baptism.

Yesterday was our first baptism service at the Bridge Church.

There's something absolutely wonderful to me about a baptism service outside of a sanctuary. I was baptized when I was 11 in an in-ground pool, because the church my family was attending didn't have its own building. The church I attended before moving here from Frederick, Mountain View, used Lake Linganore.

Last night, as we all stood around the poool and watched our friends make a public declaration of faith, there was a sense of casual celebration that fit us, and I think, honored God.

Then we had a party - we talked and ate and spent time together and celebrated. It was a good way to begin the week.