As I went down in the river to pray, Studying about that good old way. And who shall wear the starry crown? Good Lord, show me the way.
We decided to go swimming today at a public ‘beach’ at a local lake early this morning. We like to get there early so that we can leave by the time the ‘bar crowd’ shows up, around 1pm-ish. We don’t like watching people drink alcohol and doing questionable things. But it’s nice to have it all to yourself for a while. About an hour and a half later, an Islamic family came. Interestingly, as the matron wore her head-to-toe burka in 90 degree heat, another woman wore a full head garment and a costume of long pants and long sleeves in all black to swim in – while her little 2-3 year old daughter wore a bikini. Her husband wore just swim trunks, of course.
O sisters let’s go down, Let’s go down, come on down, O sisters let’s go down, Down in the river to pray.
About 15 minutes later, 40-50 people were making their way single file from the parking lot to the beach, walking within a couple of feet of the Islamic family. Most of them appeared to be Hispanic and were wearing clothes not meant for the beach. Their little children were with them and everyone seemed very focused; they didn’t seem the least bit deterred, as if no one else was there. It was like they were on a mission of some kind. It was hard to tell what was going on from where I was, which was at least 100 feet away. My husband walked over to see what was going on. In my mind I thought this just might be of God.
As I went down in the river to pray, Studying about that good old way. And who shall wear the robe and crown? Good Lord, show me the way.
It was remarkable what we saw. I knew in my heart what it might be – from that distance away I waited for my husband to gesture what was going on before I went over there. He turned to look at me and his arms were in the air praising God. I was right…it was a baptism service.
O brothers let’s go down, Let’s go down, come on down, Come on brothers let’s go down, Down in the river to pray.
While others looked on in awe, the Islamic family seemed a bit confused at first. It didn’t take long at all for them to be disgusted and revolted by this wonderful spectacle that was going on. You could feel the hatred from them. From what I could see, two men and a woman were baptized in the warm lake water for everyone to witness. What a sweet savor in the nostrils of God.
When we first got there this morning, we wondered what it would be like if we had church there…and church showed up.
God is in control.