Why I Got Baptized

The hymn came to an end. That’s my cue, I realize, clutching a printed copy of my testimony. Barefoot, in a swimsuit under a heavy blue robe, I calmly step down into the water in the tub behind the stage at my church. My pastor, after telling the church my name and a few words about baptism, gently pushes me closer to the microphone. Surprisingly, I’m not as anxious as I expected I would be. I had always just seen baptism as “that scary event in the future,” but now that I am actually doing it, I feel a strange sense of peace.

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