Our pastor's sermon today -- like, I'm sure, many other sermons across Lutherland and elsewhere -- was about God as the madcap, spendthrift sower tossing seeds anywhere and everywhere; about the freewheeling generosity of God's love and grace.
We also celebrated a baptism today. And as the kiddo was being marked with the cross of Christ forever, I couldn't help but think that, in what seems to be our neverending struggle as sacramental Christians to explain infant baptism to skeptical/hostile Christians of other traditions, one of the best metaphors for our understanding of Holy Baptism is that of God lovingly scattering the seeds of grace everywhere -- including the souls of those too little to be cognizant to know what's happening. That comes later. It's not about our being "just right" for God to come down and claim us as God's own; it's about God taking the loving risk to plant that seed wherever, whenever.