I need to work through this because thinking about it makes me very upset. I mean it consumes me. I found out a loved one of mine had to be rebaptized to join her church. They would not except her as a member until she was submerged. This church was the place that her husband decided they were going to call home and that is the reason she went through with it. Her husbands parents came up all excited about her (re)baptism and wanted to celebrate it. She told them she was doing this to join the church and that was the reason, (I’m guessing not because of some conversion experience like they may have thought).
This loved one was baptized as an infant, as I was. Saying that she didn’t get it right the first time means I am not right. It means my wife, my son, all the people and children I have baptized are not right with God because a handful of water was used and not a tub full. That hurts, to the deep center of my being. Rebaptism states that God didn’t get it right the first time and I find that offensive.
As you could probably tell this church is not a United Methodist church and it makes me so proud to be in this denomination when stuff like this happens. I got the pleausure of having three baptizims in a row in as many weeks. I baptized an infant, a four year old and an adult. Each one was special and God was present.
Thank God the blessing, love, grace, and joy found in that sacrament is not our responsibility. God got it right for me, for my loved one (both times), and each and every time. Putting samantics on the style or amount of water is handcuffing God to a pole and saying God can only work a certain way. The God I worship, the God present at the sacraments I have witnessed, is SO much bigger than that.