Love Lifted Me
We had a bookcase in our bedroom that held not only books, but our games, crayons and coloring books, and an assortment of other toys. The old, white bookcase was homemade, like most everything else we had. I was six years old and Nene was eight. Our ages are relevant to the story.
As I was looking on the shelf for something to play with, I found a small sheet of white paper. It was Nene’s “Prayer List”. This list included people that Nene was praying for, for various reasons. I saw my name on that list and became very upset. I went running to her, “Why is MY name on your prayer list?” I demanded. “Because you aren’t saved.” was her troubling reply. “I am too saved! I go to church just like you do, and I love Jesus.” I was inconsolable.
Tears blinding my eyes, I ran through the swinging screen door to the back yard, banging the rickety door behind me. Mother was sitting in the metal lawn chair resting. “Mother! Nene said I’m not saved.” I went running to her and desperately poured out my heart. My tears fell on Mother’s apron and mixed among the tell-tale stains of suppertime. She gently pulled me onto her lap and into her arms.
“Well, honey, you aren’t saved.” was her answer to my agony. “But, I love Jesus, and I go to church every Sunday!” I exclaimed. “I know you do, but going to church doesn’t make us a Christian.” she smoothed my hair with her hand. “What do you mean?” I wanted to know more.
In the Bible, John 3:16 tells us that “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him might be saved.” she continued. Romans 3:23 tells us “that all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” “We must each one make the choice to believe that Jesus died on the cross for our sins and ask him to forgive us of our sins.” I was beginning to understand. “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God, and it is by confessing with your mouth that you are saved.” (Romans 10: 9-10) she concluded.
Childlike faith erupted from my six year old soul. “I want to be saved!” I was firm in my decision. Mother said that I needed to tell that to Jesus, so I bowed my head and prayed to receive Christ into my heart. It so happened that we were having a revival meeting that week at our church. I couldn’t wait for the invitation to come forward. I practically ran down to the front to tell the pastor that I had accepted Christ. Mother later told me that she was concerned that I knew what I was doing, due to my young age. “When we started to sing the hymn, Whosoever Will May Come, I felt like God was telling me it was okay.” Mother affirmed me.
I don’t know why I feel compelled to share this with you at this particular time, but I felt it a most important piece of the puzzle that I call my life.
I learned from this experience:
1. That my sister loved me enough to pray for me.
2. That Christ loved me enough to die for me.
3. That He loves you and wants you for himself, too.