A favorite memory from my visit to Venezuela in September 2016.
I’d been resisting the temptation to get in the water at the Cascada del Vino. I wasn’t afraid of the cold, but my swimsuit was back in Colombia, and skinny-dipping in front of a busload of Venezuelan Presbyterians of assorted ages didn’t seem like a good idea. But when 75 year-old hermano Asunción wanted to renew his baptismal vows in this beautiful space, it was time to get wet–fully dressed.
“The wine-colored water is the blood of Jesus Christ,” he said. “The waterfall is the movement of the Holy Spirit.” Feet firm on the rocks of God’s grace, we waded in together, surrounded by prayers from the gathered congregation. What a blessing to be part of the great tapestry of faith!