The Toughest Question

The toughest question I was ever asked, was by an elder in the church before I became a Christian. He asked me, “Have you thought about your soul?”:

I was 15 years old at the time, and I had never been asked that question. For some time, my grandmother had been urging me to obey the gospel. After pondering this question in light of Scripture, I came to the conclusion that my soul was indeed in great jeopardy of being eternally lost.

I quickly decided that my soul was far more important than anything else I could imagine. There was no rational reason whatsoever to delay my obeying the Lord in baptism any longer, and thus I was baptized on January 1, 1960.

I’ve never regretted the decision.

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My Father, Gone But Not Forgotten

I lost my dad to cancer back in ’89. He was 75. He was the best of common men. No extraordinary awards. No accolades. Just a really good man who worked hard and loved his God and family. He was an elder, a peacemaker, and a kind soul.

He cried when he laughed. I’m smiling and crying right now so I guess it’s time to stop. I thank God for my wonderful daddy.

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Something I Heard That Made Me Stop

After our Bible class last evening, I heard one of our elders state during the invitation, “There are no Sunday only Christians – we must be Christians every day of the week.” It’s very true. Some members come to church on Sunday morning, offer their worship to God, live like the devil the rest of the week, and then come to worship the next Sunday to appease their conscience. True Christianity doesn’t work that way. It’s either all or nothing (Matthew 6:24).

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