We have a guy that attends our Mesa campus who has a tattoo shop. His arms are covered with tattoo “sleeves” and he looks like he’s in his late thirties. He’s quiet but immediately likeable. He’s a guy that you assume has quite a story behind him.
His name is Bobby. But nobody calls him that.
He is lovingly called “Bobby the Baptist” because he can usually be seen a few times a month baptizing someone in one of our services. It isn’t uncommon to hear him say something like: “I was recently giving _________ a tattoo and we started talking about Jesus.” Shortly after they usually end up in the water with him.
Bobby was one of the people to play Jesus in our Easter services.
I experienced a powerful moment when I saw Bobby hanging on the cross, strobe lights pounding the stage, music building in intensity, tattoo sleeved arms sprawled out to the posts of the cross. It was a beautiful picture of a disciple demonstrating Luke 9:23 – denying himself, taking up his cross, and following Jesus.
Obviously, I doubt we’ll ever experience crucifixion ourselves because of our faith. But as I watched Bobby the Baptist literally following in the footsteps of Christ I was overwhelmed with the hope for the Church. This is what it’s all about.
Sinners being redeemed by the blood of the cross. I’m thankful for Bobby and his story of hope.
And I’m thankful that I follow a God that bled for me. And that is a God I’ll choose to follow. Happy Easter!