Tent Revival, A Memorable One
I’d show you the pictures of the full moon, Clay Crosse, and the packed tent. However, my new disc seems to have lost the pictures.
The setup was: my husband had like 4-5 meetings tonight, I lost count and had to cover one for him. But, I’m glad the guy went to the school and invited the kids, and that they REALLY, REALLY wanted to go, or else I might not have tried to fit one more thing into the already crammed evening. I made it back at the end of the Crosse concert. Fortunately, I’d run into my brother early on…he and his wife took my kids so I could slip away for my meeting.
In spite of losing the photos, I’ll never forget the night. During the “youth service” invitation, I asked my two kids, already saved, to be praying for those who needed to make a decision. They did, quickly. My daughter said, “I KNOW of someone here who is not saved.”
“Really? You do?”
I didn’t ask. It was church time.
Later, after the youth service, the evangelist spoke. The invitation came. My kids were restless by then. Goldilocks falling on my lap, Boy Wonder looking at my watch every five minutes. The speaker was good, but they were saved, so the message on evangelism wasn’t for them, and they knew it. A great feeling for a Mom.
Another long invitation and talk about h*ll, and calls to raise hands and pray prayers and stand up and come forward.
And then…it happened. I saw Goldilocks best friend across the room stand up. I didn’t know she was there, and I assumed she was saved. I had broken a rule and opened my eyes when they were supposed to be closed.
I asked about her, and sure enough, she’d been expressing very real “secret time” doubts when young girls talk. And her friend had been praying.
She was sitting a row behind her mom and sat down when the call came for her to go forward.
She’d made a profession at a very young age, but wasn’t at all sure she knew what she was doing at that time.
We talked in circles about doubts and how to know for sure, and talked with mom, and gave a break, and I could see that she was still restless and agitated. I hated to imagine that potential car wreck on the way home, so we talked some more after the service, first about how we don’t have to “do any steps right” to be saved, we just confess our sins and receive the free gift of salvation for those sins only Christ can offer…because only he lived a perfect live…only he could be that perfect sacrifice, once and for all time, dying in our place, for our sin because he had no sins of his own to pay the price and die for. He didn’t have to die…ever. He died for us so that our souls could be forgiven and we could live forever. He died so that relationship and fellowship with God could be restored now that we were clean again.
After a lot of different directions, I finally just asked her if she knew what God was telling her to do. I said, “God won’t leave you confused. He may be speaking to your heart now telling you what to do.”
She said, “I need to be saved.”
I said, “Well, that’s fine. Would you feel better talking with a pastor?”
“Nope, I’m ready to pray right here now.”
“Do you want to pray in your own words, or would you like for me to guide you through a prayer?”
“I want to use my own words.”
“Alright then, let’s pray.”
So she did.
And then I prayed with her.
And off to themselves, she and her best friend, I’m told later, were praying together while I assumed they were exchanging notes. A prayer of thanksgiving, now, “for sure” sisters in Christ.
She said to her mom, “Now, I feel good!”
Her mom said she’d been asking questions for some time, and she’d been talking with her pastor.
Who knows if she was truly saved already or not, but when I asked if she knew Jesus was her Savior, and that he died for her sin, and he was the only one who could do it, she said, “I’m…I’m just not sure about that. I think I believe. I’m just not sure.”
I explained to her that in the Old Testament, animal sacrifices were required to cover people’s sin, but those were only temporary because they weren’t perfect. When Jesus came, he never sinned, so his death could pay for the sins of the world completely.
Jesus was the perfect sacrifice of all time, the only man ever able to pay for our sin.
It seemed this was the first time that really clicked for her. That explains WHY the Bible says, “I am THE way, THE truth, and THE life, no man comes to the Father except through me.” (It’s not that he’s being exclusive to other religions, it’s just the only way that works. We needed a Saviour, not just a prophet.)
Sin requires death, the Bible says. Our body still will die (a result of the fall (Adam & Eve), but, our spirit can live forever with him BECAUSE he already paid the penalty for us, died, and went to hell, “overcoming death and the grave” so that we could live and never have to face that punishment. We still make mistakes, but they are forgiven.
Man. That is peace.
There are no “right steps” to be saved.
There is no “emotional experience” that means we are saved.
It’s surrendering to the fact that we needed a Saviour who came, lived a perfect life, and died for our sin, overcoming, sin, death, and the grave, and giving our life in exchange for his perfect life, living in us, guiding us.
If you are reading this and understanding something for the first time, or have questions about it, feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
You know, I had my doubts about when to put the kids in public school. But, this is her second friend she’s coached to Christ in a year! She is outpacing her mother. Very humbling.
I praise God for his grace and pray continually for his protection for our children.
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