“So when are you going to do it?”
“I was thinking about waiting until I go on The World Race and whichever country feels right is where it will happen.”
“Well that would be awesome. I just know how much this church has impacted your life so I figured you would do it there.”
This was just an excerpt of a conversation my father and I had while we vacationed in Florida.
I was pretty set on getting baptized while traveling. I mean, 11 months in 11 different countries. I was bound to feel the Holy Spirit move and make it obvious that I was supposed to get baptized in one of those lakes, seas or oceans.
Then this week happened.
Holy Week.
Palm Sunday: We were challenged to see and experience Holy Week like never before. Think deeply about each day as we go about our busy schedule and the events that took place 2 thousand years ago.
“If you are someone who makes much of yourself then you will have hard time making much of this week.”
Tuesday: Small group. A time to discuss the sermon and analyze/process through what we related to or were confused about. Through discussion I get new perspectives and relate them to what I get from the sermon. This specific Tuesday my mind was else where. I felt defeated. Defeated from work. Defeated in a relationship. On that Holy Tuesday, its stated in Matthew 21:22 that Jesus told his disciples “If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.” Defeated yet there God is telling me to simply pray.
Wednesday: I woke up and randomly felt the need to check My World Race account and there were donations I did not even know about. Donations from people I had not met. I was a little overwhelmed by such blessings. God had put on my heart to be 50 percent funded by the end of May and here He was just pulling through.
Thursday: This night always sticks out to me during Holy Week. The Last Supper. God chooses to eat his last meal with people who would later betray Him. It is easy to say that I could sit down and have a meal with someone who has hurt me or would later betray me but I cannot honestly act on it. So Thursday night… I did not eat.
Good Friday: Friday is only Good, because Sunday is coming soon. I was asked at Good Friday service, what sin of yours put Jesus on the cross? I became wide eyed and tried to swallow. So profound.
Easter Sunday: Go to church and sit in my regular section. Worship. Listen to the sermon. Watch people stand up as they commit or recommit their life to Jesus.
Tears, lots of them.
Happy Tears. Fearful Tears. Sad Tears. Thankful Tears.
The Holy Spirit took over and tugged at my heart about baptism at The District Church.
I thought about the last year. The way this community has challenged me, laughed with me, mourned with me and grown with me.
Six Sundays Left with TDC.
Three Tuesday Nights of Small Group
One Proclamation to be made.
Sunday, May 7th, I am taking the dunk!!
