Piero della Francesca, The Baptism of Christ. National Gallery, London.

This coming Sunday many Christian communities are continuing to think of Epiphany, or epiphanies – those moments of clarity, of breakthrough, when you see things anew, or perhaps for the first time. In particular, there are readings to follow which tell us of Jesus’ baptism by John in the Jordan river. It’s a moment when everything seems to change – where we see one who closely resembles a prophet from the Hebrew scriptures, and one who tells us that the Kingdom of God is so close, already among us – standing together in a river. The reading is Luke 3:15-17,21-22. I’m posting a link to the whole chapter, though, as it gives us some very helpful reflections on “What should we do?” as signs of a change of heart, as well as the beautiful and hopeful passage from Isaiah.

I love the picture at the top of this post. I love its lines, its clarity and purity. I have a framed poster very like this one, and see it every day. I’ve often wondered at the river stopping, diverting around this moment of baptism. I assume della Francesca was thinking of the story in the book of Joshua, when the priests carrying the arc of the covenant step into the Jordan, and the waters dry. The people then cross the riverbed. In doing so they leave their time in the wilderness, and it is an echo of the time they entered it by crossing the Red Sea, escaping slavery in Egypt as they did so. This time, crossing the Jordan, God’s presence is suggested by the Arc of the Covenant, rather than the pillar of fire and flame that was with them at the beginning of their journey. It’s quite a change. You can read the story here if you’re interested.

And so, to the poem. As so often, I begin by reading the passage through, several times. I breathe, I wait to see what speaks, what arises, what I feel. And I felt a strong response to the water, and the dove – those natural elements I see myself every day in my own walks by my own river. They moved me. And yet, there was also this background thought of the painting that has formed my imagining of the story. So a poem emerged which is in itself a kind of epiphany, a kind of seeing things in a new way, or perphaps a given insight. I leave that to you, the reader.

If you enjoy following trails, there are some others you might like here, relating to the water and the dove. The first is Jesus’ I am saying – I am the living water. That passage has stayed with me for years. You can read my reflections on it here. And the dove called to mind the story of Noah, and another poem, here. There is more of course, like Jesus washing his friends’ feet. I leave the others to your imagination.

Water and Dove – Baptism

When you stepped into the Jordan,
did the water stop, not daring to
touch your feet – as if
you yourself were the
arc of the covenant,
untouchable, fierce in holiness?
As if you bore within yourself
the whole of the law, the weighty
stones given to Moses? 
The river was in spate then – wild it was,
but it stopped before such fearful holiness.

But I do not see it so. Rather,
I see cool water lapping your feet,
your legs, bathing them clean,
ripples rejoicing, dancing, flowing,
honoured to baptise one
who did not require it,
both water and Son of Man
living out their deep purpose

As the sky opened wide with
tender light, and a white dove
tumbled with the applause
of clattering wings down
to you –  and what then?
Maybe it landed softly
on your shoulder, resting
awhile, heads inclined together,
gently, two wild beings, two beings
overflowing with all love divine.

And so love spoke forth
with delight,
love pouring over you
like the cool water,
river water, living water
like the endless light,
and the softest
brush of feathers
from the wings
of a dove.
Endless,
life-giving
love.

Sunday Retold

If you’ve been joining me here on the blog for a while – thank you, I appreciate your company – you’ll be aware that I have a very occasional series with material from a couple of my books which follow the Sunday readings many Christian communities use. In particular, my retelling, The Bible Story retold in twelve chapters. Recently, I’ve been doing this fresh writing, with a poem, too. But here are some pieces you might find helpful. If you’d like to use any of my material, please feel free to do so, giving this blog as a source. If you’d like to publish it in some form, please do get it touch. Thank you.

For John taught them to hope. In his words, they caught a glimpse of something beyond their everyday lives. They understood that John that Baptist was preparing the way for something, or someone, astonishing.
“I baptize you with water, as a sign of your rependence: your turning back to God and his ways. But wait. There is one coming after me who is so much greater. I am not even worthy to carry his sandals for him. And when he comes, he will baptize you on the inside with the Holy Spirit and with fire. He will sort out the good from the bad, the wheat from the chaff!”

Then Jesus came down from Galilee in the north, and walked through the crowds toward John. John knew Jesus was the one they had been waiting for: the Messiah. Was Jesus really comng forward for baptism like everyone else?
“No!” said John, stepping back. “I need to be baptized by you – and yet you come to me – why?”
Jesus replied, “I must do everything that is right, and it is right to be baptized.”

And so John agreed, and they stepped out into the flow of the Jordan. Jesus went down into the cool water, and was baptised.

As he came up the bright sky broke open, and the Spirit of God came down gently and settled on him like a dove. A voice from heaven said, “This is my Son, the one I love, the one who brings me joy. I am very pleased with him.”
From the Bible Retold

Come, let us follow Jesus, who loves us.
From Prayers and Verses

The picture of birds over water (behind my name) is of the Wash at Snettisham RSPB. You can read more about that here.