Some people think Iím stubborn. I call it determined. A while back, I was a bona fide back slider. My parents raised me in church, but when I left home, I decided I didnít need all that church going.
It was beyond me why anybody would want to spend their Sunday mornings in some stuffy building when they could be at home sleeping. Believe me, there were many Sunday mornings when I slept in because I had been out late the night before. I would tell you exactly what I had been doing, but you donít really need to know. Oh sure, I know you want to hear about it. Even if youíre a Christian, that doesnít mean you donít like to listen to a little tidbit now and then. Personally, I just think thatís nosey, so IĎm not going to tell you. What I will tell you is that Iím changed now and I do get up and go to church every Sunday.
So anyway, like I was explaining, I have this past. Even though I was raised as a Christian, I sure wasnít acting like it. Youíre supposed to know a Christian by their fruits. If thatís the case, I was in a heap of trouble. I was producing the wormiest rotten fruit you can imagine. Pee-yew!
One Sunday morning, I woke up and had a revelation. I needed to be in church. I wasnít even sure where I was going to go. Down the street was a church of the same denomination I went to as a kid. It was just too convenient, so I went. Let me tell you, it took guts for me to walk into that building. The congregation was friendly, though, and I really liked the pastor. He asked if he could visit me. I answered yes before I even had time to think about it.
He did come to visit and we had a good talk. He brought his wife along, and turns out she and I are both HGTV fans. That really made me feel comfortable. We discussed all kinds of things, including salvation and baptism.
I told the pastor although I hadnít been living right; I was saved, but had never been baptized. He said I needed to change my ways, and show obedience by getting baptized.
I said I knew it and would do some serious praying.
When he and his wife left that evening, The Lord spoke to me loud and clear. I showed up at church again the next Sunday, ready to be baptized.
When the pastor shook my hand on the way out, I told him what I had decided. He beamed and said he would schedule my baptism for the next Sunday.
Well folks, donít you know that week flew by? Before I knew it, the big day had arrived. I felt like a bride, and according to scripture, I guess I was. When I was called up to the front of that church, I was nervous, but mostly excited. The pastor said a few words, then baptized me in the name of The Father, The Son and The Holy Ghost.
Now this is where it gets tricky. He baptized me by aspersion. Thatís sprinkling the top of my head, for those of you who donít recognize that big word. I wasnít immersed, but Iím telling you, I was so sure of what I was doing, that the amount of water he was using just wasnít important.
Iíve heard of folks who get baptized more than once. Thatís fine if they werenít sure of themselves the first time around. Thing is, Iíve also heard of folks that get re-baptized every time they join a new church. Iím not doing that. No sir, because the joy I felt that day was just like getting a new boyfriend, only a million times better. I donít ever want to water down that wonderful experience, excuse the pun.
Since then, Iíve gone to several different churches. Some want you to be immersed, and some donít recognize any kind of baptism unless you do it within their denomination. I say let them fuss about it. What I felt the day I was baptized just canít be improved upon. I donít need to be baptized more than once, no matter how much water folks say you have to use. Thatís why some people think Iím stubborn. Iím not. Iím just confident and loving The Lord.
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