When I was a kid, I loved bath time. Soaking in a pool built specifically for all my toys (or so I thought). It was new, unchartered territory each evening that me, my Star Wars guys, and GI Joe could explore. Sitting in some water, soaking in the joy. Sounds a bit like baptism. Water connected to joy.
Baptism. It’s a sacrament (one of two in the protestant church) – a religious ceremony or ritual regarded as imparting divine grace. It’s a sign. Some would say, “an outward sign of an inner reality.” “If anyone is in Christ, they are a new creation” (2 Cor. 5:17). It’ a seal. “You were also sealed with the promised Holy Spirit” (Eph. 1:13). It’s a symbol. You have been washed clean and made new – better than any bath could ever do, for the bath of baptism symbolizes the washing of your soul. “Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience” (Heb. 10:22)
Baptism: a sacrament, a sign, a seal, a symbol.
Baptism.
Water connected to joy.
