(Mark 1 v 11)
This week we have 3 guests
One is a baby
Our grandson
He gets fed, held, spoken to.
Even though he doesn’t understand words themselves.
But he instinctively trusts that love will be given
In every meal, comfort and smile.
But he does nothing except looks up at me.
As he lies in my arms
And I would do anything for him
I cannot help it
I am smitten.
In the picture of Jesus’ baptism,
When God’s Son had done no mighty work
Or sacrificed anything (yet).
The Father spoke
And one translations puts it like this:
“You are my beloved Son. You delight me”
Certainly we are not accustomed to this.
A self giving, overwhelming love that cannot help itself.
But takes delight in us simply because we are.
And not because of anything we have ever done.
Unlike my grandson,
I need reminding.