I find myself dreaming a lot on Sundays. I can’t help it. I’ll be sitting at church in Malden and my mind begins to dream of what could happen, of what might happen, by faith…. even of what’s about to happen. When we’re singing, I picture a room full of people in Philadelphia singing to the glory of God. When we’re listening to the sermon, I picture a room full of people in Philadelphia sitting under the power and authority of God’s word. I could keep going – as we’re giving tithes, or sharing Communion, or greeting each other – I picture it all happening down there.
That was especially true this Sunday. This week we had baptisms at Seven Mile Road. 5 people got up and shared their stories – stories about spending years feeling afraid, or hating church, or blaming God, or sinning and being sinned against. As you heard their stories, you couldn’t help but think of words like – lost…blind…despair…dead.
But then everything changed.
They started coming to church, asking questions, hearing the Gospel, being loved by believers, and through it all, the grace of God was being poured on them. The risen Christ resurrected their souls. As you heard their testimonies, you couldn’t help but think of words like – found…sight…hope…alive!
On Sunday, we baptized each of these folks to the glory of God. It was the first time I ever baptized anyone. And I found myself dreaming again. Dreaming of standing in a lake somewhere in Philadelphia baptizing people. People who would speak of the grace they received through the ministry of a local church – our church. May it be so to the glory of God.