The excuses would run rampant. And I had one for every possible way to be asked or encouraged. I told everyone who would listen that I didn’t need to. That I wasn’t ready. That it wasn’t important compared to all that I had already surrendered. Whenever the opportunity arose to learn what it entailed, I’d switch into “duck and run” mode.
Watching others do it? Made me cry. But I didn’t understand why.
The final time it was Someone Else’s Turn. It was a child. A brave and tender 13 year old boy. I could only think of my own son, 7 at the time. I watched him watch it all happen and realized that I was denying him the chance to see me obey.
And that is when the dam broke. Waves of understanding began crashing in on me.
Then is exactly the moment when I remember committing to being baptized. In faith. Under water. With You.
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