A few years earlier I had fallen off a pier and didn't know how to swim. My eyes were open as I struggled in the salty water to get my body back to the surface. Even though my dad reached for me, he missed. In fact, he missed twice. On my third time down into the water I took one last look around and everything was murky and dark and chaotic. There was no peace and death seem certain to me. And as I said my final goodbye to the world my dad swooped one last time grabbing me by the back of my shirt and throwing me onto the pier. I lived, but forever scarred.
So now I am under the water again and my eyes are open. All I see is light. All I feel is peace. There is a hope in the waters of baptism. There is life in Jesus.
I came up out of the water a new creation. And although I have been far from perfect, I live for the perfect one. I didn't know everything there was to know about Jesus, the Bible, or faith and I still don't. But for 29 years I have had the tremendous experience of a journey with Christ that has shaped my life and hopefully helped shape the lives of those around me. I'm looking forward to the big 3-0 next year.