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Fr Ian Crooks 8 January 2017 Isaiah 42.1-9, Psalm 29, Acts 10.34-43, Matthew 3.13-17 Revisions of dictionaries are constantly adding new words to our vocabulary and deleting others: and in some cases the meaning of words change over time. For example, I used to understand the meaning of device, application, notebook, icon, cloud: nowadays I concede other meanings have to be accommodated. Not so long ago it was blackberry, which I thought was something nasty behind the tool shed! Then there are words like perfect, awesome, absolutely, totally, which are used for having the correct change for something I’ve bought, to approval or agreement. But I rather object to my name or details being grabbed – and Margaret and I do not answer to being called ‘guys’. Not surprisingly, on more than one occasion, I’ve been called ‘a cranky old man,’ and on some occasions I am happy to wear such a label as a badge of honour. It is said that language and our use of it, defines us, together with our morality and our beliefs and that is true both a personal level and of our society in general. However there is one word about which we much never compromise. And that word is baptism – a word rich and deep in meaning. It’s popular and shallow alternative – christening – is not only unbiblical, it is also non-liturgical; it does not appear in any of our prayer books. It may well be appropriate for launching shops and for the naming of bells, but it is totally deficient in describing the Christian rite of initiation: this rite of passage from darkness to light, on the path to eternity. We the Church make incredible claims about baptism: that in being baptised we share in Christians’ victory over death and incorporated ingot the life of Christians we are taken up into the very life of God – a new life which we then strive to live out within a society founded on Christian values, but which are largely no longer acknowledged or adhered to, and in reality are being squeezed out of our cultural heritage. In the course of my ministry, including holiday visits to other churches, I have experienced some wonderful and moving baptismal celebration, as well as some appalling ones. None so appalling however was a mass baptism conducted by a bishop in the early 19th century near St Petersburg: “when a baby slipped from the Bishop’s hands and disappeared into the freezing waters of the river Neva, he just shouted, ‘give me another one,’ and carried on.’ In stark contrast, John Westerhoff, an Episcopalian priest/education recalled at a GBRE conference in 1980, a visit he made to a village in South America. He attended mass on the Sunday morning and witnessed a baptism like no other: the infant was bought to the font in an open coffin, the baby clothes were removed, and the priest immersed the naked baby in the waters of the large font three times, in the of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, and with the oils of anointing marking him with the sign of the cross saying, ‘I baptise you Pablo Manuel Christian,’ and then the baby was clothed in a baptismal rode as the congregation shouted ‘Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.’ ‘That was baptism,’ said Westerhoff, ‘and it’s hard for those of us in a more restrained culture to plunge the depths of its symbolism, when we just sprinkle a little water.’ We suffer from suffocating the symbols of Baptism with words. Yet the only words that are recorded from our Lord’s baptism are definitive: ‘this is my Son, the beloved, with whom I am well pleased’ (Matthew 3.17).


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