It was hot, but not oppressively so. We went down a road to the river. It was a new spot. I think we only used it the once because there were some monster ruts in the road. I remember clambering over the round river rocks, the sweet smell of the cottonwoods, and flitting of the neon blue dragonflies.   People all gathered round as my dad and I went in the water. There were others who would be baptized that day as well. It was cold but it kind of felt good. I don’t remember the look on my dads face, or really very much about the event itself. But I remember after we got out of the water and were standing on the bank, with the Elders praying over me, I felt powerful. I felt like there was nothing I couldn’t and wouldn’t do for Christ. I remember feeling happy.

When I think back on it now I realize that the meaning and the significance of the event has only grown over time. At one point I may have only understood it as my next step, or something I was to do out of obedience. But the richness of Baptism has only continued to blossom in both my understanding and the depth of worship that it truly is.

This week in the New Beginnings sermon series we are going to talk about baptism. I will talk about its significance, and not only what it means but also why each person should personally participate in this great remembering sign. Have you personally participated in baptism? If not you will have opportunity to consider it. If you have then I encourage you to remember it.

God bless,

Pastor Chris