Baptism

I sat in church the other day, a rare event for me, for my grown daughter's baptism into the Baptist church.I was there to support her spiritual journey, and I do, but as the question was asked, "Do you accept Jesus as your Lord and Saviour?" the answer welling from the depths of my soul was "No" and again "No", without hesitation, without thought, without sorrow or remorse. But that does not mean I fail to understand or love that which we call "God", just that I do not worship what requires communion.

I will accept Jesus as my brother, but not my Lord, as my comrade, but not my Saviour. I will not bow down and worship him as some petty oriental tyrant on his throne in the sky. For we are all God, all of us, and our brothers and sisters, the trees, the animals, the rocks and mountains and stars. And God is not male, or female, or spirit or matter or thought or emotion, but all of these things. God is the great communal dance, the one-ness of spirit that comes when we all dance together. When we reach out in our lonely isolation, it is the billion hands, the billion hearts, the billion stars that reach back, and are the hand of God.

My church is the wild forest, it's ceiling is the carpet of stars in the heavens. I have been baptised in the icy river Metolius, and again in the fire of the Dragon. I hear the whisper of eternity in the sighing of the wind, and see the glory of heaven in the eyes of the people.