baptism
I have been drowning since watching someone else go under water. The other person is fine; it was intentional. It was a baptism. Technically I'm fine too. I'm drowning in memories and emotions, not water. The preacher talked about finding home in community and finding life in Jesus. We sang "How Deep The Father’s Love For Us." The peacefulness of the event was pulling me under as quickly as was the absence of fire, brimstone, and hell. Was this what baptism was supposed to be? People were hoping the sun would come out just for a moment, as the North Sea was cold and those getting baptized would appreciate the warmth. I was hoping that the water from the sky hid the water from my eyes. Or maybe others would assume my tears were of joy, because I knew one of the people being baptized. I went about the rest of the day, telling myself that I wasn't that bothered. But night came, and the pressure I felt suggested it was the darkness of the ocean floor rather tha...