Wonder

by

Andrew Thomas

Nine years ago, I became a dad.

I’ll never forget how unspeakably precious my daughter was to me as I held her in my arms for the first time. A lifetime of potential before her. So much to see and experience and do and become. So much love. It was an eye-opening moment of abundant wonder for me, and I was so thankful to be there for it, to stand witness to the wonder.  

This last weekend, I found myself again in a place of wonder when I had the privilege of standing alongside our community as we watched fifty-four lives stepping into the waters of baptism. I stood in the waters next to individuals, couples, friends, even entire families, from all walks of life. Each person was on a journey so beautiful and uniquely all their own, and yet each of these hearts felt called by that same deepest source that animates all things: Christ Jesus.

For a moment, I got to hold each person in my arms as I lowered them into the depths of a tradition that symbolizes the dying of an old way of doing life and a resurrection of something brand new. Each of their hearts, their stories, their pasts, and their futures, unspeakably precious. All things being made new by a God who calls, restores, and redeems because it is the very essence of how love works itself out in our world. 

It reminds me of the words of King David when he examined how God had moved in his own life: “Who am I, Sovereign LORD... that you have brought me this far?” (2 Samuel 7:18).

Who are we all that God has brought us this far? His love never fails.

My heart is filled to overflowing as I stand witness to the wonder.