition, I now understand them to be the tether that connects me to my understanding of who God is and how God shows up in my life. They keep me grounded in a world that is moving further away from authentic, life-giving connection.
I no longer simply go through the motions when participating in a worship experience that includes communion or baptism. I listen intently to the words of institution as the pastor lifts the plate and cup that include elements that are a part of my daily life. When I witness a baptism, I consider what it means to be part of a community that uplifts, supports, nurtures and loves people into life.
I marvel at a God who loves us first, before we can do or be anything, and claims us as beloved.
This message is an excerpt from “Shame: The enemy of baptism” by Rozella Haydee White in the January 2017 issue of Cafe. Today we remember Jonathan Edwards, teacher, missionary to American Indians, who died in 1758.