The whole congregation was still. Pastor spoke the ancient words, splashing water on her forehead with each utterance. “I baptize you in the name of the Father,… the Son, … and the Holy Spirit.” She held her breath, tight with anticipation… and fear. Would there be a change?
She was told it wasn’t magical, yet, somewhere, inside, she expected something; perhaps fire from the Holy Spirit. Surely, the flame flickered before the service. She imagined, then, it would burst out of some hidden portal and ignite her spirit, making her truly an expression of holiness. She grinned with joy; spiritually, she was on fire!