Someone shared with me a story this week of a young boy who witnessed a Baptism at his local Baptist Church. And he heard how the minister described it made that person part of the family of God. This got the young boy to thinking and so the next morning he decided to baptize the family cats. He first baptized the kitten and he bore it very well, but then came the old momma cat. She rebelled, struggled with him, clawed and tore, and finally got away. With considerable effort he caught her again (none of you came kicking and screaming to baptism, did you?). Well the second time the young boy proceeded with the ceremony in his bathtub.
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