The
boys and I went to the Christian Congresso, a three-day spiritual high. Edda
stayed at home, taking care of her 93 year old father. My youngest, Lucas (13
years old), had been studying the Bible for a good while, and on the last night
of the Congresso at 2 a.m, Samuel woke me up and said that Lucas was going to
be baptized. I had been praying for this decision for a long time so I was
excited in a dreamy way, but the first thought that came into my mind was –
Edda’s not here! She will be disappointed; couldn’t he wait just 7 hours for
her to get here?
But
no, his decision to be baptized was for Jesus, not for his mother. It’s hard to
express my feelings while baptizing my son into eternal life. I’m just so
thankful for so much we don’t deserve.
When
Edda finally arrived and found out, she was disappointed and happy at the same
time. Later she said she felt a calm come over her, knowing that Lucas now
belongs to Jesus. She hugged him, and they took his first Lord’s Supper
together.
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