Baptism

Baptism

I was baptised when I was a baby.  My parents were good Christian Anglicans, and wanted me to have a Christian baptism to start off my wonderful life.  

And it was so.

Much later, through a peaceful inner conviction, and a certainty, I came to the conclusion that God actually exists  And that Jesus, whose exploits were recorded in the Bible, also loves me – indeed He loves me so much that He actually died so all the wrong stuff I’d ever done, and ever would do can be forgiven.  I didn’t have to go on being remorseful about the old mistakes and failures,  

I am forgiven !

This is reality on a cosmic scale. We are talking actual existence here. This is what the universe is all about.

I confessed all the bad stuff in my life, and in a prayer I told Jesus I trusted Him, and asked Him to forgive my wrongdoings, and give me the faith to receive the forgiveness He was offering me.  I wanted to be made into a new person because of the sacrifice of His life that Jesus had made for me. I told him that I trusted Him for my salvation, and thanked Him for His amazing love, and forgiveness.

He forgave my sin and gave to me freedom, gave me rest. Freedom from guilt and worry.  Rest from anxiety. Free.  It is absolutely wonderful to be at peace with the world, myself and with my God.

In 1977, I was baptised again, at a Christian Family Camp at Chadacre, by total immersion in a big zinc tank!

Baptism is a symbol of washing away your old bad ways of living and welcoming in your new life with Jesus Christ.