In some circles it is not “politically correct” to be considered a “bloody” Christian who believes in eternal salvation, but I am guilty of believing that once saved, always saved. I have been cleansed by and washed in the blood of Jesus. Knowing this, gives me a peace of God and peace with God to pillow my head every night knowing that whether I go or whether I stay, I’m a winner either way.
Because I don’t deserve His salvation and did not do anything to earn it, sometimes, though, I wake up not feeling saved and wondering why God it would please God to bruise His Son for me. When I do, I am reminded of a young boy, an older man, and an out-of-sight kite.
The story goes of a young boy flying a kite in the park one windy afternoon. The kite was so small and so high that an elderly man sitting on a bench watching him could not see the kite high in the heavens. After watching him a few minutes, he walked over asking the young boy what he was doing.
“Flying my kite.” he replied.
“Are you sure. I don’t see anything in the sky? Perhaps, the string broke and the kite is gone.”
“Nope.” the boy said. “I still feel a tug.”
That is the way it is with me. Those mornings when I wake up questioning my salvation, I feel a Heavenly tug in my heart assuring me God’s Spirit has removed all condemnation and made me to sit in Heavenly places.
As long as I feel that Heavenly tug, He assures me I am His and He is mine.
[ Lawrence Brotherton ]
