Bill KnottTHE NEWEST BELIEVER AMONG US WAS SLIPPING AWAY IN FRONT OF my eyes, and I felt powerless to prevent it.
Aaron* had been a joy to study with—a young man already in love with Jesus who had found in the truths of Adventism the confidence that he was following Jesus on the road of discipleship. Our Bible studies week by week, usually preceded by a vigorous hour of racquetball at the gym, had been openhearted, frank, and faith-building—for both of us.
Aaron’s decision for baptism was an occasion for deep joy in our small congregation, and on the appointed Sabbath afternoon almost the entire church piled into cars to caravan to the conference youth camp to witness his public commitment to Jesus. As 30 friends sang on the shoreline, Aaron and I waded out into the sun-dappled water, elated by the moment of joy and beauty God had created for us.
I had taken the precaution to wear sneakers out into the mud I knew lay just beyond the gravel edge, but Aaron stood beside me as barefoot as a newborn, gripping my arm with the fierce intensity of a man who knows he is making the most important decision of his life.
Because all of us had driven a full hour to the lake, I didn’t want the moment of celebration to pass too quickly, and I had mentally prepared a short homily to offer from the water—partly a telling of Aaron’s story, partly an encouragement to others to choose as he had chosen. But halfway through my narrative, the baptismal candidate began to disappear—literally.
Unsupported by wide, flat sneakers such as I was wearing, Aaron was slowly sinking into the deep mud of the lake bottom at the rate of about an inch every 10 seconds, growing shorter every moment. Only halfway through my story, I suddenly realized that if I didn’t stop talking, Aaron would go under before I said, “I now baptize you . . .”
Some moments won’t hold, and this was one of them. I quickly terminated my remarks, committed him to the care of his brothers and sisters in Christ, and baptized him in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit as the water closed above his shoulders.
I learned a lesson that Sabbath afternoon about giving new believers a firm footing when we call them to stand with us in the family of God. And it’s a lesson I’m reminded of almost every week as I hear and read the painful statistics that reveal how many new believers disappear from among us each year because they haven’t found their footing. Unless they make friends in their new church family, unless they develop new disciplines of prayer and Bible study, unless they are grounded in the “literature of a new lifestyle,” thousands will sink into the mud, even after their baptism.
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Don’t let the men and women Jesus has found disappear before our eyes.
*not his real name
Bill Knott is editor of the Adventist Review. This article was published November 18, 2010.