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| Church Building Where We Worshipped When Joshua Was Baptized |
Fifteen-year-old
Joshua walked into the laundry room. “Mom, I need to be baptized.”
I swung round to
face him, my arms full of unfolded clothes. “Really, Son? Do you want Preacher
Van Wormer to baptize you?”
He nodded. “Yep,
that’s what I want.”
I dropped my
clothes in the clean basket. “Do you understand why you need to be baptized?”
“Yeah. Our Bible
teacher’s been teaching us about the importance of baptism.”
Hugging my son, I
said, “I’m so glad for this day, Joshua. You are indeed grown-up.”
He stepped back
and leaned against the dryer. “Would you call the preacher for me?”
“Sure. When do
you want to do this?”
Joshua pressed
his lips together in thought. “How about I be baptized on Easter Sunday? That’s
only a couple of days away.”
I called the
preacher, and it became a date for Joshua and our family. I became much
relieved, not sure how Joshua was handling the diagnosis of rheumatoid
arthritis. Joshua had become a quiet teen, and I prayed for him daily. I was
certain that one day Joshua would allow God to be his greatest courage, even
though ankylosing spondylitis would take his physical strength from him.
Just as planned,
Joshua became a Christian on Easter Day. That marked one of the happiest days
for our youngest child and his family.
Thank You, Lord, for bringing my youngest child
to Your Son, Jesus Christ. In His holy name, I am grateful. Amen.
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