I tweeted this today…
“Today, July 5, is my spiritual birthday. The day I became a Christ-follower. I am so grateful for my salvation.
Christ died on a cross and God raised him three days later. Because of that, whoever calls on the name of the Lord will be saved (Rom. 10:13). #doyouknowhim”
I was saved at my mother’s bedside in Ashland, Kentucky, on July 5, 1981. My father passed away on July 5, 2018. He died as a result of small-cell lung cancer after a two-year ordeal.
The dichotomy of my beginning my eternal life and my father ending his physical one on the same day of the year isn’t lost on me. But in reality, my father began his life in the presence of his Savior that day.
My last conversation with him is burned into my memory. I wheeled him around the block of the home in Lexington, Kentucky where he was staying for treatment. He was confused – he thought that was his home. He could barely sit up straight in the wheelchair. But when I asked him about his faith, he was very clear. He told me that Jesus was his Savior.
I am so glad that he no longer has that cancer and the other maladies that plagued his body those last couple of years. I know I’ll see him again someday, as a result of what happened on MY July 5th.
Not a Camouflaged Soul 