COLD FEET

Do you remember the first altar call you didn't answer? When you knew you should. When you knew you were different, but were afraid? When you simply had cold feet.

Raised as a Southern Baptist, I've sat through many altar calls or invitations as we used to call them. And revivals. It seems we were always having a revival. Well, at least two or so per year. And if you didn't at least one additional night besides Sunday night's start, then you were part of the problem and not the solution.

I also recall the invitational, most often "Just As I Am". I always loved the song, even all seven verses, which we sang and sang until there was no movement in the aisles.

I know I felt better after I had accepted the call, answered the invitation. Then I was a club member. Then I had begun what I was created for (Isaiah). Then I had taken my claim as an heir to the kingdom. No wonder I felt better. I had it made. No longer did I need a Savior. I had one.

My feet were no longer cold when I stepped out into that aisle and made my walk down front to shake the preacher's hand. I had arrived. Now all I have to do is wait. Along with trusting, obeying, prioritizing, studying, and living a life of freedom from sin that bound me.

If you still have the blue feet, confess your sins, tell of your need for Jesus Christ, the Son of God who lived, died, and rose from the dead as the sacrifice for our sins. Turn from your sinful ways and follow Him. Simply pray that prayer and the angels in Heaven will celebrate because one more has been saved and will join them for eternity in Heaven. Where their feet will be warmed by the spirit of our living Lord.

Where every day is Happy Father's Day.