Friday, May 13, 2011

I Don't Know Where the Door Is

"I believe, but I'm working on the "really" believing part."

That's what one of my dearest friends said when I told her how I had finally asked Jesus Christ to come into my heart and save me. What does it mean to "really believe" or have enough "faith" and to know, "really" know that I will go to heaven.

I used to think that "faith" was one step into the dark... and then one more. Sounds more like stepping into an elevator shaft, doesn’t it?

I learned that faith was not blind trust, but believing in a person and what he did for me. When I understood that Jesus died for me, my sins, then I simply had to admit, "Yeap, I did that! Forgive me."

And, he already did, 2,000 years ago. I just had to accept his free gift of salvation and then I went from having religion, to having a relationship.

He says that he stands at the door of our heart waiting for us to simply open it and let him in. It is amazing how simple it is for us to realize that and do it.

There was a young girl in my class at church who said she did that when she was four years old. She went sobbing to her mother and said, "Mommy, I want Jesus to come into my heart, but I don't know where the door is!"

How sweet is that. You don't have to know how to fly a plane, the pilot does. You don't have to know how to do brain surgery, the doctor does. And you trust them without hesitation.

You don't have to know where the door is, He does... you just have to ask him to "come on in!" That's really believing.

I tell others, "Lord help me to pray (he taught his disciples), the best I know how, I put my trust in you. Forgive me of my sin, come into my heart and save me."

He never fails, never.

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