My uncle told me this tale more than 70 years ago: in days gone by, it was common practice for the country churches to hold their baptizing outside the church. They used ponds, creeks, lakes, rivers, or whatever was convenient. It also was the practice to dip their new believers more than once.
One afternoon, a lady who had come forward, confessed her sins and asked to be baptized during the revival week. It was decided that she will be baptized that day. She was led out into the waist-deep water of a creek. The preacher asked her, “Do you believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of the living God?”
She replied, “Yes, I believe that.”
The preacher dipped again and said, “Do you still believe?”
She said, “Yes, I believe it.”
After dipping her the third time, the preacher said to her, “Tell this fine congregation what you believe.”
She said, “I believe that if someone doesn’t rescue me, this preacher is going to drown me.”