I was born on Father’s Day in 1957, and the 16th falls on it once again.
About 5 weeks ago I entered the name of a friend in my search engine. I haven’t seen him since we were 16. It wasn’t the first time I had searched for him, but it came up with some new information and location this time. I did some further digging and verified it was actually my friend.
A simple phone call would not suffice, in my book. What I really wanted to do was show up in person without prior notice. It didn’t quite work out that way, but it was still a great reunion.
He had become a pastor, and I was not completely surprised at this. He was one of the few friends that had taken me to their church back then. My family was not a church-going family (although my mother taught me life lessons that were straight from the old testament without ever cracking it open – something I did not realize until I started studying the Bible myself. How did I know these stories, the people in them and the morals? Mom.)
Long story short – I have joined my first church with my friend as pastor.
I asked him if he would do the honor of performing my baptism and he agreed. I’ve been wanting it a very long time now, but not belonging to a church kind of put a damper on that.
So today, after the 9:30 service, I’ll be dunked for Jesus. My whole family and about 8 other friends and their families will be in attendance.
I am a blessed man. I just wanted to share this special day with everyone.