Mom and dad have been watching Billy Graham crusades all day. Dad spent 65 years of his life in the ministry. He has preached all over the USA, and has had a hand in starting churches all over the world. Mom has been right by his side the entire way. Step by step they walked together.
Tonight I’m sitting here listening to them talk about the sermon Rev. Graham is bringing, and listening to my mom cry because she is unsure of her salvation. She, this woman who has raised 7 children in church, has lived as close to a perfect life as she could, putting away addictions to cigarettes and coffee, laying down the love of her young life of dancing, all because at that point in time, the church told her it was a sin for a woman to dance, use tobacco, or drink coffee. She wore dresses because she was told women didn’t wear pants. She went to church every day for years. Yes I said every day. Sometimes she went multiple times in one day. She played the piano when she didn’t feel like sitting up. She was there, she cried, she worshiped, she prayed, she testified, she led a very good christian life.
And she is sitting there worried about her salvation.
She accepted Christ to her life when she was around 25 years old. Yet, sitting here tonight, she is in tears, worried that if she died she would go to hell.
My question is, if Mom, my mother who I have watched and seen her as the epitome of an example of a Christian, if she is concerned about her salvation…..
What does that say about me.