I was baptized in my early 20’s by the guy that was our (Baptist) pastor at the time. When the church was considering calling this guy to be pastor, my wife was the only one who voted against it (I wasn’t yet a voting member, having not yet been baptized), because as my wife said “Something is very wrong with this man”. When my wife says something like that, it’s good to listen.
Well, a few months after he baptized me a church secretary went into this pastor’s off-limits “prayer room”, which was formerly a large utility closet. She discovered that his “prayer room” was something else entirely, being papered from stem to stern with porn.
After he was forced out in disgrace I considered being re-baptized, but then realized that the person doing the baptism isn’t what matters.
Agreed. An excellent insight.