I am going to be baptized Sunday morning.
This summer I took a mandatory class for grad school at CCU called History of the Restoration Movement. While I do not agree with everything the Restoration Movement teaches regarding baptism, the class did open my eyes to the importance of baptism and the fact that it really isn't "optional" for Christians. It is a Biblical command. So when my pastor announced that there would be a baptism service this Sunday, I felt that now, at the tender age of 31, I should make a public confession of my faith.
I have to admit I am nervous, very nervous. I feel vulnerable about the whole thing and I am not sure why. If I had my way, I would prefer for Steve and I to go to a private place (creek, river, or pond), we could pray together and he could baptize me. Some how that doesn't seem to be the historically accurate way for this type of thing to done, so Sunday morning, in front of a bunch of people I don't know very well, I am going to "take the plunge".
I am quite sure that no-one is going to see a dove or hear a voice from Heaven when my wet head comes up out of the water, but I hope that God is pleased just the same.