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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. |
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