Homily for Sunday, January 12, 2014 Celtic
Evening Prayer Buck Mountain Church
I love being
present for a baptism, and since they usually happen at our morning service, I
hope you regular 5 o’clockers will someday attend a baptism here if you haven’t
already. Generally, the ones being baptized are infants or young children.
Their parents, godparents, and grandparents gather around the baptismal font.
Our vicar Connie calls all of the older children to the front of the church so they bear
witness and are participants in
this important sacrament, something they themselves experienced not so long
before but likely do not recollect.
There is so much joy, the church is one big smile, and it seems to be a
brightly sunlit day, whether the sun is shining or not. The congregants break into spontaneous
applause as Connie carries the infant all the way up the aisle and back and we
are asked to welcome the newly baptized.
The
sun shone on Jesus the day he was baptized, or so it seems in the story. In Matthew’s description, after Jesus
is baptized by John, “The heavens opened and he saw the Spirit of God
descending like a dove and alighting on him. And a voice from heaven said, ‘This is my Son, the Beloved,
with whom I am well pleased.’”
Imagine how startled John and other witnesses must have been! The voice
of God, as described in the old Hebrew scriptures, including Psalm 29, was “a
powerful voice, a voice of splendor,” a voice that could “split the flames of
fire or make the oak trees writhe.”
How marvelous it must have been to hear the words of fatherly pride and
love in that voice! I am pretty
sure this is the only time in the gospels when all three of the persons of the
Trinity are physically represented together in the same scene. In that light,
every detail of Jesus’s baptism is significant.
Jesus
chooses to be baptized by his cousin John, even though John demurs and says it
would be more appropriate for Jesus to baptize him. Jesus insists,
knowing that this “fulfilling of all righteousness,” as he expresses it, will
be the public beginning of his ministry. The visible presence of the Spirit in
the form of a dove and the proclamation by the Father himself were affirmations
he may have needed as he began his journey, his ministry, whose terminal point
in a brief three years would be the cross.
Jesus’s
full immersion in the Jordan River, as an adult, is very different from the
infant baptisms involving a sprinkle of water that we witness today. As much as we cherish having the little
ones incorporated into the body of Christ and protected by that grace from
infancy, there is an aspect of baptism that we lose when we are not fully
immersed as adults.
In
the early centuries of the Christian faith, those wishing to be baptized [let’s
call them catechumens] were adults who endured three years of work and study to
prepare themselves for the sacrament.
In those days, all baptisms took place at Easter, and the catechumens
participated in a full weekend of services. At 3:00 on Good Friday afternoon,
they were publicly examined and anointed with oil for the first of three times,
the sign of the cross being made on their heads to signify their turning toward
the Lord. The Great Vigil of Easter consumed most of Saturday, and at its high
point on Saturday evening, the catechumens stripped off all of their
clothing. Their nakedness
represented a renunciation of everything in their past lives, the death of
their former selves. At this time, their bodies were anointed with the oil of
the Spirit.
In
the dark early morning hours of Easter Sunday, as the vigil continued, the
catechumens were led to the baptismal pool, where a crowd awaited them and they
were anointed and examined for the last time. After each one entered the pool,
the deacon asked three questions: “Do you believe in God? Do you believe in
Jesus Christ? Do you believe in the Holy Spirit?” After each question and the
response, “I believe,” the deacon held the catechumen’s head under the water,
pressing it down. This baptism was
indeed a death and rebirth into new life. As St. Paul said in his letter to the
Colossians (Chapter 2), “When you were buried with him in baptism, you were
also raised with him through faith in the power of God.”
Not
only was being held under water like a death and burial, but the nudity can be
seen as symbolic of Christ’s nakedness on the cross. Where is the joy in such a
baptism, you may ask? In the
resurrection, of course. The newly baptized Christians, knowing themselves to
be born into new life in Christ, had undergone a thrilling demonstration of victory
over death. After three years of
rigorous preparation, they were now finally members of the church, the body of
Christ. They lived in a world
where identification with that radical group known as Christians might very
well result in their martyrdom.
The baptism they had undergone was
not only a test, but a preparation. I’m sure many of them kept the story of
Jesus’s glorious baptism in mind as an affirmation of their own faith. May we
always do the same. Amen.