Salvation is often portrayed as a train getting
ready to leave the station. Climb aboard
now for this opportunity may never come again.
Act now and you will be able to recall the exact moment that you left the
station. That is how salvation is often
portrayed, but that’s not my experience.
My salvation was more like standing on planet earth unaware of movement
while the ground that I stood on was revolving at 900 miles per hour. My salvation was an evolutionary process
characterized by moments of despair alternating with moments of near ecstasy;
of moments feeling alienated from God with moments feeling his best friend. In a recent blog I characterized it as a
process whereby I was granted permission to be truly free. Life ceased to be a burden and
became an opportunity to serve the Lord. There is no unease in my salvation, no fear
of ejection. The Eternal sustains my
soul on solid ground with such force that it will carry me through anything
even if I am personally unaware—as in the dementia of old age. I did not claim God, he claimed me—and that
is the source of my security.
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