This is a tongue in cheek post. I have to say that up front because I am laying my pride aside and showing you what really happened when I got baptized in the Jordan River.
Alan and I look so pastoral and contemplative in the first two images…
Then there was the dunk. Right about now my brain is receiving the signal that this is, in fact, runoff from a snow covered Mount Hermon. My system was about to go into shock…
I come up and try to find a way to take a breath. I uttered something like “whhhhooooooo!” Not graceful or contemplative at all.
But, in my usual style, it turned to a giggle and I was able to breath.
Just keeping it real, people.
I LOVED being baptized in the Jordan River!






