Belated

I’m a little bummed today. I missed my own birthday.

I didn’t make a big deal out of it because, in all honesty, I forgot about it. No gifts… well, one gift, but I’ll come back to that later.

I’m more disappointed in myself than anything. I should have made a bigger deal out of it. Two days ago was the anniversary of the most important day of my life.

My SPIRITUAL birthday. The day I became a child of God and began following Jesus Christ.

This post is a confession. I SHOULD have been excited. The fact that Jesus Christ, the Son of God, took upon Himself the sins of the world, and died a death I could never imagine to pay my sin debt should have brought me to my knees. But I completely forgot.

It is in my sin nature to take for granted what Jesus did for me. To diminish its importance, its relevance. To be nonchalant.

July 5, 1981. I have been following Christ for 29 years. 29 years!

Please know that this truly grieves me. I didn’t even realize it until this morning. I can’t remember what reminded me, but I wish it had happened Monday.

I received the greatest Gift ever given that day. I received the gift of eternal life and a relationship with God. The same Jesus that died for me also died for you. Don’t let another day go by without accepting Him as Savior. Here’s how I did.

Praise God for forgiving me.