Delmar O'Donnell, "Well that's it, boys. I've been redeemed. The preacher's done warshed away all my sins and transgressions. It's the straight and narrow from here on out, and heaven everlasting's my reward."
Neither Michele nor I were raised in traditional "church going" families. However we were both brought up God-loving Christians. Faith is part of who we are. When engaged to be married, we always intended our vows to be spoken in the house of the Lord. There was a solid year of regular attendance at the Rush City Baptist Church where Pastor Dave eventually became the man that would marry us and guide us through some of the spiritual ways of the world. One thing I did learn from him as a Baptist preacher is a belief that baptism is a choice. Believer's Baptism, as it is called, is a voluntary act of faith and not just a routine of church membership. Baptism serves as a public identification with the Christian faith.
Logan was not baptized as an infant as his catholic, big brother was. But I assure you that Bear relishes his chance each night to pray over family meals. And a few weeks ago at a Warroad Hockey game, I wanted to eat him up during the National Anthem as I peeked over my shoulder to check on him, only to be amazed at his little hands pressed together in prayer formation in recognition of a serious moment. But as I understand it, Logan hasn't matured to the point of understanding a commitment to the Christian faith... so, Baptism isn't a choice for him YET.
Well, at least today Baptism wasn't a choice ... it was an accident!
After tossing out some hockey sticks - Logan & 2 pals
(Taylor and Nolan) were occupied while I set
up camp.
It was the Maiden Voyage of the new Frabill Fish House.
Nolan and Logan shared fishing tips, gummie worms,
a seat and a turkey sandwich.
One house was slaying the crappies -
the other was entertaining "the knee high gang".
(Although we did manage a Monster Perch.)
In search of fertile fishing grounds, we decided
to move the fish house to the east. That is when
my pint-sized partner was unintentionally baptized
in the frigid waters of West Rush Lake.
(Here is the master angler
- left leg wet to the tush-
warming in the truck.)
(Tuckered out and headed home...
No Doubt -dreaming up a Fisherman's Lie.)
"Well I was lyin'. And the preacher says that that sin's been warshed away too. Neither God nor man's got nothin' on me now. C'mon in boys, the water is fine."
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