Rebecca's baptism just moments before her death exemplified the existential bridge from private to universal suffering. That water, flesh and blood blessing fell like a stone into a still lake, sending out ripples of grace through Rebecca to everyone, and from everyone to her, from and to the heart of all creation in God...To love in the presence of death is to cultivate humus, the ground that brings new life. And the ground is God, ever new.
Why ever did you trust us with the Earth,
Your jewel, Your pearl of great price?
Why did you trust us with Water,
pure crystal in the sunlight?
With rain-forests
lush with table-sized leaves?
What do You see in us?