On Saturday, over 100 people gathered at Honeymoon Island to celebrate the baptism of 18 Jesus-lovers (who happen to go to Church at the Bay). Kids ran around, Carter buried my legs in sand (thanks for the sand toys, JP!), friends chatted and there was a lot of sunscreen!
Mid-morning, we all gathered on the shore while the pastors stood waist deep in the waves. Brother and Sister, Mom and Daughter, Husband and Wife, Teenager and Retiree—they all professed faith in Jesus Christ as their Savior and then participated in a 2000 year old ritual.
I have a special affinity in my heart for beach baptisms because it’s as close as I think we’ll get to celebrating baptisms the way the first disciples did.
We stood on the shores of the beach; the first disciples stood on the shores of the Jordan River.
We wore board shorts, sundresses and cowboy hats; they wore robes and sandals.
We ate Papa John’s pizza; they probably had something a bit more organic (before organic was trendy and expensive!).
But it’s what keeps bringing people to the waters of baptism that’s the same-—2000 years ago to today.
It’s a need for forgiveness, cleansing and a second chance.
It’s the grace of Christian community and the joy of deep fellowship.
It’s the beauty of a God who invites us to identify with His Son’s death, burial and resurrection.
“And now what are you waiting for? Get up, be baptized and wash your sins away, calling on his name.” Acts 22:16
...a place for ladies to connect and be encouraged.
No comments:
Post a Comment