That was the question I asked my Dad this morning at our breakfast conference. I say conference because we have been having these kind of conversations ever since I came to stay with them during my sabbatical. I don’t want to seem ungrateful at any level. I am enjoying immensely these daily talks.
“When were you saved?” I asked.
This simple question, and one which is often asked between Christian people, sparked a lively discussion concerning salvation, what it means, how it is expressed, and the significance all that has in this world. My father and I traded profound Biblical positions intertwined with our own brand of witticism. I am sure that anyone who knows us knows how serious, fun and rude that could be at the same time.
Needless to say, Grandma had to stop us from taking the whole morning on the subject we broached with that simple question.
For me, it was in the summer of 1976 at about 3 am. I was talking with my friend, Tom Jackson, when he asked me “What is keeping you from asking Jesus into your life?” After saying yes to Christ, My life has never been the same and I know that I am saved by His most wonderful grace to me.
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