My Funeral

Now when they heard this they were cut to the heart, and said to Peter and the rest of the apostles, “Brothers, what shall we do?” And Peter said to them, “Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. For the promise is for you and for your children and for all who are far off, everyone whom the Lord our God calls to himself.”-Acts 2:37-39

     My teenage daughter came to me one February morning to inform me that she wanted to be baptized. I told her, rather emphatically, she did not need to be baptized because she was already baptized as an infant. She was disappointed, but she honored my decision.

     I had stopped participating in my religion when I left my parents’ house at the age of 17. It wasn’t until my daughter was in her early teens that I decided to return to the Catholic Church and I took her and her little sister with me. My husband wasn’t interested so he stayed home.

     Looking back, I realize the Catholic gene was in me though, because even though I didn’t attend church, I had my daughter baptized when she was born. I still believed in some of the things I was taught in Catholic school and I didn’t want her to go to “Limbo” if she died because she was not baptized. It’s all so interesting now that I think about it.

     At the age of 17 my daughter became a born-again follower of Jesus Christ. I had no idea what that even meant but, at the time, I was convinced that the Catholic Church was the one true church. So, when she wanted to be baptized, I thought she was being taught a false teaching.

     That was the year that my life changed forever. Many things happened during that year to transform my heart and mind, leading me to get to know Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I see now how God had orchestrated the whole story and it is really a fascinating tale, but for now I will jump ahead to a night in December of that year.

     That night I had a dream. In the dream I saw myself walking down a street dressed completely in black, including a black hat and veil. My face was beaming with a grin from ear to ear, and a man stopped me to ask where I was going with that smile on my face. I told him that I was going to my own funeral. In that dream, somehow, I understood that baptism is kind of like a funeral. It is a way of publicly proclaiming, “My old life is dead, I am now alive in Christ. When I awoke from that dream, I knew that I needed to be baptized.

     The next morning, I sat my daughter down and told her all about my dream. Two weeks later the two of us made our public declaration of our new life in Christ when we were baptized together.

    We have a truly amazing, transforming, loving God who wants us to know the truth. Ask Him to show you. He knows what you need and He will work it out in you if you will let Him.    

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