Wading in the water in search of the soul...

(Me Phi Me, Revival!) Earlier this evening, I was (re)baptized, in a really beautiful Easter candlelight vigil ceremony. There was a fire in the courtyard, and we all stood around it, keeping warm and trying to avoid the smoke, more or less. It felt very timeless, standing in a courtyard filled with graves, surrounded by people in robes. Lovely. And then we processed in from there with all of the rectors and priests and the people carrying the cross and candles and all, and there were motets, and the lights were gradually raised until just before the baptism, when everything became really bright. And we each got a certificate and a special candle. Oh, yes, and I was finally able to meet Mpho Tutu, Desmond Tutu's daughter, who is in the resident clergy program here.

The water and oil only touched my bangs, though. Am I safe?