I watched a sermon about generosity the other day. The preacher said he was thankful that he had been able to give away some big ticket items over the years including a house. Somebody asked his wife how she felt when she found out he had given away her house. She said she was glad that they could do it and happy that her husband had such a generous heart. She said, “You need to know this about my husband. He’s never gotten over getting saved.”
‘He’s never gotten over getting saved.’ That line has been bouncing around in my head the last week or two. I wonder…
We can get righteously indignant over homosexuality and gay marriage. We make our voices heard on refugees and illegal aliens and border walls. We can go to those God Is Not Dead movies. We can talk about the scientific and historical evidence of Christ. We can preach the Roman road to salvation. I don’t know that any of that will make that much difference.
I don’t think the people who march and preach and make their voices heard will change the world. I think the people who will change the world are the ones who can’t stop smiling, who have never gotten over getting saved.
How do I know when I’ve gotten over getting saved? If the way I look and the way I talk and the way I act is more important to me than my salvation then I have gotten over it. What I do (and what others do) should never have more value that what God has done for me.