Something very weird happened to me earlier this year. I did not realize when I wrote “the weirdest thing happened to me” in last year’s blog post that things were about to get even weirder. Apparently God was not finished answering my prayer to help me “to believe for real, like, really real. For real.”
The weirdest thing happened. I asked God to help me believe. I did not expect an answer.
I got an answer.
Five years ago—and not coincidentally, two years after California legalized recreational marijuana—I accepted an invitation from a Christian friend to attend her son’s baptism and took my younger son with me. Last summer, my younger son decided to get baptized after attending a church camp. I decided if he’s going to do it, I would too.
Okay, not literally. The interval between seconds didn’t actually lengthen. Time didn’t tick by slower than usual. People around me didn’t speak with a drawl or move in slow motion. There were no redshifts or time dilation effects that I noticed. It wasn’t as if I was launched into space at near light speed and returned to Earth to find my husband an old man, hunched over, grasping a walking cane, and my boys with gray hair and grandchildren. Nothing like that.