I received Jesus Christ as my Savior when I was six years old.
Four years later, at the age of ten, I was baptized at a small church that I had been going to for a couple of months. I got baptized then because, growing up in a Christian home, I was taught that baptism is a public declaration done in the presence of witnesses to acknowledge one’s commitment to God. I was baptized fully knowing this, and my family and church witnessed it.
Fast forward to 2016…
The subject of baptism kept popping up in my life here and there. I didn’t know why, until a crazy thought crossed my head.
“Maybe I should get rebaptized.”
Immediately, I started praying about it. Just to see what God would have to say on it. (“Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God…” - 1 John 4:1)
After praying over it for about a week, I started talking to wise older Christians in my life and asking them what their thoughts on rebaptism were. Some told me that there was no need to get rebaptized, while others encouraged me to continue seeking the LORD and see what He led me to do.
A couple weeks later, my pastor announced that my church would be holding a baptism service in August and if anyone wanted to be baptized, to speak with him about it.
So I did.
I told him how getting rebaptized is something that I had been praying about, and asked him what his thoughts were on it. He asked me what my intention would be FOR being rebaptized and I explained to him that when I had gotten baptized at the age of 10, I did it because I wanted everyone to know I had received Jesus as my Savior. But at the time, I had no clue what it meant to have a relationship with Him. Now, eleven years later, I do. And the last two years have been incredibly huge spiritual milestones for me.
My pastor said “Well, pray about it and if God is prompting you to get rebaptized, maybe it’s not meant to be so much of another public declaration of your faith, but maybe it’s something He’s inviting you to do as a public declaration of the love you share with Him.”
When he said that, I was like “Wow… I never thought of that way.”
So I prayed for another two weeks, and then, on August 7, in sixty-five degree Pacific Northwest weather, I was baptized.
|My awesome pastor who baptized me!|
Check out a video of my baptism on my Instagram - @itsjustraquel.