Our Story of Baptism

My wife Sara and I were baptized on a very hot summer day in the summer of 2000, in the South Barrington lake. It was about six months after we began attending Willow Creek. While we were baptized as infants, we heard and accepted the idea that baptism was an outward sign of our acceptance of Christ. Two good friends who introduced us to Willow spent the day with us. It was a big sacrifice, since the temperatures were in the mid-90’s, and we were not scheduled until the end. Also, to my surprise, my mom and uncle were in attendance. When we had begun attending Willow Creek, my mom was disappointed that I was leaving the church of my childhood, and she wondered if perhaps I had been seduced by a cult. When I invited her to the baptism, I tried to explain it as best I could, but I still wasn’t convinced she would come. I know it was hard for her in many ways, but I was happy to see her there and for her to be part of the day. Afterwards, we had other conversations about my faith, and I felt that her attending baptism had helped her better accept my church and my faith. For that, I will always be grateful.

Jim Butler