Yesterday, September 10th, marked the 5th anniversary of my baptism.
I wanted to drive out to the pond in which it took place and spend some time reflecting peacefully on all that has taken place since then.
But I was working all day at CareNet and then had a Pampered Chef show last night... so I was effectively on the run from 9 am until 10pm. Today I woke up with a cold.
For all this time I have referred to myself as a new Christian. I wonder if I will ever start to feel more 'seasoned' at this? Maybe my descriptor is slightly off. I am not a new Christian, I am a struggling Christian. A learning Christian. Sometimes a part time Christian. (That is usually when I am driving, sigh.) An imperfect Christian. Perhaps I will change the way I think of myself to simply 'Christian' because one never really becomes an expert at this, do they?
Last night when I mentioned that it was my anniversary, Nguyen was taken aback.
"Why do you make a big deal out of the date?" He asked.
"Why do you ask that?" I replied.
"Well, haven't you always had the heart of a Christian?"
I admit I was floored by that. Because the answer is yes and no. Yes, Christ has always been with me... but no, I didn't always acknowledge or honor that. September 10, 2003 is the day I finally opened the door and invited him in. And to me, that is a clear a demarcation in my life. It was the day I opened the door to joy.
In case you missed it, here is the story of my baptism.