I love the story of Jesus' baptism. The heavens opening up, torn apart... the Spirit descending as a dove... peaceful but powerful, so powerful.
"You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased."
To hear those words... to know that you are loved. To know that someone is proud of you, proud of who you are, and who you are becoming.
And then... to be cast out into the wilderness by the same Spirit. Forty days.
What happened to "beloved?" What happened to "well pleased?"
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