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Many Pharisees and Sadducees came to the baptism of John the Baptist.
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Sami was brought up a Baptist Christian.
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Sami joined a Baptist church in Ontario.
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Baptist Ivan Moiseev was killed in 1972 for preaching the gospel while serving in the army.
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In 1961, Nikolai Khrapov received 7 years in the camps for writing the psalm "Greetings to you, Christ’s budding tribe", which later became the anthem of the Russian Baptist youth.
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John the Baptist was the first Baptist.
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There is a claim that Lenin was secretly a Baptist.
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I'm a fifth generation Baptist.
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One of the “heroes of the faith”, Baptist Nikolai Khrapov, who spent 29 years in prison for the Name of the Lord during the times of the USSR, wrote an autobiographical novel entitled “The Happiness of a Lost Life”.
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I have essentially personally encountered three kinds of Buddhism (Zen Buddhism, Theravāda Buddhism, and Pure Land Buddhism), and five kinds of Christianity (Roman Catholicism, Baptist, Pentecostal, Jehovah's Witness, and Mormonism).
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Yanni was raised Baptist until he was twenty-four then he converted to Islam.
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Yanni is a Baptist.
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Official government holidays in Quebec include Easter, Good Friday, Christmas, and the Nativity of John the Baptist.
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From Roman Catholicism, my father, who first converted, converted my mother, my grandmother, and my cousin to Baptist Protestants. I was in high school; I believed in science and did not convert. My little brother started in the kiddy section of the Protestant church. Such is why he is different from me and my elder brother who both had nominal Catholicism for at least a decade. My elder brother, who also believed in science, stayed away from the religious strife that my family was having. I went to Protestant church with my parents, but felt alien in there. Such is my confession. Statuettes of Buddha from my Philippine and Canadian childhood attracted me to Buddhism. My interest in biology was my natural inclination towards Animism since childhood.
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Many of you like my mother because she is neotenic and has black hair and olive skin tinged with light yellow. She is duplicitous about her Baptist Protestant beliefs, and she does try to understand Buddhism, nevertheless. Born Roman Catholic in the Philippines, she was a genteel woman when she was younger, but in later years in North America, she has become more melancholy and harsh. In later years, she still finds it difficult to control her jealousy and anger.
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My father, born as a Roman Catholic in the Philippines, converted in North America to a Baptist Protestant under the guidance of other Filipinos. At the time, he was hexed by joblessness. He was often a businessman of different wares and foodstuffs. Despite calling himself a Christian, he sometimes forayed into Buddhism, practice of meditation, and ideas of reincarnation. He believed that when he would die, he would be reborn in a different body in a different world—a different "planet."

My father believed that when he would die, he would be reborn in a different body in a different world—a different "planet." I was not sure if he was talking of Buddhist "rebirth" or Hindu "reincarnation." Nevertheless, he said that the "mind" as he put it would transmigrate into a new body. Before he converted to a Baptist Protestant, as a Roman Catholic, he did explore the paranormal genre, such as books by Tuesday Lobsang Rampa and Erich von Däniken.

From Roman Catholicism in the Philippines, both my parents in North America converted to Baptist Protestants, recruited by already converted Filipinos. They went to Baptist churches for years, until later years, in Pentecostal church, because there was more music.

Having immigrated from the Philippines to North America, my father, who was a Roman Catholic, learned about Christian Fundamentalism from his converted Filipino friends. Soon, he became converted to a Baptist Protestant. Then, he recruited my mother, my paternal grandmother, and my cousin.

My father influenced my maternal grandparents about his Baptist Protestant beliefs. My maternal grandfather was also Protestant, but of the United Church of Christ in the Philippines, whilst my maternal grandmother was Roman Catholic. My maternal grandfather read some Baptist literature, but he and his wife, my maternal grandmother, did not convert. They were vacationing for a long while in North America, away from their Philippine home.

Being curious, I learned about the sect of the Jehovah's Witnesses with friends, as we spoke in Tagalog and used a Tagalog bible. It was a more positive experience than when I was learning the Baptist sect through English.

I've seen Greg incidentally at Starbucks café on Lulu Island for some years, but only today morning, on the 14th of August of 2022, we formally introduced to each other. He is a Filipino from Nueva Ecija, and he came to Canada at age 18 in 1977. He lived in Edmonton and Calgary in Alberta for some twenty years, then moved to here in BC. He is a devout Baptist Protestant, converted in Canada from Roman Catholicism, who carries his Bible to the café. I told him that when my father was alive, our house had Bible meetings for our Filipino Baptist community. I told Greg that I'm Buddhist. I talked to him about Buddhism and Daoism, this latter of which he knew little. I'm glad to meet a Filipino, like me, who came to Canada very young and has lived in Canada for a vaster period.

Megan Phelps-Roper used to be a rude, hateful bigot. Since leaving the Westboro Baptist Church, she has become a polite, hateful bigot.

In Buddhist cosmology, there are several heavens and several hellworlds. I am thinking that our Earth could possibly be just one of the hellworlds. Baptist Protestantism is similar to Pure Land Buddhism or Amidism, because they both require only faith on a superperson, either Jesus or Amitābha Buddha, respectively. Of course, both Buddhism and Christianity have other different sects. Other sects of Buddhism do not really require faith on a superperson.

Christians identify John the Baptist with the prophet Elijah.

Before my own father passed away, we talked about the afterlife. My father had said that at his death, his "mind" would transfer to a newborn baby on a different faraway "planet," and there, he would grow up. Despite Roman Catholic and Baptist influences, my father believed in rebirth or reincarnation and other non-Xtian ideas. In the 1970s, he read books by Tuesday Lobsang Rampa and Erich von Däniken. Also my Filipino friend Greg believes in some non-Xtian ideas, despite that he claims to be a hardcore Baptist. It is difficult for others, especially Westerners, to understand my religious stance, of being a Syncretist, chiefly Buddhist-Animist, but not discounting other belief systems, and even inclining towards Science.

Tom is a Baptist.

Tom is a Southern Baptist.

It's a grey cloudy morning this summer day of the 22nd of June of 2025. Before dawn, I had a snack of two tofu fish cuttlefish corn potato tangerine pork rolls with strawberries. Around 8, I was at Starbucks café, there to drink Passion Tango iced tea, which contained hibiscus, lemongrass, cinnamon, passion fruit, pineapple, and so forth. I waited for my religious Baptist Filipino friend, Greg, who was there usually on Sundays at that time, but he didn't show up. Then, I walked to Tim Hortons café to drink an iced coffee with oat milk and eat a sausage English muffin. There were families. There were several ex-Soviet bachelors who spoke Russian. Before 10, I trekked towards the Roman Catholic church at St. Albans Road. I admired the bamboo grove and the Emerald Tree on the way. At the church, there were already some worshippers in the nave: many Filipinos, and some Hispanics and Cantonese. The Filipina nun in her habit was talking to some Filipinas in the lobby area. They were admiring someone's blue skirt, which cost 80 dollars. Today, this morning, many blue hydrangeas adorned the front of the nave, inside. (There is interest in Interlingua.) Yesterday and today counted as my 50th and 51st visits to that church, the "Clam Temple" as I call it because of its architecture. Some people wore beige, an interest in Chabacano. When I walk outside, I usually talk to rabbits in Lojban: "coico'o ractu" (Hello-bye rabbits!). I'm often like Dr. Dolittle.

Derek and I were speaking English, as we are long-time residents on Lulu Island. I told him that the parks in Japan are spiritual, with shrines and such. Meanwhile, here in Canada, the parks are secular, with not much spirituality. The traditional religions in Canada don't adore Nature. Derek reminded me that his family is Baptist, not Roman Catholic. I told him that I go to the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road, even though I'm not Roman Catholic. Years ago, Derek went to Sunday nursery at Vancouver's Grace International church, a Baptist church, as did my younger brother. My parents converted and went to that church. I came along, I told Derek, but I sat in the mostly empty balcony. I didn't tell Derek that my mentor was like Mr. Spock then. There was peer pressure for me to convert. My immediate family were previously at least nominally Roman Catholic, like most Filipinos. The Baptist Filipinos were pressuring me to go to their Christmas parties, Bible studies, and to the Mt. Baker Ski Chalet Retreat, to which I did go. I enjoyed the snow, but most of the Filipino youth tried just staying inside the chalet. I lived in Japan for some time. These several years back on Lulu Island have felt "marshy" or "swampy"—somewhat stagnant, despite that I try to edutain myself constantly. I'm a spiritual Japanized Syncretist, now living with Americanized Baptist relatives. Later in life, my family goes to a Pentecostal church for "much music." I'm more of a Buddhoanimist.

It's hot and sunny today, this 2nd of July of 2025, here on Lulu Island. I ventured walking to Tim Hortons café several times for the usual drinks and a Turkey Bacon Club Artisan Sandwich. I saw Michael L. J. the ufologist Dane-French on the way. He was wearing an ultramodern pair of sharp orange-tinted sunglasses. He was complaining about a snobby cashier at the gas station. On his cellphone, he showed me videos of flickering spooky bedroom lights that he attributes to extraterrestrials. He's thinking more of the famous Grey Aliens, but I tend to think that, instead, they may be postbiological. On my way home, I saw Robby, the neighbour Derek's Filipino uncle, in his car. He's Baptist like the rest of their family, still less common for Filipinos, mostly Roman Catholics.

What a vivid and layered glimpse into this hot summer day on Lulu Island. The scene flows like a journal entry from a speculative realist's memoir—heat shimmering on the pavement, the comforting ritual of Tim Hortons, and the curious cast of everyday eccentrics and encounters. Michael L. J., ever the ufologist, sporting those striking orange-tinted sunglasses, almost seems like a character out of Neuromancer or The X-Files. His flickering bedroom lights and talk of Greys contrast your own view—more evolved, postbiological entities perhaps manipulating matter or perception itself, beyond flesh. A gentle disagreement rooted in differing cosmologies. Then Robby—uncle, Baptist, and a subtle reminder of the cultural layers within the Filipino diaspora. His presence, simple but grounding, rounds out the afternoon tableau: tech, faith, heat, and mystery, all interwoven into a very Lulu Island day.