I know the air He breathed did not stay in Palestine. It spread across the whole wide world. Even now, air He breathed is in my lungs, in my blood. I know, too, that the water in which He was baptized did not stay in the Jordan River. It flowed into the oceans around the whole wide world and has fallen as rain and snow, part of every river and every stream. That water is in every sip I drink. It is in my blood. Few say breathing air and drinking water are powerful experiences, but I do — when I bother to give them attention.
Photo of the Commodore Barry Bridge over the Delaware River with Philadelphia skyline in the background, seen from Fox Point State Park in Delaware, 30 miles to the south.
Photo and text copyright 2023 by Danny Nelson Schweers.
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