Far be it for me to sit here and use this time that I have with you to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ. Your beliefs are your own as are mine. I'd be more than glad to get into a philosophical discussion about it over a few beers sometime, if you'd like (just give me a ring...Jesus drank wine, why can't we have a brew?).
But, today wasn't really about me. I went down with my mom, my dad and my daughter to Greenup, KY today. The goal of the 6 hour round trip was to witness (and film) my uncle getting baptised and accepting the Lord Jesus Christ as his personal saviour.
Whatever your beliefs, it's hard to deny that there was some kind of spiritual force in the room. It was damn near palpable. And as my uncle was finishing and getting a towel (the bapistry is a big tub thing...), my cousin felt the call and SHE got baptised, too. It was pretty cool.
It was a good day. A day with family and a day of celebrating life.
All in all very cool.
And then it was a day to nap on the way home.
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