A few weeks ago, I was surfing the web and reading some sermons posted by various well-known preachers. I figure if I read some of their sermons, maybe I would become a better preacher. One preacher shared a story, that he implied was true, so I thought I would share it with you.
According to the preacher, a mother was at home with her two young daughters one afternoon. Everything seemed to be just fine until the mother realized that the house was too quiet. And as every parent knows, a quiet house in the daytime can only mean one thing: the kids are up to no good.
Quietly walking into each of the girls’ rooms and not finding them there, she began to get worried. Then she heard it: the sound of whispering followed by the flushing of a toilet. Following the sound, she soon realized where it was coming from. It was coming from her bathroom. Whispers, flush. Whispers, flush. Poking her head into the room, she was able to see both of her daughters standing over the commode. Whispers, flush. One of them was holding a dripping Barbie doll by the ankles and the other one had her finger on the handle. Whispers, flush. Wanting to hear what her daughter was saying, she slipped quietly into the room. Whispers, flush. And this is what she heard: “I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and in the hole, you go.” Flush.
Since the story was on the internet AND in a sermon, it has to be true right? Okay maybe not… either way, I know there have been times in my life when I have felt like that soaking wet Barbie doll. There are those times when my life is filled with chaos and unrest; I feel as if someone has me by the ankles ready to flush me. That is when I try to remember the story of Jesus’ baptism that Matthew records.
I remind myself that God tore open the heavens and claimed me as one of His own. And that is really good news, but it gets better. You see, not only does God claim me, Matthew reminds me that God declares to the world that I belong to Him. That isn’t just good news, but that’s GREAT NEWS!