“This promise is for you and for your children…”
The only treasures that last are found in moments that don’t. We collect them in moments and store them in memories, and those memories make us who we are. In the end, that’s all that will be left of us. After that, nothing. All treasures will finally be offered up for safekeeping in an unshakable storehouse—every life eventually exists only as a memory in the mind of God.
Today was a treasure in the making. Each of my boys approached me about being baptized in the last few months, and my conversations with each of them became a conversation with all of them, a conversation they continued with each other. God saw fit call forth three brothers together, to give them a treasure whose value will only appreciate in days and years to come in the most salient memory that makes them who they are as children of God, as brothers in Christ. Each processed it, and received it, in their own way—Kezek was pierced, Ryser was awed, and Maccabee spilled out all over the place in the joy of our salvation.
I suppose the only memory that could ever possibly surpass it would be made the day, should they have the unspeakable privilege, that they baptize their own children. Today I remembered my own baptism more profoundly and potently than the day it happened. Today my children found a treasure and I received an inheritance. Today we buried a memory in the mind of God, together, and because of the memory it was and the God he is, one day God will dig it up, and with it the untold number of children who share it, into an eternal moment in the land of the living.
“Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. This promise is for you and for your children and for all who are far off, everyone whom the Lord our God calls to himself” (Acts 2:38-39).
Dim Reflections For Now 
Love, love, love. You have a wordsmith gift. You use words that I think and feel but do not have the ability to articulate. Thank you for using your gift for the Lord. He blesses us as he uses you as His vessel. The gift of Salvation is received as different as their are thumbprints. What a beautiful memory you have and will cherish for the rest of your earthly life.
“The gift of Salvation is received as different as there are thumbprints.” I love that, Kathleen, and I believe it. While our Savior and means of salvation–Christ crucified–is the same, and while our ultimate need for salvation–sin and death–is as well, we all receive salvation uniquely because we all receive it personally. At some point we must become aware that the Christ who died for the sins of the world died for *my* sins–he died for me! I suppose it’s at that point our fingerprints are stained at the foot of the cross in Christ’s blood. We discover then that we are fully known and yet fully loved 🙏🏻