The sun lit the mid-day Sunday sky with bright rays. Mingled scents of wet dirt, burning trash, and sugar cane greeted us as we approached the fields. Water rushed through the man-made ditch to the field, leaving a spot just deep enough for Baptism. Holding a Jaja’s hand as we walked, we smiled at those eagerly gathering around the designated spot. The red African dirt coated the feet of the church members looking down on the girls lined up to be baptized in the moving water below. In those moments, drums and native songs accompanied the joy of those present better than any pristine chapel could have tried to provide. Pushing through to crouch in the reeds near the water to capture photos, I found it hard to contain my excitement about being at my first Ugandan baptism. Watching earnestly as the young women I talk to and work with every day make the boldest profession of their lives. In position, camera in hand, I could see the girl's smiles radiating through any fear of water they had momentarily held half an hour prior to arriving. Their journey in the back of the cattle truck helped blow confidence into them as they shouted their intentions of baptism to people along the road. As each girl answered a resounding "YES" to the question, “Do you know Jesus Christ to be your savior,” shouts of encouragement came from those who had been in the same spot six months prior. Coming out of the water, dripping with water and joy, the girls joined the shouting. With no towel or change of clothes, the girls danced and celebrated the proclamation of their new faith. Oh, how the heart yearns to visit that Ugandan Baptismal again.