I decided to follow Jesus at age 7 and was baptized at 22.
Yes, you read that right. There were 15 years between my coming to Christ and my sealing it publicly via water baptism.
How can that be when all those years my parents and family faithfully attended Nazarene congregations?
I love God and the Church of the Nazarene, in that order, but I have to admit: When it comes to my baptism story, it’s complicated.
My parents had me dedicated as a baby at the local Church of the Nazarene near Washington, D.C., where I was born. Dedication was the predominant practice in the Church of the Nazarene at the time and still is today, despite the fact that our Article of Faith # 12, “Baptism,” makes allowance for both believer and infant baptism. (Interestingly, baby dedication appears nowhere in our Articles of Faith, but does have a ritual at the back of the Nazarene Manual, along with an infant baptism ritual).
Our family later moved to central New Jersey where we attended two Nazarene congregations successively and finally to Rochester, New York. Like the D.C. area Nazarene congregation, none of these three church buildings had baptismal fonts or baptistries. In short, baptism was the nearly invisible sacrament during my early childhood – tucked away in neglected creedal statements in our church Manual – but never on the minds of architects who designed buildings for Nazarene worship.
There was one Sunday when I was living in Rochester that a visiting family showed up. Our pastor baptized their infant by sprinkling, but – strangely enough – we never saw that family again.
Fast-forward to age 13. I was a teen Bible quizzer studying the Gospel according to Matthew. I couldn’t get away from Matthew 3:13-17, where Jesus submitted himself to baptism by John. My logic was simple:
1) Jesus was baptized;
2) I’m supposed to be like Jesus.
3) Therefore, I should be baptized.
So I talked to the pastor and asked to be baptized. He looked at me, and with a kind but firm voice intoned: “Greg, we don’t believe that baptism saves you.” End of conversation.
Three years later, at age 16, God called me to preach, and in the Fall of 1981, I enrolled as a freshman religion major at Eastern Nazarene College. For four years, I successively attended two more Nazarene congregations in the Boston area and – during that time – witnessed several baby dedications but no baptisms of any kind, of any age candidate. Midway through my time at ENC, I received my first district license with my home District. I filled out the form that asked lots of good questions about my spiritual experience. “Have you been born again?” Check. “Had you been entirely sanctified?” Check. The form allowed for me to expand on my answers to those questions, describing my spiritual journey and my call to preach. But one question was conspicuously absent: “Have you been baptized?” I never noticed at the time that it was missing, not having thought about it since my very short conversation with my pastor at age 13.
Graduation, marriage, honeymoon, a move to Kansas City for Seminary in the summer of 1985 – Upon arrival, we visited several Nazarene congregations in the Kansas City area, and finally settled at the Grandview church, south of KC. The second Sunday there, the pastor announced that there would be a baptism class the next Sunday night and – one week later – a baptism service. This was my chance, my first Nazarene baptism service where adults would be immersed. I was happy to sign my name to the list of candidates. Nine years after my first request to be baptized, I was awakening from my sacramental slumber.
Since the Grandview church had been built without a baptistry, we joined forces with a nearby Nazarene congregation that had one. I remember the words of my pastor, Rev. Richard “Dick” Neiderhiser, as I walked up the steps to the baptistry. He playfully dubbed me the “late bloomer,” then plunged me under the water in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Fifteen years after my decision to follow Jesus, I was now officially initiated into the Body of Christ.
There’s one other curious side-note. When I was 12, our church in Rochester held a class using a book that took a bunch of us 6th graders through a simple catechism. When we were done, I joined the Church of the Nazarene. So, from age 12 to age 22 – for ten years – I was a member of the Church of the Nazarene even though I had never been initiated by baptism into the Church universal.
Apparently I’m not the only one who considers this backward order strange. For at least the past two General Assemblies, there have been resolutions presented that would require anyone uniting with the membership of the Church of the Nazarene to have first been baptized in some Christian community of faith. Importantly, the resolutions did not mandate so-called “re-baptism” in order to join Nazarene ranks, just baptism in a recognized Christian church. Twice, the resolution has been defeated.
Some Nazarene congregations are not waiting around for the denomination to officially change its polity. In 2004, my two teenage sons joined the Church of the Nazarene while we attended the Nampa College congregation in Nampa, Idaho. Though the Manual has not changed, I was thrilled when their youth pastor asked them whether they had been baptized. They had been, some years before. He explained that baptism was a first step – initiation into the larger Body of Christ – that precedes joining that part of the family called “Nazarene.” God bless that youth pastor! I have hope that this practice will spread and that – as sometimes happens in our tribe – our official statement of practice in the Manual will eventually catch-up with our longstanding practice on-the-ground.
But back to my baptism odyssey.
All told, I held 8 district licenses on two districts. During all eight annual interviews prior to being ordained in 1991, I was asked many questions by ministerial credentials boards, yet not once did anyone ever ask me whether I had been baptized. So, I was ordained as a Nazarene elder – as my ordination certificate says, in “the Church of God” i.e. Church universal – without anyone inquiring about my status in the Church universal, the broader community of faith. No one was interested in knowing if I had ever been initiated by baptism into the Church that Jesus the Nazarene founded, against which the gates of Hell shall never prevail (Matthew 16:18).
Am I alone in this strange baptismal journey, or have things changed? Tell me about your Nazarene baptism experience.
FOR FURTHER READING:
If you want to read excellent teaching on the meaning of baptism, I highly recommend two books:
– Rob Staples, Outward Sign and Inward Grace: The Place of Sacraments in Wesleyan Spirituality (Beacon Hill, 1991), available here at Amazon.
– Michael Green, Baptism: Its Purpose, Practice and Power (Hodder & Stoughton, 1987). An updated version of the book (2010) is available here at Amazon.
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6 thoughts on “Baptism: Confessions of a late bloomer”
Greg, in both Indonesia (among Muslims) and in Thailand (among Buddhists) we always baptized converts after their conversion and would not lead them through a membership class (and take them into Nazarene membership) until they were baptized. Baptism was the line of demarcation from their former religion and Christianity. However, though I was baptized in a Baptist church at age 13 (and joined the Nazarenes at age 17), my wife (a Nazarene from birth like you) was baptized during a Nazarene ceremony in a river at age 26.
Mike, good to hear from you. Thanks for the perspective from Indonesia and Thailand. Baptism really is – as you say – a “line of demarcation.”
Thanks for sharing your story, Greg! This is an area where we Nazarenes clearly have much work to do, but I do think we’re doing better.
Glad for your comment here, Brandon, and thank you for providing a FB forum where Nazarenes (and others) can work on the sacraments together.
As I stated on the FB post of this entry I too was saved at 7. It was not until I was 32, on a trip to Israel, that I was baptized. I was ordained at 26, so it was 6 years after I was ordained, 9 years after becoming a pastor, 25 years after coming to Christ, that I was baptized. I had been baptized as an infant and dedicated in another ceremony in my grandparents’ church. I do not remember the opportunities for getting baptized being offered much growing up and was certainly not encouraged as a youth to do so growing up in the Church of the Nazarene.
btw our church I have pastored for over 30 years has a baptismal and is used regularly.
Thanks, Larry, for the story. If you don’t mind, I’d love to ask a few questions to follow-up:
1. Were you ever asked during your interviews with the Board of Ministerial credentials about your baptism status? If not, then if I understand correctly, there was no interest in whether you had been initiated into the Body of Christ via baptism prior to you being ordained?
2. Can you help me understand why you were baptized as an adult when you had already been initiated into the Church as a baby?