Always remembering…

I originally blogged about this a couple of weeks ago, but ScribeFire had a useful bug that wiped the content from your posts (useful blogging tool there!) – they reckon it’s fixed now so I’ll try again 🙂

The other week was another round of baptisms at KingsGate, and the first to take place since Mrs H got dunked and I turned myself around again.

To say I was emotional during the service would be an understatement of grand proportions. The memories of my wifes dunking, and the realisation of all the changes that had taken place in my life in the past couple of months, totally washed over me and I found myself dumbstruck as I stood in complete and utter awe of what God has done.

The moment was then totally compounded by the worship team striking up “The Wonder of The Cross” – at which point I was wrecked and could barely utter a line of the song before the emotions totally enveloped me.

So, why am I telling you all about this? Simply because I always want to remain aware of what God has done for littel ol’ me. The price that was paid for me to be able to stand there and enjoy witnessing such an occasion is just far beyond any comprehension – but even though I can never fully understand it, I always want to be reminded of it and NEVER to become accustomed to it.

I’m not ashamed of getting emotional at the wonder of The Cross, nor am I ashamed at getting emotional as I remember my journey back. I honestly think that the only shame would be if I lost that wonder, that joy, and became “comfortable” with it all.

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