Yummy, yummy, oh so sweet circus peanuts.

I wrote an entry last week about my sister’s baptism. And, it got me to thinking about my own. I was 11 years old when I was baptized into the Church of Christ. I have since become a die-hard Baptist. And, I believe that one baptism is all that is necessary…….if it took.

The day that I got saved and baptized my mom had gone to the grocery store. She had bought a bag of circus peanuts. This was, indeed, a very special treat for us since we were seriously poor. I thought about those yummy candies all day. She was going to give them to us after church service that evening. The church was having a revival with a special speaker and it was “have to go” event.

At the end of the preaching, the call for unsaved to come forward and be baptized went out. I went up and was pronounced saved. In this church, baptism took place immediately after the service. So, I went back to a changing room and changed into the baptism robe. The preacher dunked me a good one and their were lots of “Praise the Lord” and “Amens!” being shouted.

My mom was so proud of me that she gave me the WHOLE bag of circus peanuts which I ate right in front of my brother’s and sisters. Now, I ask you……was that a very Christian thing to do? Torment and taunt poor lil’ children who were salivating until they looked like they had been dunked, too?

Now when people talk about their baptismal experience, all I can think about is circus peanuts. This has me wondering…….did the baptism take? Did the Lord understand how much I loved those circus peanuts?

Wondering if I need a do-over? If I do, there will be no candy involved. I refuse to spend the rest of my life connecting baptism and circus peanuts!