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I just wanted to let everyone out there know I'm getting baptised this Sunday. Once a quarter they induct new members into the church, and I'll be inducted along with ten or eleven others, I think. As far as I know I'm the only one who'll be baptised. Sprinkled, to be exact.
I know what you're thinking: What? Nancy? Baptised? Didn't she already, like, do that at some point? Is this the same Nancy we've been seeing in our church groups for years? The same one who blathers about MCC all the time? That one?
Yep, it's me. This is something I've been feeling called to do for a long time, actually. Years. I was baptised the first time when I was seven. I remember I'd done something awful, I don't know what it was, but I ended up punished and crying and feeling quite repentent on our old blue couch. When my mom was done scolding me, I remember she all of a sudden looked at me and asked if I was sorry for what I'd done. I said I was, and she started into a short spiel about sin and redemption, ending up asking if I wanted to accept Jesus into my heart. Honestly, I thought it was just a general question. Of course I did. That's what they talked about in Sunday School all the time. God was great, why wouldn't I want to accept Him? I hadn't any idea what we were talking about. So I prayed a little prayer and they dunked me under and everyone seemed very pleased.
and then life went on from there. But I wasn't there to live it. Now I am. Now I choose. Now I choose this.
I'm really, really, super-excited.
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