We were standing there, all of us, closer together than usual.
No one wanted to drift away.
It felt as though even the wind was listening.
When he spoke, it was not loud.
Not commanding in the way armies command.
It was the voice we already knew — the one that never forced, never pushed, yet somehow carried the weight of heaven.
“Go,” he said, “and make disciples of all nations… baptizing them into the Name…”
I remember that word — into.
It struck me immediately.
Not by the Name.
Not with the Name.
But into.