Lost and Found

I was lost. My heart was as cold as the January weather outside. Sitting in front of the warm fire my father had built could not warm it. In fact, sitting in my living room, staring into the fire, and watching the orange and blue flames lick the logs, I knew with certainty for the first time that if I died as I was, I would be like those logs. Yet I would burn eternally. Repeatedly, I had listened to gospel messages teaching from the Bible that I was on the broad road leading to hell and the lake of fire.

That night, January 20, 1975, I understood for the first time that it was not a bunch of nameless faces trudging down that road. I was on that road. I needed salvation. Dread and fear triggered a flood of tears. My mother read verses to me from her Bible. One in particular stood out: “For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” (Romans 10:13)

I thought, “How simple!” God said that whoever called upon Him shall be saved. One thing my parents taught me growing up is that God’s word is trustworthy. If it’s in the Bible, it was true. I believed that with all my heart. I kneeled down in front of the couch and asked God to save my soul. In that very moment, the weight of my sin lifted, and to this day, I remember the smile that spread across my face. I knew without a doubt that God had saved me. Not because I prayed. Not because I felt happy. It was because God said. “Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” God said it. I believed it. I was found.

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