Water and Baptism
Water, water everywhere
and I complain about my thirst
Caedmon's Call
I have read somewhere...either Buechner or Willimon....that baptism means everything that water means....
life
power
cleansing
refreshment
hydration
beauty
flowing
gushing
filling
washing
exhilarating
Today Jeff Childers spoke about baptism and children who are from families of faith. Powerful stuff. Tell us your baptism story. I will tell mine tomorrow.
posted by julie @ 8:49 PM
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My dad was a Southern Baptist preacher. I have a twin brother. I am afraid of water. Three facts that play into my story. When we were 12 my mom and dad decided it was time for us to be baptized. (I learned this last year that Randy, the twin, had asked about it. I had not.) So, on a Sunday night my dad baptized us. I remember coming up out of the water thinking two things. 1) I didn't drown! 2) Oh great, now my hair's wet. Not exactly a spiritual moment for me. On August 12, 2000 my friend and spiritual mentor, Lynette Bridges baptized me in a friend's pool. I was 44 years old. That's the day I drove my stake in at the foot of the cross. That's the day I go back to and remember dying to self for the first time. That's the day I was baptized.
Candy, I love it but mostly I love that you did drive your stake in at the foot of the cross. I am glad that you are my family.
I was 11 years old when I was baptized.
Brother Scott finally finished the sermon and stepped down from the pulpit to offer the invitation. “If there is anyone here today who wants to repent of their sins and be baptized, you can come now as we sing the invitation song.” Brother Smith steps up to the podium then and begins swinging his arm. Brother Smith leads singing by swinging his arm around and around in a huge circle, and the congregation begins the song. “Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?” I step out into the aisle and walk down to the front of the auditorium where Brother Scott is waiting and sit on the front pew. After the song is finished he takes my confession. He asks, ”Susan, do you believe that Jesus is the Son of God?” I answer that I do. Then I walk into the dressing room, which is up a flight of stairs behind the baptistery where my mother is waiting with tears in her eyes and a big smile. She hugs me tight. She has pulled out the clothes for me to wear – a long heavy cotton gown. I change into it quickly and mom leads me to where the steps lead down into the baptistery. Brother Scott appears from the other side. He has taken off his suit jacket and is wearing big rubber waders to keep his clothes dry. He takes my hand and leads me down into the water. The water is about 3 feet deep. He puts one hand on my back and raises the other hand heavenward. “Upon your confession of faith in Jesus Christ, I now baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.” Then I hold my nose and he lays me back into the water until I am completely immersed. When I come out of the water I feel a sense of total purity. I know that all my sins have been washed away. I am a child of God. I go back up the steps where my mother is waiting. She holds me tight. I remember that her dress got all wet. I tell her that I feel holy.
That day will always remain in my memory as one of the most important days of my life. That was the day I decided to follow Jesus. I have been on a journey following Him ever since.
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