There is a significant moment in life, where you realize, in that moment, nothing else matters. The horror, and fear in the world all stands still as you take in that moment. There are many significant times for people in many different cultures. Such as quinceaneras, birthdays, weddings, and bat mitzvahs. In these moments, nothing else matters but that moment. There's a calmness about the world But for me, my significant moment in time was when I was baptized. Sundays were, and still are church days. Every sunday was the same, me and my siblings would be woken up, dreadfully, and were expected to dress in our finest clothes. No matter what we had to do, or how we had to do it, Sunday morning nothing else mattered except for Church. As a
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And the closer it got the more scared I became. I started to search about Baptisms and what they meant. I had seen a few when I was allowed to sit in the adult service, but I never paid close attention to them because for one I never knew what they were and I didn't think they applied to me. I just knew I would be dipped into a pool of water wearing a robe. They are under water for about three to five seconds as the Pastor holds them up and holds them under. I was never really scared about being underwater, I was more so fearful of what it would mean after I was lifted out of the water. Two days before the service, I went and begged my parents if there was any way I could cancel the baptism because I didn't want to do it. But of course, a thirteen year old boy had no say in an African household. The baptism was two days away and if there was ever a time where I needed to have a relationship with God, it would definitely be in that moment. In the moment of realizing how bad I wanted to ask him about the baptism, I realized what the point of the baptism had been all along. It was for moments like these, where I had questions only God himself could answer. The whole point of the baptism was to build this relationship where I could talk to him and ask him questions. It was meant to strengthen my faith and guidance to where I could comfortably talk and listen to God. In that cold friday
And the closer it got the more scared I became. I started to search about Baptisms and what they meant. I had seen a few when I was allowed to sit in the adult service, but I never paid close attention to them because for one I never knew what they were and I didn't think they applied to me. I just knew I would be dipped into a pool of water wearing a robe. They are under water for about three to five seconds as the Pastor holds them up and holds them under. I was never really scared about being underwater, I was more so fearful of what it would mean after I was lifted out of the water. Two days before the service, I went and begged my parents if there was any way I could cancel the baptism because I didn't want to do it. But of course, a thirteen year old boy had no say in an African household. The baptism was two days away and if there was ever a time where I needed to have a relationship with God, it would definitely be in that moment. In the moment of realizing how bad I wanted to ask him about the baptism, I realized what the point of the baptism had been all along. It was for moments like these, where I had questions only God himself could answer. The whole point of the baptism was to build this relationship where I could talk to him and ask him questions. It was meant to strengthen my faith and guidance to where I could comfortably talk and listen to God. In that cold friday