baptism

I’ve seen a lot of baptisms. I’m always speechless afterward. A few years ago I watched my dad get baptized and I was an absolute mess. Cried like a baby. Like communion, the obedient act of baptism always moves me to tears. It’s just so worshipful. And last weekend proved to be no different for me. I had the honor of witnessing parents baptize their kids at Hagg Lake. 11 in total openly declared their love for Christ as well as their desire to express publicly to us that they belonged to Jesus. I was moved to tears; overwhelmed by immeasurable joy. Every single time I watched a body rise from the water I kept thinking about God’s voice descending from heaven at Jesus baptism: “This is my son whom I am well pleased.”  So moving…