This Sunday is Jefferson Baptist Church’s annual baptism at Lake Charles. Over the years, I was blessed to be able to baptize all eight of our kids. It was a great honor to do that, and this Sunday, I have the honor of baptizing one of my grandsons, Courage. I have forgotten a lot of events with our kids, but I remember each of their baptisms very clearly; I fell in when I baptized one of them, I won’t say which one. When Sarah, our oldest, was baptized, she gave a ten-minute testimony that was amazingly good for a twelve-year-old. I remember thinking that she was for sure going to be a gifted teacher someday. The most memorable of all the people I have baptized were my Dad and Mom. It was just a couple of weeks before Dad died of liver cancer. He had lost so much weight that he didn’t weigh a hundred pounds. I remember thinking how strange it was that I had in my hands the man who taught me more than any other person, who had influenced me tremendously and was the main person who shaped me into the man I had become. As I think about it now, I don’t think any other event in my life is as significant as that baptism. I remember my baptism; I was a senior in High School. I remember Patty’s baptism about a year after our marriage. Jesus was baptized when He was thirty and immediately began His ministry. God intended for our baptism to be a significant event. It is a ceremonial picture of our dying to ourselves, no longer being the one running our life, and being resurrected to a new life where Jesus is now King. Do you remember your baptism? It is a good idea to reflect on our baptism, remind ourselves what it meant, and recommit to following Jesus as the Lord of our life.