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Buried with Jesus – Easter
Easter Sunday brings out the best and worst in pastors. Come Monday morning, I often find pastors sharing their "numbers" like their comparing score cards at end of 18 holes. Through blogs, emails, and online networks, pastors throw out attendance at services, the numbers of people who watched on line, reported"conversions", spontaneous baptisms, are shared like men trying to one up one's another's scars. I don't know how many people attended our Sunday gatherings. We didn't "broadcast" live to anyone. And I don't think anyone had a "come to Jesus moment" or, if they did, they didn't tell me. I do know that we baptized eight people...I think. But. no offense the other seven, there was only ONE that really moved me--my second son. Landen James Ford has wanted to get wet with Jesus for over two years, ever since he saw his older brother get buried in Lake Stevens. [...]