Making The Commitment

“I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” Pastor Jason Sliger baptized four young people on that hot summer day at Young Disciple camp. As I watched, I felt a burning inside me to be baptized as well, and throughout the rest of that day I thought about it. That evening, at campfire, I hardly heard half of the testimonies, because I was so deep in thought about baptism. About halfway through, I made the decision to go up, give my testimony, and say that I had decided to be baptized. It was a really solemn moment, and I guess I sort of broke down in gratitude or something. (hard to explain…)

This was in July 2016, when I was 14. After YD I went and told my mom of my decision, and she agreed to get me started on Bible studies with our pastor. I could’ve gotten baptized at our church, but I decided that I wanted to get baptized at Young Disciple camp next year, in 2017.

Months past, and around May we met with our Pastor. By this time, my sister had decided that she wanted to be baptized as well, and she decided to get baptized with me, at YD.

On July 16th, camp started. During the week, I became sick, and it just wouldn’t go away. I was afraid I wouldn’t feel well enough to be baptized. But, I prayed to God about it, and by Sabbath, I was almost completely well.

That sunny day, July 22nd, 2017, I was baptized into the cool blue waters of Lake Roosevelt at Young Disciple camp by Pastor Jorge Baute. It’s hard to describe how I really felt, but it was amazing.

Being baptized is one of the most important choices you can make. Is God calling you to make the decision? Don’t wait another moment! Go talk to someone about it today. If you’ve already made the commitment, keep surrendering yourself daily to God, and He will always be there for you.

~Ashley Angeles

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