We had no fonts so we baptised in either swimming pools, bath houses, ponds, lakes or rivers. This one was a swimming pool baptism in Minsk, Elder Ericson, 'little' Sergei, Elder Griffiths in 1993. After laying on of hands at the pool side I could see the spirit like a fire in his eyes. I asked him how he felt, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak. I told him he was feeling the gift of the holy ghost. After a minute he said 'now I know why I needed to be baptised again' (he had been previously baptised in another church and couldn't understand being rebaptised even though we had explained it to him.)
