Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.
Baptism... a day to declare the work of grace in our hearts and to celebrate the new life we have been given through His sacrifice.
I sat there in the shade looking at my beautiful church family who had all come to take part in the celebration of new life for nine beautiful souls. In the middle of the harsh Honduran summer, the children dove head first into the cool waters of the pools, the men off to play soccer and the women chatting and laughing in the shade. I sat for a moment to give praise, to give thanks for all of this. I am not sure an outsider could fully understand the miracle that was taking place in that moment, but I knew full well that this was truly an act of God.
I saw Lida, who then I met her was chained down by a deep depression. Her four babies walked each day up the mountain to grandma's for food, because mama couldn't get out of bed. Today, her smile radiated as she rose out of the healing baptismal waters- clean, new, alive. God had made her new.
I saw Jose, a man who had surrendered in the battle against alcoholism. Whose four year old daughter not long along was heard running from the house screaming, "he's going to kill my mom, help!" This same man was brought to tears while the nine prayed a prayer of thanksgiving for their redemption. Now, he is cannonballing himself into the deep end. His sweet daughter who has spent her short life fearing him is hugging him tightly and laughing uncontrollably as her little heart praises God for the sweet moment with her papa. And her childlike faith tells her there is hope even still for him.
I saw seven teenagers, who statistically speaking (in Honduras) should have already dropped out, gotten pregnant or involved themselves in drugs, declare that they will not conform to this world. Instead, their lives will be ones of hope, joy, beauty, and truth. They now were throwing each other into the pool without a care or worry in the world.
Children who sleep on dirt floors and occasionally eat more than one meal a day, women who have never learned to read or write, men who have struggled against addiction, broken families from impoverished communities... the hopeless, the poor, the least of these. I scanned the crowd, none of them were to be found. All I saw were men, women, and children living new lives: rich lives full of joy and laughter, full of love and grace, full of hope. I saw a miracle of God.
I am just a simple person who is trying to follow God the best I can. For He has changed my life and my heart. He has shown me what it is to love and to serve. And I spend my days trying to imitate His example wherever I am.