Tuesday evening, this past week, George came to my house and said she needed to talk.
She started by asking how old she was when she was baptized. I told her she was 8 or 9, and I remembered it was in the summer after a Vacation Bible School.
She said she didn't really remember much about it, except she's heard me tell how she "doggy paddled" to me in the baptistry, launching off the top step and swimming over to me.
Long story short, she asked how she could know for sure she was saved. She pointed out that she knows that, for the past 15-20 years, she hadn't "lived like she was saved". She also said, "I think, if I 'got saved', it might have been because my Dad was a preacher, and it was something I was supposed to do".
So, after discussing it for a bit, we prayed, and she asked Jesus to forgive her of her sins, and asked Him to save her and be Lord of her life. She then asked if she could be baptized.
Yesterday morning, at the conclusion of a sermon from Philippians 2, I had the honor and privilege of baptizing my daughter. I was very pleasantly surprised by the standing ovation (not very common for a baptism) when she and I hugged after the baptism, standing there soaking wet in the baptistry, because many of these people had been praying for her for the past 8 or 9 years, and some of them have similar "prodigal sons" (or daughters).
Yesterday morning was special - for reasons I can't explain, there was an unusually large crowd for Church, the music was outstanding, the sermon was 'really easy to preach' (it just seemed to flow) and the baptism was the icing on the cake, so to speak.
After Church, George wanted to go to eat at Whataburger - and I swear she looked like a whole new person. A whole different countenance.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!!!
She started by asking how old she was when she was baptized. I told her she was 8 or 9, and I remembered it was in the summer after a Vacation Bible School.
She said she didn't really remember much about it, except she's heard me tell how she "doggy paddled" to me in the baptistry, launching off the top step and swimming over to me.
Long story short, she asked how she could know for sure she was saved. She pointed out that she knows that, for the past 15-20 years, she hadn't "lived like she was saved". She also said, "I think, if I 'got saved', it might have been because my Dad was a preacher, and it was something I was supposed to do".
So, after discussing it for a bit, we prayed, and she asked Jesus to forgive her of her sins, and asked Him to save her and be Lord of her life. She then asked if she could be baptized.
Yesterday morning, at the conclusion of a sermon from Philippians 2, I had the honor and privilege of baptizing my daughter. I was very pleasantly surprised by the standing ovation (not very common for a baptism) when she and I hugged after the baptism, standing there soaking wet in the baptistry, because many of these people had been praying for her for the past 8 or 9 years, and some of them have similar "prodigal sons" (or daughters).
Yesterday morning was special - for reasons I can't explain, there was an unusually large crowd for Church, the music was outstanding, the sermon was 'really easy to preach' (it just seemed to flow) and the baptism was the icing on the cake, so to speak.
After Church, George wanted to go to eat at Whataburger - and I swear she looked like a whole new person. A whole different countenance.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!!!
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