No, Really, I Am…

“Do you suppose, O man—you who judge those who practice such things and yet do them yourself—that you will escape the judgment of God? Or do you presume on the riches of his kindness and forbearance and patience, not knowing that God’s kindness is meant to lead you to repentance?”  Romans 2:3-4 (ESV)

How many of you reading this Freedom Fighter know that I’m a doctor? No, really, I am a doctor. You see I sent this guy in Tunisia twenty nine dollars (U.S. of course) online (used my Visa card) and he sent me an official diploma from his official university (Me-M- Doctorus University) declaring me a doctor by official degree. So I am a doctor, period. You don’t have to agree with me, my diploma may not be accredited or recognized by other universities, but as far as myself, and my guy in Tunisia, I’m a doctor. Now that settles that!

Oh by the way how many of you know that I am a Christian? No, really, I am a Christian.  I found this church on the side of the road and I heard this guy behind a pulpit and he said that God was giving away grace to all who wanted to receive it. So I went up to the altar and I got all that grace stuff I could. I filled my pockets with this grace, I stuffed it into my shirt, I took off my shoes and filled them with the grace of God, and then I grabbed a big pile of it between my arms. I walked out of that church with so much grace I was spilling it all over the place. There was this trail of grace coming from behind me from the door of that church that went right up to my car.

Guess what? How many of you know that I’m going to heaven? No, really, I am going to heaven. That preacher who gave me all that grace stuff, he said that all I had to do to enter heaven was believe in this guy named Jesus. Sounded like a pretty sweet deal to me so I told him I believed and he started mumbling something about saving a lost someone along some Roman’s Road. I don’t know what he was saying I think he might have been praying. Then he said I was an official Christian and that when I die I would be going to live with god in heaven.

So now I sleep a little bit better at night knowing I’m not going to hell like the rest of my friends and family. Maybe I’ll even go back to that church someday to get some more of that grace stuff. I can’t seem to find that huge batch I carried out to my car that day I got saved. Ya know something? I’ll have to put that on my “to do” list right after I visit that university in Tunisia. After all, I have twenty nine dollars invested in that degree and I only put 5 bucks in the basket the day I got saved in that church. If you’re ever need of my services just look for Dr. Christian I. M. Thinkinso in the yellow pages.

This may be a fictional account of our dear doctor friend but sadly it has become a position many people around us have taken. Saved and satisfied and maintenance free salvation have become terms being used in the House these days. Well it shouldn’t be and these terms really carry no weight. If these are the positions given to those who are like our doctor in this story then they have no position at all. We need to maintain our salvation with fear of being separated from Him and in that we should tremble. We need to pass that advice along to the saved and satisfied, AMEN!?  Thanks to my dear brother-in-Christ, Mark Fisher, who allowed me to use this story today. – Chris Hughes is a graduate of the Colony of Mercy and a regular Freedom Fighter Blogger

Daily Bible Reading: Job 34-35; 1 Corinthians 11:17-34

Quote of the day: “When salt is salty, it helps manure become good fertilizer…but lukewarm and uncommitted faith is completely useless. It can’t even benefit manure.”—Francis Chan

Bible Memory: When I think on my ways, I turn my feet to your testimonies; I hasten and do not delay to keep your commandments. Psalm 119:59-60