On Sunday I was baptised by immersion!
On a sunny Kampala afternoon,
immediately after our church service, we walked as a congregation across the
road to a nearby hotel. This hotel has a swimming pool... and it was in this
swimming pool that 15 of us were baptised on Sunday!
I would have loved to have had
you all there with us. It was a joyful celebration!
Some special friends we have
met here in Kampala were able to join us, which meant a lot to me.
In addition, two other special
ladies were part of the day.
One of them was a new friend I
have met here in Kampala who has become very precious to me. She is South
Sudanese and was also baptised on Sunday!
The other lady is a close
friend I met and got to know in Juba. She is originally from France and has
featured on this blog many times when I was writing these posts in South Sudan.
She stood with me on July 8th last year, with our children and the MAF team, at
Juba's Quality Hotel. That night, as we stood together, we were forced to
listen to gunfire killing over 150 people on the streets of Juba.
This time, we stood together in
a Kampala hotel with an entirely different ambiance. united for a time of
celebration and joy. A world away from the fear and trembling of that July
evening in Juba.
It was exciting to be able to
join with the others being baptised!! We congregated around the pool...
Then it was time to give my
testimony to the rest of the congregation, seated at the poolside:
I spoke mostly about what I had
discovered during a particularly dark and difficult time that I went through in
Juba, when I felt overwhelmed with challenges and thoroughly miserable. I felt
so inadequate to be called God's child and utterly unable to be the person I
felt I ought to be. I looked around at other MAF wives in Juba and saw them
coping with smiles while I was drowning in stress.
I felt like I was failing as
a wife, as a mother, as a home-schooler, as a MAF staff member, as a so-called
Christian... It was a miserable time.
However during that time, I
learnt an amazing lesson: that despite my very great failures and weaknesses,
despite the wrong things that I do and the way I got so tense- and horrible to
be around when stressed (!!) I eventually came to realise that God
doesn't need me to be a "super-person" for Him to love me.
I don't need to try to earn His
love by trying to be good enough. I don't need to try to act like a supposed
MAF-missionary-woman that some people might expect a MAF pilot's wife to
be.
God just loves me.
He has enough grace to see me as
I am, with all my metaphorical warts and all my mistakes and weaknesses and
love me exactly as I am. I don't need to be anyone special or do anything special... God loves me
always and anyway, because Jesus has stepped into my place to deal with those
things when He died on the cross. clearing the way for me to be made right in
God's eyes. He is "mighty to save" (Zephaniah 3 v 17).
Because of this, not only does
God love me- the same Bible verse tells me that He actually delights in me! Now that is amazing grace! And
that makes me so thankful! I just wanted to jump into that pool and make my
commitment to follow Him crystal clear!
So here is the baptism:
And my lovely friend Grace
being baptised:
It was such a special day...
:-)