I was baptized by immersion at age 11 in a large tank behind the platform of Calvary Temple, Winnipeg. I agreed to this partly due to parental pressure and partly because I knew Jesus commanded His followers to be baptized. First, I had to attend a few catechetical classes. I was the only child present among a dozen adults. The lessons were far too abstract and jargonized for my youthful mind. The teacher talked about justification, sanctification, and propitation, which amounted to so much excruciation for my puzzled and bored mind. I was also told that I needed to be "circumcised in spirit," which might have been fine if I knew what physical circumcision was! Then when Sunday night came, I was horrified to learn that I'd be expected to give my personal faith testimony before the 1,500 gathered to witness our baptisms. Each of the dozen adults gave a rather mechanical testimony, but when I waded out to the pastor, I felt humiliated when he asked, "Donny, would you like to testify to what the Lord Jesus has done in your life?" Terrified, I nodded my head negatively, and imagined the congregations groaning their disapproval. The pastor then asked me a serious of questions requiring a yes or no answer, At that point, I felt so embarrased that I just wanted to get it over with.
But after Pastor Barber immersed me and I rose out of the water, I unexpectedly had a vision of Jesus in the corner of the tank. He smiled at me, radiating love and understanding of my predicament. I like to think he found it amusing that a future motor mouth like me would be the only baptizand who was tongue-tied, That visionary encounter transformed a dreaded experience into one of the most sacred and cherished moments of my life. Years later, I learned that, in the NT church. baptism and our reception of the Holy Spirit were closely connected and the reception of the Spirit was expected to be a sacred experience and not just a duty to be performed.