Two years ago I double dipped. I decided to take the plunge and be baptized to share publicly that I have accepted Jesus as my savior. Since then, Easter has never been the same for me.
For many years out of high school I was a “Creaster Christain.” I’d mainly go to church on Christmas and Easter, sprinkle in a couple more times throughout the year, and call it good. This was mostly through my college and early career days where I focused most of my time working. When you bartend until 2 AM on Saturday night, getting up for church doesn’t sound like a great plan.
After my heart was opened to a personal relationship with God, church no longer seemed like a task or something to check off my list. It’s somewhere I actually want to be on Sunday mornings, and I spend time with Him every day of the week, too. Still thinking about that baptism moment brings chills and tears to my eyes.
Today we rejoyce. We are saved by the grace of God and the ultimate sacrifice, His one and only son who died for our sins.
“Just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.”-Romans 6:4
