Postby Pastor Bill » March 9th, 2008, 1:30 pm
Sounds like alot of us grew up in the Methodist Church!
Mom didn't go to church when I was first born, so I was about 5-6 when we started going, I asked to be baptized at about 7-8 (because I understood I hadn't been, but most were done as babies) but was told by my pastor that I was too young to understand and that I should wait till I was older and would understand since I hadn't been as an infant. So a few weeks later (after my birthday) I asked again, but was put off again.
we moved in 4th grade, and my pastor there agreed and baptized me (sprinkled). As I grew up I always felt I'd like to be submersed in the river like Christ, but the Methodist Church didn't do that.
After I got saved, we started attending a Baptist church and I asked the Pastor to baptize me in the river (they had a baptistery, but agreed to do it at the river since I asked) My mother and sister were baptized with me. About 6-7 years later I returned to that same spot on the river and had the priviledge of assisting in the baptism of a lifelong friend (best friends since about 3rd grade, saved the same night in High School, but he strayed for a little while)
"Why would God allow Hitler his chapter in history? Why would God send a whale to swallow Jonah or turn a woman into a pillar of salt? Surely there were other ways. But I'll leave the particular methods of God to God."
-Spoken by David Abraham, Showdown by Ted Dekker