One year ago, I turned 25. A quarter-century. The halfway mark between 20 and…30. One year ago today, I was baptized.
It was one of those ethereal moments that fully convinced my belief in a God. Those kinds of moments just don’t happen. Nobody gets baptized on a Tuesday night in a water park surrounded by church friends and roommates and a former supervisor and two beloved parents — and on his 25th birthday, no less.