We started a new Thanksgiving tradition this year. Since my wife and I have only been married just under four years, I guess all of our traditions could be considered ‘new.’
This year I read Psalm 100, and then we went around the table and each of us told for what we were thankful. Not too unusual, to be sure. Until it was my son’s turn. Without prompting or hesitation, he said he was thankful for getting saved.
That put my mind at ease about a lot of things. I got saved when I was 5 years old. But something happens when you get saved that young. There comes a time, when you get older, that you begin to wonder if you really meant it. In my case, I wondered if I got saved for the wrong reason. Our pastor preached about hell that night, and I got scared and decided I didn’t want to go there.
What I realized later in life is that there is NO WRONG REASON to get saved! I just didn’t want my son to go through that.
When he said he was thankful for his salvation, it told me that, even at 7, he knew what he was doing and decided to do it. So, if he has doubts and fears when he gets older, I can remind him of Thanksgiving Day in 2008. Praise God.