Sunday, November 22, 2009


Peering around the corner, I could just get a glimpse.  I envied the Navigator's better view.  We were all in white.  She volunteered to be first, something I didn't expect.   One by one answered "yes" to each question.  

Do you believe that Jesus is God and came to die for your sins? 
Do you believe He was raised from the dead and lives now? 
Have you put your trust in Him to be your savior and Lord?
One by one white shirts were immersed and overtaken by the warm water.  One by one heads broke back through the stirred surface.  Smiles were hidden under layers of soaked hair.   My cheeks were already wet before I even entered the pool.  Strange to wipe away water before being immersed in it.  Strange after so many years to finally make such a bold proclamation:  Jesus is my savior and my LORD. 

That lukewarm water didn't wash, didn't make us white, didn't save.   A heart washing is not so cheap.

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains.

The room was still and quiet when I left the pool, not like before when three young followers jumped and fidgeted and giggled.  I made my way carefully down the side stairwell and smiled.  There before me each step of the way were wet puddles.  There they are still imprinted on my mind, those prints symbolizing the same proclamation my children made.   My children are my brothers and sister.  How can I comprehend a God so gracious to give me the gift of the lives of my children--twice!  The first birth made them part of our family; the second made us part of HIS.  (May He be so gracious once more for Little Bug.)

Photo thanks to Katy Cook