I grew up believing that John's Baptism along the Jordan River was no different than Christian Baptism. In fact, I can still vividly remember the baptismal up at the front of our relatively large church in Midland Texas. I remember watching people get dunked up there. The front wall was partially made of glass. The pastor would stand there in the water with the person getting baptized. They would speak into the microphone and tell us all how they had put faith in Jesus, and the pastor would dunk them in the water, saying, "I baptize you, my brother/sister, in the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Buried with Christ in death, raised to walk in newness of life." No doubt, drawing upon Matthew 28 and Romans 6. I remember being taught that since Jesus was baptized, we, too, should be baptized. "If it was good enough for Jesus, it is good enough for me." That sort of mentality was usually the persuading argument. But I didn't need to be persuaded. I wanted to be baptized. In fact, I became a Christian at three years old, just a few months before my fourth birthday. I was ready to be baptized, but my pastor didn't think I was old enough to understand the decision I had made. Retrospectively, I can appreciate his caution. I was eventually baptized about 7 or 8 years old. But it would be another thirty years before I would consider that there was more than one kind of baptism represented in the Bible.