Holy Moment

Three months sober

and today - glorious -

was the start of a

new life.

She told me about the battle -

her body the battle ground

between evil and light,

meth and the Bible -

clinging to Scripture,

taking a hit -

it waged on and on.

There was no fight

left in her.

But today

baptism waters

mingle

with tears that won't stop,

overflowing.

We stand in the water,

warm and swirling,

and watch the worship,

the fullness of the words

washing over us.

Holding hands under the water,

I squeeze tight.

She repeats the Good Confession -

"I believe

that Jesus is the Christ..."

In that moment,

no one means them more.

I dip her under,

buried.

She has known what death feels like.

Then raised!

So quick,

Wet and smiling.

She's new!

We can't even get out of the baptistry

before she's overcome.

The gravity

of what just happened

slowing us down.

We stand in the water,

wet embrace,

hot tears running down my face,

I tell her how proud I am.

When Holy Spirit comes,

we don't rush

this holy moment.

He's there

to help her fight,

to say,

"Now, she's mine."