I grew up in a Christian culture that taught water baptism was replaced by baptism in the Holy Spirit. I never felt qualms about the security of my salvation, yet, to my surprise after leaving that culture, with no prompting from anyone, without seeing baptisms at churches I visited, without hearing any teachings about water …
Bottom line, I’ve been most daunted by stepping into who He called me to be. But here I am. I’m making my move. I’m taking my step into the unknown and whatever happens doesn’t change who He is and has been and always will be for me.
I figured with it being roughly 2,000 years later Jesus probably wasn’t wearing robes anymore, so I put him in a pair of blue jeans. I also gave him a hair cut in my mental picture. And I began a practice of when I went to rest, as I shut my eyes, to sit cross-legged across from Jesus.
Jesus’ way which is so simple, yet so seemingly scary to step into as we don’t know his way and it is not our way, times we learn to yield our will, yield our flesh and our life to be wielded as that weapon to drive a stake into the heart of our fleshly pressing desires, to turn it to the way of Jesus.
In a giddy moment of joy and exuberance during the summer of 2013, high on the goodness of God, I gushed to the Lord that I would “take a new assignment.” I can still remember where I was – pulling my two-month old brand-new car into the parking lot of my Little Turtle suburbs apartment …
…it is that way in our lives at so many different times, where we come, not knowing exactly what to expect, but having an expectation of movement and beauty and excitement.
“I had become a regular at the local psychiatric wards where I had learned to check myself in to avoid harming myself. My health and body and mind seemed broken and in ruin in so many ways…”