Just kidding…I walked into a church but none the less the premise is the same. One day in 2017 I walked into an Episcopal Church with my family. We were greeted by a lady named Phyllis at the door and given some rolls. As we moved through the service I wept and wept. It was so beautiful. That was nearly 2 years ago and yesterday I got to preach at that very same church. Here is the link to my sermon. I opened with a poem by Meggan Watterson from her book The Sutras of Unspeak
I did a thing yesterday that I swore I would never do.
I got baptized. This is a loaded word for me. A complicated word. It is a sentence that I never thought I would write or speak of as an adult. It freaks me out to be telling you so publicly. It feels like something that should be a secret not a celebration. I got baptized. This is not my first baptism. My first baptism happened when I was 8 years old. It was in the Mormon church. I got baptized not because we were Mormon