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Copyright 2001
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Whew. It is hot isn't it? I don't know about you but for me, there ain't nothing like floating in water on a hot day. I haven't always thought so, mind ya'. For most of my life I have been powerful afraid of water. You see, when I was six years old, I saw a person drown in a river and I am telling you that no one of any age should ever see such a thing. My fear caused several problems for me. I couldn't take a bath and I'm a member of a devout Baptist church. Ain't nobody ever told me I wasn't saved cuz I wasn't baptized but it was implied by several people during my youth.
I wanted to do the right thing for God, ya know, but I was so afraid. When I was 12, I told Pastor that I was ready and we gave it a shot. Pastor no sooner touched me to dunk me in that water than I became a wild child. Liked to drown the poor man afore I got out. He passed on some 6 years ago so I am fairly certain he has forgiven me that by now.
Well, like I said, I wanted to do the right thing, so last year I decided I was going to try it again. Pastor Tim wasn't here when I was 12 so I figured that he might be willing to try it. I had it in my head that if I got myself used to the water first I might be able to do it. I asked Pastor Tim if I could use the baptismal...you know, stand in it a few times before the actual dunking. He looked at me like I was wearing a porcupine hat but said that would probably be all right.
For three weeks I went down to the church on Saturday afternoon and stood in the baptismal. The first week, I got in there and that water was up to my waist, it was all I could do not to run out of the church and never come back. You see, I was standing in water up to my waist when I was six years old. The river was going pretty fast and I don't know what she was doing out in the middle of it like that. The last thing I saw of my mamma was her head going under. She was screaming my name - "Tamalyn!" I still don't know why she was screaming my name. I wanted to go out and get her but I couldn't seem to get my feet to move. As I was standing in that baptismal, feeling that water on my waist, I heard her screaming my name again. I stood there for a few minutes and then left. Each Saturday, I went and each time I lowered myself into the water just a bit until I was finally in up to my chin. Each time I heard my mamma scream my name and finally the week before Easter, I decided that enough was enough, I was going to put my head under that water. I closed my eyes and ducked my head in. I could imagine my mamma standing there, saying to me, "Tamalyn, I am so proud of you."
Easter Sunday, I was baptized by Pastor Tim. I was afraid I'd hear my mamma scream my name but when Pastor put my head under that water all I heard was the voice of God. He said, "Tamalyn, you are a new creature in Christ. Let the old self go and rise up new." And I did. I have died to my self and been raised up as His child.
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You see, I didn't mean to. But I was there. The chief priests and the council members were circulating among us. They made themselves very clear. When Pilate asked what he should do with Jesus we were supposed to answer, "Crucify Him!" And we did! I did. Then Pilate asked, "Why, what evil has He done?" and we answered louder, "Crucify Him!" I thought I was just going along with the crowd and I'm a simple woman, who am I to argue with chief priests and council members?
But later, I was near the cross and I heard Him tell one of the thieves that was being crucified that on this very day, they would be together in Paradise. I heard Him say, "Father, forgive them." Forgive them? Forgive me? I was near when the darkness came. I heard Him say, "It is finished," then He stopped breathing and it all became dark. The soldiers heard it too. I heard onesay, "This man must be the Son of God." I know that now. I didn't think that I would ever be able to face any of His followers, or become one of His followers after what I had done but there were some women tending the tomb. I didn't mean for them to see me much less speak to me. I was hanging around, just trying to sort things out when one of them saw me. She invited me over to sit with them. At first, I said no but she was so friendly. I wasn't there long before I broke down and told them that I didn't fight for Jesus' freedom - that I was one of the crowd shouting for His crucifixion. I expected them to be angry and send me away but one of them reached over and took my hand and told me that Jesus loves me. He would forgive me. I know He is the Son of God and He has forgiven me and all the others who shouted, "Crucify Him!" I know He rose from the dead today. If I stay with His followers I may get to see Him. To hear Him tell me He loves me. He loves all of us.
