I came to know Christ when I was quite small. I saw faith modeled by my parents and grandparents, and wanted to know the Jesus they knew. I accepted Christ, decided to follow Him, but never really moved into committing to the process of growth that came along with that acceptance. So I coasted for years, not really being anything more than what I guess you could call a leech-like Christian, being in and around Christianity, but never really owning it as mine. And it wasn’t until I started taking a Bible class at the beginning of this current school year, that I realized I was way in over my head.
And the shock to my system in struggling to complete Bible homework at age 17, at a Christian school, after growing up in the Church, with Christian parents, told me something was really, really off in a way I was not comfortable with. I wanted my faith to be mine. I want to own it, to commit to the process of continual growth as a Christ follower. Because everyday, He makes me new. Everyday He gives me opportunities and models in my life to help me bear and cultivate the fruit that comes in being connected with God.
We’re celebrating Palm Sunday. The day that Jesus rode into Jerusalem, fully knowing He was soon to be crucified. And if God can send His only son to earth, in the form of a man, perfect and born of a virgin, who was willing to be crucified for the sins of a kid who stuck Jesus in their back pocket for 17 years, who am I to ignore that love? It says in Romans 5:8, “God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” So that I why I am being baptized. To publicly proclaim that he is my God whom I shall follow, who rose from the grave and conquered death so that I, so that we may have everlasting life.