Baptism in the Little River

Sundays are for church and family. Today Sam and I headed to the Little River near Walland to sit in the shallows and throw rocks and catch crawdads in the early afternoon heat. Soon after we'd settled in to our spot in the middle of the river and caught our first crawdad a congregation gathered on the bank. We could see the women in their Sunday clothes and the children milling about and hear bits and pieces of the guitars playing and the preaching and singing. But "Amazing Grace" does carry right over the water so we sang along and headed back towards the bank to join in rather than observe. We made it just in time to catch a young deacon who slipped and fell in the current on his way to assist with the baptism and just in time to see the sheer joy of an entire family baptized. The Lord does work in mysterious ways his wonders to behold. The congregation took us in and blessed us. I know there is a mighty heart to the people who live in this place and we are all blessed to join in whenever we can.