I signed up for a blog challenge because it seems like one of those things that bloggers are supposed to do. I thought it would be good to interact with other bloggers. This is the first of 4 weekly posts that will be part of that.
I am uncomfortable with the word “saved.” I’m a Presbyterian. We don’t save people very often. When people ask “when were you saved?” we make jokes about being saved before time began, when God predestined us to be saved. “Saved” is one of those words that can start an entire semantics debate among Christians.
I do believe that God offers Jesus as a means to save people, but I don’t believe that we always know who is “saved” and who isn’t. It’s not up to us. God makes a way for mankind to be saved. I don’t fully understand how it works or who is eligible for the saving. I could never believe in a God so simple as to be completely understood by me.
That said, I chose to follow Jesus at a young age because God let me. I remember watching a puppet show– Gospel Bill. The show must have had a prayer of salvation in it because I remember praying it with a puppet and then praying my own memory of that prayer every night for a really long time. And then I remember one night, wave after wave of joy shot through me as I lay in bed trying to sleep: I felt saved. I didn’t really understand what that meant.
Does that even make sense? Can a five or six year old recognize the Holy Spirit working on her? Was it the conversations initiated by my aunt? Was it my older brother’s insistence that we go to church even if Mom didn’t want to take us? I don’t really know.
I don’t remember life before being a Christian. I’ve always been in love with Jesus. On that day when I was five or six and prayed one last time for Jesus to live in me, I think it was more a sudden acceptance that I didn’t have to pray the perfect prayer in order to make this saved thing work. It’s not like Jesus was a vampire and I had to invite him in, in order for him to enter my life. And I wouldn’t be able to make him leave by rescinding the invitation. God was there all along and nothing I did, right or wrong, would change that.
Coincidentally, a draft of this message was last saved at 10:58 p.m. It’s been saved multiple times during this post. 😉 Maybe we’re all drafts being saved until we get to the final published post at the end.