Sometimes it’s the little things: the sun rising over Lake Michigan, a poignant song, a selfless act of kindness. They tell us how small we are — that there must be something bigger. But sometimes it’s the big things — the ones that hit you right in the face.
… Like a spontaneous baptism(?)
Some friends and I were hanging out a few weekends ago in the LP, and after having a casual discussion on faith, one of them decided she wanted to get baptized. So, we walked over to a church, and she did.
It was simple and easy and beautiful. A random turn of events? Yes, but beautiful all the same.
It reminds you that faith doesn’t have to be this huge production with dimmed lights and emotional music streaming in the background. It’s not necessarily stadiums full of people with hands raised high and eyes closed while you sheepishly play along despite the fact that you may not actually be feeling it. It doesn’t have to be a somber act that is rooted in nothing for you but your family’s tradition. Certainly each of these things can reflect your faith. But there’s no formula.
For some, it can look like sitting around a deck in workout clothes after playing volleyball all day at North Avenue Beach and talking with friends over some beers. It can mean realizing the faith exists somewhere in you and deciding to respond.
My favorite part about the whole experience came weeks after. I Facebooked (yes, it’s a verb) my friend to make sure she was OK with me stealing her life for a blog post. And her response: “That's part of our responsibility, right? Sharing the story?”
Her answer was yet another one of those little things that reminds me of my faith.
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