When Your Pastor Lets You Down

I stand 6’4” and weigh over two hundred pounds but felt physically insignificant standing next to David.  He weighed north of four hundred pounds and was one of my first baptisms in my first church—almost three decades ago.  When we both stood in the baptismal, we displaced a goodly amount of water. The choir seemed a little nervous as two behemoths stepped into the water behind them, for the only thing between them and a biblical flood was an 8-inch tall pane of glass.

I faced the congregation and David faced towards my left.  I told him that he would have to bend his knees and help me get himself back up after he was fully immersed.  He nodded and licked his dry lips like he was nervous. As it turns out, there was good reason for both of us to be nervous.

I wore fishing waders underneath my snow white Baptismal robe.  David was dressed in a blue shirt and “overhauls”—4XL.  He folded his hands together at the surface of the water, ready to clasp his nose as I tipped him back for a full dunking.  I put my right hand in the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades and raised my left hand, palm facing out toward the congregation, and began to recite the familiar incantation: “David, upon your profession of faith and in obedience to the commands of our Lord and Savior, I now baptize my brother in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.”

Baptism1-600x340His hands went to his face and clinched his nose as water ran down his elbows.  He bent his knees and began to lean back.  I spread my feet and prepared for his weight in my strong right hand, but it wasn’t strong enough even with the help of the buoyancy of water.  When he passed some sort of geometric tipping point, he went down into the water like a sack of stones.  There was nothing I could do but get out of his way.

As he went under, fear set in and David’s hands left his face.  He began flailing for something to grab to save himself from going to the bottom.  Not once or twice, but at least three times he groped and grabbed at me, the curtains—anything—while his bare feet tried to get purchase on the slick concrete floor.

Heads in the choir turned with furrowed brows of concern upon hearing the thrashing just feet away.  One later said to me that he couldn’t tell if I was trying to help or kill him.  Their eyes got large as offering plates when David’s ham hock of a hand landed on and tightly gripped the only thing standing between them and Noah’s flood.  He had grabbed the glass with his right hand and my robe with his left and was trying to right himself, spitting and spewing water out of flared nostrils like a surfacing beluga whale.

I went low and dead-lifted with all my might so as to take pressure off the glass and thus save the lives of men and women in the choir that tithed regularly.  Somehow, some way with the strength of Samson, I lifted David and saved the flood. As he stood and wiped the water from his eyes, tsunami waves slapped from one end of the tank to the other, the choir released a collective sigh and someone muttered, I think it was Otis Whittington, “That was as close to dying in church service as I have ever come.”

David climbed out with effort.  He was winded.  I was too. After we dried off he confided in me that the reason he wanted to be baptized in our church was because he thought I was the only preacher in the county who was large enough and strong enough to handle him. Then he said something that I have never forgotten. Layered with meaning he said, “Pastor, everything was going great until you let me down.”

It happens.

About Joe Chambers

I am the beloved of the Most High God. I am an avid reader and writer and have been a continuous learner since my college studies in Ancient Literature and English. I live at the base of Mount Princeton in the Colorado Rockies with my wife of over three decades. I believe I have been put here to tell people that God is not mad at them and to show them the way Home. I am the father of three sons, three beautiful daughters-in-law and four grandchildren. I love to read, tell stories, and spend time in the wilderness.
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6 Responses to When Your Pastor Lets You Down

  1. Robbie Boyd says:

    That is awesome! Remind to tell you one of my baptism stories one of these days


  2. dmrsd says:

    I was a member there and remember Otis well, but can’t recall David’s epic baptism. Your stern look in the second picture of your email is the same as it was 30 years ago! And you banged on the pulpit many times back in the day as well! The Lord convicted me of my sin and need of a Savior through you, so it’s all good! Blessings this day to you and sweet Lynette.

    • Joe Chambers says:

      Honestly, I’m not completely sure “David” was his name. It has a been few years! Thanks for reading and commenting. I will give Lynette your regards.


  3. Bill Green says:

    Sure enjoy the information you send out. Hope to see you in July.

  4. Bruce Colbert says:

    I remember that like it was yesterday. Yes it was Otis who said that. I was leading the music then, I wasn’t sure either one of You would survive, but then again knew that God who had brought Noah through the flood would do the same for You. That is actually a great trip down memory lane.

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