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Time To Get Serious

I know it's hard to believe that I can be serious for a minute, but I'm going to try.

I know things are hard to explain to people and somethings don't require explanations, but I wanted to set some things straight.  When I was a girl, 8 or 9, I don't remember, I prayed a prayer in a bathroom at a sleepover.  I went forward in church the next Sunday at church and was baptized a few weeks later.

I went to church, did what I was supposed to do.  I was sure that was enough.  Until I was a teenager.  I was at church camp and felt a tug.  Thinking it was just emotions I ignored it.  Then when the speaker said "No Change No Jesus", something hit me.  I was still living like nothing happened.  I prayed another prayer and went on with life.  My pastor told me for years that I needed to be baptized again, but I didn't see the point in it.

Fast Forward: 10 years later.
God had been laying it on my heart that I needed to be baptized again.  I kept ignoring that feeling.  Again, thinking it was just emotions.  Today, Ronnie Hill came to Central Baptist Church for the sermon "Unashamed".  He preached about how being baptized is the same as being married to Christ.  And that we should be unashamed.  It shouldn't matter what people thought about us going forward.  That was part of my problem.  I was worried about what people would say.  "You've already been baptized once, you don't need to do it again".  Well, today I decided not to care.  I went forward and was baptized on the spot today.  I am proud of what I did.  If you don't understand, that's ok.

No I didn't do it for show.  I didn't do it because everyone else did.  I did it for me.  I did it because I am unashamed.  I did it because I want to show my obedience to God.

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