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Topic: Christian Baptism (10/18/07)
- TITLE: Am I Saved or Am I Not Saved?
By Amber Sa
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“Sure, you can think of it that way, but if you truly believe and have accepted Jesus as your Lord and Savior,” he stressed on the words truly, lord, and savior, “then isn’t it a good way of witnessing?”
“Bah,” I waved my hand, “who doesn’t know that I’m a Christian? I’ve grew up in church John, I’ve been through all, you name it, I’ve been there.”
“I’m not trying to question your faith,” he sat closer to the edge of his chair, “I’m just trying to tell you that you should get baptized if you do believe in Jesus.” He seemed almost pleading with me.
I knew that this same old conversation would come up when the announcement came that there will be a baptism in two months and invited people to join the baptismal class. Twice every year, and twice every year my father, my mother, my brother, my sister, my fellowship, and my girlfriend would all take their turn to nag me, “when is it your turn?” It has become such an annoyance that I’m just completely turned off when they hint at this topic. The more they push, the more I want to delay this.
“I know what I believe. I’m just not ready yet. It’s between me and God and I will deal with it. Why can’t you all leave me alone?”
“I’m just caring for you, my friend.” He lowered himself even more at the edge of his seat, rested his elbows on his knees and looked up at me, “It is such a privilege that we can have these opportunities. Some people may only have one, and there are people who don’t even get a chance to hear the gospel and be saved. If you believe in Him, then just do it. Otherwise, it’s just like dating someone for years and don’t decide to get married.”
“Now you sound like my girlfriend.” I laughed with my head back, stood up, “I get what you mean and I will. I assure you I will eventually. Just when I’m ready, and not because people tell me to.”
I tried desperately to end the conversation with him and went to my way home. In my mind, I knew that I would have to do this all over again when dinner time comes, because they know that I couldn’t get away for another lecture for baptism. But things don’t always happen as you thought. I end up missing the lecture that night. The last thing I saw was a long loud honk and a blinding bright light.
“Isn’t it just a formality?” I questioned in my seat at his memorial remembering our last conversation. Staring at his family and all his close friends, I thought that for years we have known each other and years we had pushed him, but the more we pushed, the more he backed away.
His father saw me and came over to put his arms around me, “John, I just want to thank you so much for being such a friend to my son.”
“Was he not saved by faith, by faith alone?” I asked as tears started to flood my eyes, “I’ve tried, but could I have done more…” I hesitated, “Or less? Or perhaps he just needed more space from us? Should I have been a friend to him in a different way and not make him feel that we were pushing him away?”
“John, I don’t know,” His eyes were red, “All of us were trying to be his friends too, but it’s not us who can change his heart. But I know that God’s grace is sufficient for everyone, but each of us have to make our own decision.”
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