6.Bert

6.Bert

His son Bert was in my class and we became close friends. Every Sunday for years, we went to Sunday school and church together, always sitting in the back, often in our own world. In 1955, I had absorbed enough of my churchs teachings to know that I was a sinner and to want Jesus to save me. So I came down the aisle at the end of Sunday service, Juicy Couture Laptop Cases professed my faith in Christ, and asked to be baptized. The Reverend Fitzgerald came to the house to talk to Mother and me. Baptists require an informed profession of faith for baptism; they want people to know what they are doing, as opposed to the Methodists infant sprinkling ritual that took Hillary and her brothers out of hells way.
Bert Jeffries and I were baptized together, along with several other people on a Sunday night. The baptismal pool was just above the choir loft. When the curtains were opened, the congregation could see the pastor standing in a white robe, dunking the saved. Just ahead of Bert and me in the line was a woman who was visibly afraid of the water. She trembled down the steps into the pool. When the preacher held her nose and dunked her, she went completely rigid. Her right leg jerked straight up in Juicy Couture Handbags the air and came to rest on the narrow strip of glass that protected the choir loft from splashes. Her heel stuck. She couldn't get it off, so when the preacher tried to lift her up, he couldn't budge her. Since he was looking at her submerged head, he didn't see what had happened, so he just kept jerking on her. Finally he looked around, figured it out, and took the poor womans leg Juicy Couture Tracksuits down Juicy Couture Wallets before she drowned. Bert and I were in stitches. I couldn't help thinking that if Jesus had this much Juicy Couture Dog Carrier of a sense of humor, being a Christian wasn't going to be so tough.
Besides my new friends, neighborhood, school, and church, Hot Springs brought me a new extended family in the Clintons.