A very sweet family that I have just met is leaving our beautiful little town and moving back home, so I am sad. But I am also thankful that I met them and had an opportunity to love them.
I don't always understand what God's plan is, and since I can't see where He is leading me, I have to exercise my faith. I have to trust that the reasons why my new friends are moving home are more important than the selfish reasons I would like them to stay.
Last night, I shared my testimony with our youth. They were very respectful and didn't fall asleep, (LOL!) so I am thankful for that. I am also thankful that I was able to get through the whole thing without "burning and crashing" like I envisioned I would.
I am thankful for all the teens in our youth group, they showed a lot of love to one of our younger girls last night which made me proud to be back there with them.
However, mostly today I am thankful for my mom. My mom is the person who helped the most and probably the only reason why I am saved today. I shared last night how I came to know Jesus.
I was "baptized" at only 8 years old, because I didn't want to go to hell. I was raised in a Baptist church and at eight, I could understand the consequences of not being baptized and that was "H. E. double hockey sticks"! YIKES! I was so young that our pastor thought he should come to our house and council with my parents and me. When he came to our house and asked me questions about being baptized, I gave all the correct "churchy" answers and my parents and he agreed I should be baptized.
I got baptized in a blue dress with blue flowers when I was eight years old.
I was sooo relieved, I had my "Get Out of Hell Free" card, whew! so I was safe. . . right? Well, that's what I thought until I was about 16 years old, and my mom and dad were part of "E.E." which stands for Evangelism Explosion. This was a movement that was very popular in the late seventies and early eighties, at least where I grew up. The goal of this program, was to go door-to-door and witness to strangers in their living room. (eww, right?) At least, at 16 that's what I thought. I would be terrified to witness to someone about Jesus. Part of my mom's training in this program was that she had to memorize A LOT of Bible verses and an entire script for witnessing to a stranger.
I helped her memorize the verses about ". . . the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord" (Romans 6:23) and "For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23). But then my mom had to have me "pretend" to be a lost person so she could practice the script of this witnessing program. AND . . . well, during this part is when I realized I WAS a lost person.
What are your plans for your life? How are they working out for you?
The part of this whole program that really got my attention was this:
TRANSFER YOUR TRUST
Huh? Yeah, the part about becoming a Christian that struck me at 16 years old, was not getting to skip going to hell, was not living life to the fullest, it was the transferring of my trust. This scared me! I hadn't transferred anything at eight years old. I just didn't want to go to the awfulness of hell.
Transferring your trust, means you have to stop relying on yourself and all the holy or good things you do to get yourself into heaven. When you are face to face with God and He asks you "Why should I let you into my heaven?" What are you going to say, for real?
When my mom got to this part of the script, and I was having to "pretend" to be a lost person, was when I realized I was one. This is what made me run for the comfort of my room and hide out doing homework when my mom wanted to practice her script. THIS one thing, transfer your trust, scared the "H.E. double hockey sticks" out of me.
I WAS trusting in my "churchy" things to get me into heaven, like getting baptized, and reading the Bible, and going to church and trying to be good all the time. I thought that's what I was supposed to do. . . I hadn't transferred my trust at all.
You have to stop believing that you are good enough or will ever be good enough to get into heaven and start believing that the only way is through Jesus. The only thing any of us are going to be able to say when we get to heaven and they ask us, "Who are you?" or "Why should we let you in?" is:
"I'm with Jesus."
When they look on that VIP list, that Jesus has left at the front gate is YOUR name going to be on it?
Do YOU know Jesus well enough that He will write your name on that VIP list?
If not, you should click here and see if it will help you. Or read your Bible and see just how much God loves you. If you took that step of faith to become a Christian, are you working on getting to know Jesus well enough so that He will recognize you? If you don't ever talk to Him, how is He going to know you, to put your name on the special list?
I am thankful today for my Mom for making me practice her script, so that the Holy Spirit could move through me and convict me of my sins even when I thought I was already saved. But most of all I am thankful that Jesus died for me because He loves me so much. Now I have the greatest gift and the best life ever. . .like Christmas every single day!