Week-long intermittent rains from Tropical Storm Bill left a damp footprint upon the St. Louis Metro area. Winds lashed trees, pounded roofs, gentled gardens. With the return of sunshine neighborhoods appeared fresh, like the first morning of creation.

On that same morning, as well, another washing occurred, the baptism of eleven-week-old-David, wearing a lace trimmed gown purchased by his grandparents during a 1955 stop in Ireland. More waters trickled over the infant’s forehead, together with the sacred words proclaimed by the deacon. A hush stirred the witnesses. Then it was done.

A centuries-old ritual, enacted within biblical stories of great waters depicted in creation, the deluge, the Red Sea, the Jordan River, still speaks of our loving God’s desire to refresh, to restore. We’ve only to listen …