"When I consider the briefness of my life," mused Pascal, "swallowed up before and behind it, the small space I fill, or even see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces which I know not, and which know not me, I am afraid ... Who has set me here? By whose order and arrangement has this place and time been allotted to me?" For many, the secret remains concealed. Who am I? Why am I here? What am I worth? I am afraid.

In baptism the secret is out at the beginning, the truth is known at the inception, and there is no need to fear, come what may. "You are my beloved child, my very own. I have placed you here and called you to be my own. In you I delight."