When I was 11 years old, and a member of Fifth Avenue Baptist Church, I was baptized by Dr. Norman Cox. My sister, one year younger, was to be baptized too, along with 15 others – so Dr. Cox decided that he would (since we were small) put us on his arm together and baptize us as one. All went well until the was bringing us up out of the water – and my sister rolled off of his arm and fell back in! The congregation gasped, and of course, he immediately set me to one side and went back for her! She was fine, but what he thought we be the debut of a “first” – became a definite last double ceremony!
I thank God every day for Johnson Memorial and its beautiful traditions – especially our “safe” baptism ritual.
Quinn Van Nostran
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