When a believer is baptized, he is permanently marked by Christ as Christ’s. It is an identifying mark, a re-birth mark, so to speak. Even though we use towels to dry the water off, we cannot actually wipe the mark off.
Imagine that the ocean was pure black ink, permanent ink, and imagine being baptized in the ocean toes to cowlick. It would be obvious to everyone for the rest of our lives if we had been dunked in the ocean. In a spiritual way, we are so similarly stained. And though it does take spiritual eyes, it is just as unremovable as it is reality.
In fact, the marks of our baptism get stronger, more dark, as we progress in our Christ-likeness.
When I was playing baseball in college, a painfully pale friend from Ohio came to visit me for a week. The weather that week in eastern Tennessee was hot and sunny, and he asked if I had any suntan lotion. I did, and over the next few days, even throughout the course of the games, he was baking in the sun, and so lathering on more of the sunblock. But instead of feeling better, he described his skin getting crispier. The webbing in between his fingers was also turning a special kind of rust brown.
When we eventually looked at the tube, we realized that I had not bought sunscreen, but sun enhancing cream. It was multiplying the sun’s work.
We’re not being baptized again and again, but the marks of Christ on us are becoming in some ways more and more visible as He shines His favor on us. We ought to remember what we look like, so to speak, when then we’re tempted to sin. Don’t we know that people who look like this, they behave like this, that is in their newness of life in Christ.
