My Baptism

Gems: Week 15

I don't remember much about my baptism. I don't even remember for sure who baptized me. I want to say it was my Grandpa Jensen? But I am not 100% sure (gonna have to ask my dad about this one). I do vaguely recall sitting in the pues of the chapel beforehand, waiting for my name to be called to go into the room with the baptismal font (they sent us in by groups?). I also remember walking down the steps of the font into the water, being so terrified that my feet were going to come up, and that I would have to be baptized AGAIN. Haha.

One thing I remember clearly; though, is preparing for my bishop's interview. I was having a hard time remembering the Prophet's name, and knew the bishop would be asking me if I follow and sustain him. So, I wrote the Prophet's name on a piece of paper and repeated the words, "Ezra Taft Benson," over and over until I was sure I'd remember them. It must have worked, too - obviously, I still remember who the Prophet of the Church was at the time of my baptism. ;)

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