baptism and story-telling

A beautiful story about a baptism (and about telling stories) that my sweet friend Julie emailed me last night.

(Above: One of my favorite pictures (taken by John) from our porch in Beaufort.  I still can’t believe that was our view for over 2 years.  The pink and gold of this picture makes me think of my favorite Hopkins lines: “Oh morning at the brown brink eastward, springs– /Because The Holy Ghost over the bent/ World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.”)