Yesterday (Saturday) our group visited four churches representing a cross-section of Texas Christianity: a Seventh-Day Adventist church, a Messianic Jewish congregation, a charismatic megachurch, and a younger growing church with a more emergent feel. Today (Sunday) brought more visits.
Of our Saturday experiences, I felt most inspired by something that happened during our last stop: The Village Church. I walked into the sanctuary a little late, but as I did I was able to witness some truly holy moments.
They were having a baptism service the likes of which I’ve never seen. Two by two they came to the baptismal tank. One person would introduce the baptismal candidate, who would then read their story of faith…powerful stuff. Both would then descend into the water, and the sponsor would baptize their counterpart. No ordained ministers involved-and none needed.
I saw wives baptizing husbands, friends baptizing friends, brother baptizing brother, and a father baptizing his daughter. It was honestly one of the more inspiring and moving things I have ever seen.
In a world where the gospel all too often gets politicized, co-opted, corporatized, and/or “managed,” this was simple truth, love, and grace. As these believers proclaimed their faith in word and act assisted by those closest to them, I saw the Church as body of Christ in all its fullness.