They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. – Field of Dreams.
I love the image of dipping myself in magic waters. Every time I go to a beach I can’t wait to for the first wave to touch my toes. I am a reincarnated great seal that loves the feel of water against my skin whether it be the ocean, the special swimming hole of my youth, or the pool at the Y. This Sunday my youngest granddaughter will be dipped in another kind of magic water – the water of baptism, meaning the parents and godparents of Frances Lee will be invited to be responsible for seeing that she be brought up in the Christian faith and life. A heady responsibility.
One day, Frances Lee will be able to make the decision about her own faith and beliefs. That too is a heady proposition. Many begin the process by study of a faith’s historical origins, reading admiring stories about its martyrs, comparing its teachers’ and followers’ actions to their words, and attending its services. These are all important steps, ones I have taken and continue to take, but at some point to understand Christianity or any other faith or religion one must immerse oneself in the “magic waters” of the atmosphere of the love and hope of God. Reason and evidence can take us only so far, it is only when we open ourselves up to the mystery of faith and trust in something that is higher and better than intellect can take us, can we truly understand what any faith is all about.
To have known and felt this “is as if you’ve dipped yourself in magic waters.”
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