Rummaging through some of my old memorabilia I rediscovered a post card with the picture of a church on it. I well remember the church because it was the one where I was baptized. As a child of eight I asked Jesus to come into my heart at the altar of my small local church. It was an important time in my life and it started me on my Christian walk. The small church where I put down my spiritual roots did not have a baptistry in it. My pastor told us that it was important for new Christians to be baptized because Jesus commanded it.

As a child I told my mother that I wanted to be baptized with others and she agreed to allow me to be baptized with my friends. Most people in my church believed that if you were to be baptized it had to be by immersion. I went along with the consensus. My desi…