Who Ya Gonna Call?

This past Sunday we celebrated a baptism at our church.  We usually have a large baptism service at a lake in the summer, but we have a portable baptismal at our church for people who decide they want to be baptized at other times of the year.  Saturday night Brad and I had visited some friends in the hospital, then he took me home to get all the girls to bed and he went back into the church to fill the baptismal....so it would be ready (and warm) for Sunday morning.  Well, he met a bit of a challenge.  He got there about 10pm....couldn't find the hose that works for it.  Our church has some construction happening right now, so he thought it had been moved somewhere due to the construction.  Eventually, he had to go buy a new hose.  He decided to get several in case one didn't work or have the correct nozzle.  Then, he got back to the church...got it all hooked up and turned on the water and the hose was not a correct fit even though it seemed to be....so water was spraying everywhere in the sanctuary.  He then had to clean up his mess and continue to fill the baptismal....we were texting back and forth joking about all the hose issues...hoseA and hoseB and....hoseA can I see you by the dawn's early light?....we're weird....especially that late. What he thought would be a simple process took from 10pm - 2am....craziness!

That got me thinking of another funny baptism story....well, kind-of.  Did you ever tell ghost stories with your cousins?  That was something I always did with mine when we all got together.  Anyway, one time our girls were together with their cousins and one of the cousins was really into telling them stories about "the ghost of Michigan".  This particular time it went something like this...."One time there was a man being baptized and the pastor put him into the water and started talking to the congregation about the man.  Well, the pastor talked sooooo long that he forgot the man was under the water and the man died....now the ghost of the man walks around this church."  Pretty creative! :P I actually love that story.... however, Kassi, has such a vivid imagination....it was so real to her for a long time.  Bad dreams....and bad daydreams....then she thought the ghost of Michigan followed us home from church one Sunday and was living in our attic....every little noise was that ghost.  We needed an intervention.  Finally, Great-grandma Phillips decided to help us....she came by our house one day with a telegram for Kassi.  It was from the Ghost of Michigan telling her he had moved up north somewhere.  I don't know how that worked, but somehow Kassi was satisfied with that.... and extremely happy to have received a letter from the ghost :)