This morning there was a Baptism in our Church – a little boy named Gilbert in honor of his great-grandfather. He grabbed the minister’s hand and held on when the water was placed on his forehead. He seemed to want to let us all know who was in charge. As the parents and minister walked around the church, so that he could meet his new community for the first time, he looked at all of us and was quite taken by our smiling, welcoming faces. It was a breath of hope in yet, another week marked by violence here in the United States; two more young black men shot and then, ten policemen gunned down in Texas.
I told my blogging friend, Robyn, I was not going to do a post this week, but her most recent post changed my mind. Another friend, Reiko, sent me an email today with this lovely attachment. I thought I would share it with you.
The words are those of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Have a peaceful week. Clare