But imagine a new creature, something–someone–born from another realm, with different desires, different needs. Someone who feeds on different food, breathes different air, and drinks from an entirely different fountain. Imagine that the change is wrought inside-out, so that the outer appearance is unchanged, but the spiritual body chemistry is other-worldly. What if we could be redeemed versions of the pod people from Invasion of the Body Snatchers?
It’s worthy meditation for church planters: what if newness of life actually meant a life of another kind? But that would be too weird, right?
This article on baptism originally appeared here, and is used by permission.
