Water + The Word

 Last night, I got the opportunity to "wash" someone for the first time in my life. One of my Chinese friends who had been studying the B*ble for a while wanted to be "washed" and we did it right in the apartment where we have weekly B*ble studies.

 What sticks so vividly in my memory, is how moved to tears she was the second that the water hit her head and I began to say, "in the name of the F*ther, and of the S*n, and of the H*ly Sp*rit".

 G*d is awesome.

This got me thinking of my own "washing", done when I was a baby.

Being "washed" is such a comfort for me, to always know that my sins have been cleansed by J*sus and that I'll be in heaven one day!

My little brother's "washing". Here is my family (minus my little sister, Krissy). Grandmama, me, Dad, Mom, Jonathan, and Opa.

If you are wondering why all the * in my writing. Its a precaution I've been instructed to take while working as a m*ssionary in China. The same goes for using "washing" instead of the actual word.