I was baptized yesterday.
Yes, I know: It seems quite strange, doesn’t it? I am an old guy who was a pastor for 29 years. I have been a follower of Christ (at least part-time) for many decades. I have taught and still teach at a Christian university. Why on earth would I be baptized?
Actually, this is my third baptism. The first was when I was nine years old. Did I understand everything about the Christian faith? No. But I did understand that I was a sinner, and Christ was the Savior.
I was also baptized when I was twenty-four. I had been pastoring a church for a year-and-a-half, and realized—while preparing a sermon—that I might know a bit about the Bible, but I didn’t really know Christ. I was baptized by my father-in-law in the baptistry of the church I was serving as pastor.
For a long time now, I have been having a desire to be baptized again, to renew my vows to Christ and to the Church. Today I decided to quit desiring, and follow through.
No, I still do not understand everything about Christ. Sometimes I wonder if I even understand much.
But this I do know: Without Jesus Christ in my life, I wouldn’t have one—a life that is.
Some people tend to coast when they get older. I have decided to take the opposite approach. I am too old now to coast. Some people get cautious when they get older. I have decided that I am too old not to take some risks.
I am not about
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