I
was baptised on March 27th, 1955, aged 17. The Sunday before I had made my
confession of faith after walking to the front during the singing of “Just as I
am.”
I had been a long time coming to my
decision. I was worried about my parents’ reaction. We were not a Christian
family. However, they were not surprised, and were present for the baptism.
I had started Sunday School aged 5. Later on
I was involved in youth groups and taught Sunday School. I grew up as part of a
small caring church. Mr Gilmore, our
minister, came to my home to talk about baptism and becoming a full member of
the congregation. I don't remember much about what was said, but I do remember
the pleasure in his anticipation of my baptism.
On the night, I arrived at church in my
white speech night dress. Mrs Morris, whom I had always thought of as my church
mother, helped me get ready. I was nervous and excited.
I stepped down into the baptistery where Mr
Gilmore was waiting. He asked “Yvonne, do you believe that Jesus is the Son of
God, and your personal Saviour?” “I do,” I replied. He lowered me deep into the
water, then lifted me up. I remember the feeling of weightlessness coming out
of the water, Mrs Morris wrapping me in a large towel and a big hug, and
getting out of my wet dress, with too many buttons for my excited fingers to deal
with.
One
thing that especially remains in my memory is the love that surrounded me at
the time and has stayed with me, and has been the heart of my Christian life.
And I thank God.
Was love part of your experience of
baptism? How did people show love to you? How do you love others now? Pray that
your love will increase in the coming year.
Reflection by Yvonne Joyce, South Yarra Community Baptist Church, 21 January 2016.
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