a Miller Creek baptism?

I have always loved water. I was the kid at the beach who would turn blue before getting out. I love hearing it, being in it, on it, photographing it. A deep,hot, bath has always been my consolation.

Today was the feast day of the Baptism of Jesus. We did not have a baptism, but it renewed my dream of some day baptizing in the creek on our church property. Miller Creek. Its source is out in the Lucas Valley, and it runs out to the San Francisco Bay, right past our church. We hike down to it in three minutes. The Native people used it as a prime source of water. It is living water, that was, for a time, damaged by those of us who came later. But these days, efforts are being made to help it recover, and the efforts are paying off.

I can see it now. Our elders would gather across the creek, where, conveniently, a playground has been built and people might sit or stand. Those able would hike down and then back up.  We would need warm clothes for after, because it would be COLD, but these are all details. The hike back up would warm people right up.

Can you imagine baptizing, being baptized, in living water? My dream!

Miller Creek in February