For Jesus stepped into the river.

The prophet dipped his vessel in the water and poured it over his lightly-bent head.

The edges of the clouds in the heavens shone with the crimson light of evening.

The eyes of the bystanders were riveted by a white speck which showed itself in the windows of heaven, first like a flower-bloom and then like a fluttering pennon.
It was a dove that flew down and circled round the head of him who had just been baptized.
"My dearly beloved son!" The people whispered; "Whose voice was it that said: 'My dearly beloved son' ?" "Didn't it refer to him over whom the water has just been poured ?" A shudder seized many of them.

It was just as if he was presented to men by the invisible God! "We will ask him himself whose son he is," they said, and pressed towards the river.