April 2025.
At the time, Yovan didn’t feel the need to be baptised again, though he understood why others did and promised to support me. A week before the baptism, he gently said, “I believe I need to be baptised too.”
Here's the thing: many congregants hold different views on baptism. While this post isn't a campaign to any particular values, we hesitated to share our story. I shared my experiences, but those involving Yovan were to remain private for the right moment.
Yovan had a good reason; he wanted to show his growth before sharing his baptism story. I, however, felt differently—I wanted to express how much I loved Him and how He saved me. Both agreed not to offend anyone or create unnecessary drama.
But why are we more concerned about offending the world than pleasing God?
There was much to endure after the baptism. Yovan and I have been in a long-distance marriage for nearly six months. He devoted himself to his mother, who was entering palliative care. From afar, I watched him care for her—preparing meals, administering medications, cleaning her colostomy bag, and being by her side as cancer took her memories, up to her last breath.
There were nights he called me at 2 AM to cry and worship, the sounds of his mother’s pain in the background.
Then, a few weeks after his mum passed away, Yovan said, “Without the baptism, we would not be able to stand the test."
So, that was my cue. I'm sharing this with immense gratitude.
(Galatians 3:27) For all of you who were baptised in Christ have clothed yourself in Christ."
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