A windy day for a baptism

So, looking after children Thursday, Friday - blur, Saturday - blur, Sunday - baptism.

Two of Zac's regulars wanted to be baptised so it was down to the sea front on a wet and windy day. The barbecue planned for afterwards had to take place in Zac's oven instead of the beach but all in all it went okay.

Here's one of the baptisms.

I'm sure I had planned other things to write but ... they escape me now. That's what looking after children yesterday does for me. I love them dearly but when they all talk at me at once ...

Zac's without the bikers

We had Zac's baptisms on the beach yesterday. In the slightly murky waters of Swansea Bay. At least these days they're safe to swim in. I grew up swimming off Mumbles just before the authorities announced that you shouldn't eat cockles collected from the bay as they were likely to be high in various metals, washed down the Tawe from the Swansea valley, a souvenir of its industrial heritage. Still it didn't do me any harm ...

But anyway to get back to the baptisms. Sian and Tony were dunked and it was a fantastic honour and delight to be involved.

But today I realised that none of the bikers who come to Zac's attended the baptisms (except Sean obviously). I assume they were away or had other things on but it didn't matter. I didn't even miss them until I thought about it - not that I don't love them of course.

When I first started going to Zac's bikers, guys from God Squad, were the mainstay. They're still an important part but they're not the whole. They form an entity, a group, with its own uniform and a common interest. But it was fantastic yesterday that the people who turned up for the baptisms were all regulars, all part of the church, the family, of Zac's. A diverse collection of people with Jesus in common. At one time a gathering without any bikers would have been paltry; yesterday it was just right.