Baptism

I love baptisms!  Is there anything more restoring to the soul than a baptism? 

We've had two baptisms in my unit, one that I performed recently and another that I facilitated through a friend and fellow chaplain.  Here are some pictures from the latest:

 Matt 3:13-17

Then Jesus came from Galilee to John at the Jordan, to be baptized by him. John would have prevented him, saying, ‘I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?’ But Jesus answered him, ‘Let it be so now; for it is proper for us in this way to fulfill all righteousness.’ Then he consented. 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.’

Aloha

Last week Jenn and I went to Oahu, Hawaii, sans kids (thanks to my mom and sister for filling in back in Joshua Tree).  It was an overdue 10-year anniversary trip and second honeymoon. 

We had an amazing experience.  As someone who loves to snorkel, Oahu was heaven.  While Jenn sunbathed on the beach, I spent almost all my time in the water.  The diversity of the fish, and their vibrant colors never ceased to amaze me. 

While floating in the blue waters of a bay at North Shore, something large came into view.  Snorkeling can be relaxing, exciting, and, at times, terrifying—like when a wave threatens to throw you into some rocks, or when a big unknown mass comes swimming your way.  In the back of my mind, the Jaws music is always queued up for when something large materializes in the water (usually another snorkeler).  As I made out the shape, my fear melted away as I realized that it was a massive sea turtle.

I expected the turtle to swim away, but it didn't seem bothered by my presence.  Instead, the turtle seemed like it was inviting me to follow.  Precious seconds turned into minutes as the turtle slowly led me on a tour of the rocks and plants and fish, our bodies floating and moving together as waves rolled over us. 

At one point, with the turtle floating directly below me, our bodies aligned, a large wave crashed over us.  And I fought against it.  The turtle seemed startled by my ungraceful movements.  It looked me in the eyes, as if to say, "Don't fight the waves."  In fact, as I processed this experience later while speaking with Jenn, I told her, "It was like the turtle was speaking to me.  Like he had something to tell me."  Jenn asked, "Well, what did he tell you?"  I paused, and then it was quite clear.  "He told me, 'Aloha.  Be at peace.'"

Commonly used to say hello, or goodbye, Aloha means so much more: peace, mercy, compassion, love.  Visiting the islands taught me that it's a way of life, a way of being--not unlike the idea of shalom.

The turtle was both my guide and messenger in a holy place.  I felt like I better understood the experience in Isaiah 6, even if just a little bit.  After about 10 minutes, another snorkeler swam up, scaring away the turtle.  So I swam back to Jenn, without words to adequately describe the experience or convey how it transformed me.