Last week, I watched my eldest grandchild, Hallie, get baptized. It was a special moment in the collective life of my family. We all showed up to support the decision she had made for herself. She’s 16.
From this you might rightly conclude that this wasn’t a Mormon baptism. Hallie was baptized at the South Jordan campus of South Mountain Community Church, along with several of her friends.
The worship area was crowded. I stood in the back with my youngest grandchild, Ada, perched on my shoulders so she could see. Her interest was obvious by her questions.