Yesterday, mid the misty rain of the American Fork Canyon in Utah, I was baptized in living water flowing from a source high in the mountains tumbling above me. The water was cold, refreshingly cold. It caused me to gasp for breath as the water rushed over me as I rose from my immersion. In my mind, a thought passed. A breath of rebirth as a baby from the womb. I was also aware that at that moment the sun had appeared from behind the clouds. It warmed the air around me and stopped the rain for a time. In my ear, my husband whispered, ” I asked for this as a sign of God’s approval. He has done it.” I looked at him, then to the sun hanging in its celestial space. A smile crossed my lips because I knew He would. He has done that before for me. We embraced.
30 years ago today, I stepped into the waters of baptism with my father. He baptized me in a font in a building. I remember little about that day. I have photographs to remind me. I can remember family, presents, a new dress, smiles, hugs, and congratulations. Yesterday, I stepped into the waters of baptism with my husband. He baptized me in living waters free flowing and there was only family, friends and mountains.
There is much I have learned since that first baptism. I have learned that a person can convert to the Lord many, many times. Each time He offers baptism as a way to recommit yourself to walk the path back to God. Alma, in the Book of Mormon, re-baptized himself along with Helam. (Mosiah 18) All the prophets in the Book of Mormon who teach of Christ to a group of people who have moved in a direction away from God are offered baptism as a way to show their re-commitment to following Him, to honoring Him, and to keeping His commandments whatever they may be. They are baptized into a body of believers Christ calls His church. This church is informal, uncorrelated, and fluid. This church relies on community, oneness, relief of the poor, and love. It is not corporate, nor business-like. It moves with the Spirit of God. Burning hearts with His Love. Converting with freedom of thought, freedom of worship, and freedom from man. He is the Leader of all, He is whom they love and honor, He is whom they seek. Love flows freely, all are lower than their neighbor. All seek to lift another higher than themselves. That is the church I have been baptized into. The church defined by Christ as His. A body of believers, no more, no less.
On September 21, 2012 I wrote this: https://themeasuringstick.wordpress.com/2012/09/
It has taken 2 years to the day for this to be accomplished. Why so long?
There was so much more I needed to learn, to hear, and to understand. The Lord in his way has provided me with all I needed to be ready for what I did yesterday. Again, it had to fall on the Autumnal Equinox, an auspicious time of year. A time of remembering. It was also on a Sunday in the Rocky Mountains. I could not have planned it better because I didn’t. But, as I think about all of the significant events that have led to this moment in my life, I see nothing but the hand of God. He is mindful of me, of us, as women. He has sent a teacher, a servant who is reminding us of the fragility of God’s work here. We must remember and recommit to live God’s law. With exactness. With courage. With willing hearts, broken and contrite. The Lord is moving in the lives of men and women again. He is asking for our listening ears. Be deaf, dumb, and blind to the words of men. Hear your Lord, speak His words of Truth, and see Him for who He truly is.
Your Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.
Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End, whose meekness and love knows no end.