“I want to get baptized.” my husband said.
I was very happy to hear that.
My husband is essentially bed-ridden. There was no possibility of “going down to the river” or even the tub for that matter. So, I baptized him in his chair with the Lord's blessing. We decided that we should have communion as well. I told my husband that Paul had admonished the believers for not properly discerning the Lord's body (not respecting communion) and that was why many of them were sick.
I told my husband that the bible talked about how when people were sick, they should call the elders to lay hands on them and anoint them with oil. So I prayed, saying, that we had no elders available, only me. When I was done pouring water on his head, I dried him off and prayed over him. Then I anointed his head with oil.
It was a very solemn occasion and I'm not sure I am doing it justice writing about it. I asked my husband how he felt afterwards. He said he felt relieved. He had been thinking about getting baptized for months. I told him not to wait so long to say something next time. But, then again, maybe the timing was perfect.
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