I didn't mention that Mrs. Scoutmaster's grandfather, the missionary, translated the entire King James Bible into two different written African dialects /languages and opened God's Written Word to the speakers of those dialects.
We have decades-old copies of both Bibles on our mantle.
I was originally baptized by sprinkling as an infant. During his few remaining weeks, MSM's grandfather baptized me by dunking, using considerable assistance.
You could tell, and I mean you could truly tell, that he had done this tens of thousands of times.
In retrospect, I wish he had baptized me in a pond, lake, or river. The Good Lord knows the man spent more than six decades baptizing in ponds, lakes, and rivers.
I am impressed! I will add that GiL knew exactly how the rite of baptism should be administered and he was not going to allow you to “skate!”
Bless his heart and soul, but I know he is among Good Company, now!
I hope this isn’t the only place these stories have been told!