Never Too Late
It’s Never Too Late
Do you have a pet peeve?
Maybe it’s one of these:
- Hearing other people talk on their cellphones in a restaurant.
- The smacking sound of someone chewing their gum loudly.
- The person in front of you at the theater who talks during the movie.
My big pet peeve is being late.
Is there anyone out there who likes to show up late?
Maybe a celebrity or two, but that’s not me, and I can’t imagine that’s you either.
I’m a stickler for being on time.
This started quite awhile ago – all the way back to when I was a television reporter.
Unfortunately, we showed up late a few times to a big story.
Don’t get me wrong, we’d lug in our camera equipment and microphone as quietly as we could, but people would still notice.
It just felt so disrespectful even though we couldn’t help it at times.
These days, if my husband and I have to go somewhere downtown, I insist on leaving an hour ahead of time. You never know if there might be traffic jams, construction, and who knows what!
And, sometimes, he lets me win that battle. 🙂
Why Wait?
Speaking of late, while we’re alive and breathing, it’s never too late to put our trust in Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior.
What baffles me though, is why anyone would want to wait?
What’s holding them back?
As Christians, we are heartbroken for people like that.
Life is fleeting and precious. None of us ever know what every minute of the next day will bring.
Redeemed
If you’ve ever read my testimony (you can find it here), then you know that my family was in a tragic accident many years ago. My husband and I survived, but our nine-year-old niece tragically died.
I was the second worst injured in the accident.
Facing my eternity hit me like a brick wall.
I didn’t want to go to hell.
After becoming a Christian, I realized that trying to be good wasn’t what it was all about.
The first thing I wanted to do when I got that cumbersome brace off my broken leg was to be baptized. I’d given my life over to Christ the week before the accident, and participating in Believer’s Baptism was meaningful to me.
Personal Unforgettable Joy
After three months of walking with a heavy boot plus screws and a plate in my ankle, I was ready to get rid of those “shackles.”
In September of 1997, wearing a white flowing robe, I entered the baptismal, and the Pastor baptized me in front of the whole church.
To this day, I get chills thinking about it.
There was nothing quite like it – Joy and Release all bundled up into one.
I am so grateful that I didn’t wait.
Baptism In Christ
As Christians, we know that Believer’s Baptism is not what saves us. We have to recognize that we are sinners who must repent and are in desperate need of the mercy of God. Our “niceness” and “working it” aren’t what get us to Heaven.
It took me awhile to understand that, but as I grew in my faith, I realized just how beautiful God’s grace is. That is why I am so desperate to share this with the world.
Grace alone
through Faith alone
8 For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, 9 not a result of works, so that no one may boast. 10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them. – Ephesians 2:8-10 (ESV).
Keep Your Eye On The Prize
Christians face a lot of criticism and ridicule from those in the world who don’t understand what saving grace is all about.
Late night pundits, daytime talk show hosts, you know who I’m talking about.
These faith mockers need our prayers.
Please don’t put off your salvation in Christ Jesus.
It won’t give you your best life now. The “best life now” catchphrase sounds good, but it’s a myth.
Trusting in Christ alone assures you an eternity in Heaven where you will never be happier.
There’s no sweeter love song than the one from God, through His Son, Jesus Christ, to His people.
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*Scripture quotation is from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version®, copyright © 2016 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
