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How Can You Be Sure of Your Salvation?
Joey stood on the curb, staring down the street to where the bus would soon come into view. His thumbs were tucked under the straps of his backpack as he wobbled back and forth on his heels. His blank stare didn’t seem to focus on anything in particular, but you could tell he was deep in thought. He was so lost in his own little world that he didn’t notice the small footsteps of a young girl approaching from behind.
“Hey Joey.” she said as she stepped onto curb beside him.
Joey turned his head, her voice pulling him back to reality. He stared for a second, scanning the girl before him, trying to connect a name to the face.
“Hey Melisa.” he said after some thought.
She tried to look past his reflective eyes to see what thought she had pulled him from, analyzing his face like she was decoding a message. Then Joey broke the silence.
“Hypothetically,” he said, “Supposing the God of the Bible is real, can you honestly tell me what it takes to be saved?”
The sudden depth of discussion seemed to take her by surprise, but she quickly found her footing.
“Yes.” she replied. She was about to continue by reciting John 3:16, but he cut her off before she got the chance.
“So you can clearly define the borders and spell out what it takes? You can draw the line of separation between a man who spends eternity in heaven with God and one who burns in hell?” he asked.
“Yes.” she said.
“Then you know for a fact you chose the right side?” he continued. “And you can say with certainty you’ve been saved from the other?”
Her gaze shifted to the ground as she thought.
“Yes.” She said once again.
This time Joey let the girl continue with an explanation.
“If you believe and put your faith in the fact that Jesus Christ, the son of God, came down from heaven and died for your sins, then you will be saved from God’s wrath.”
“Is that all?” he asked.
“That’s all.” she replied.
“So if I trust Jesus to save me and believe that he lived, I’m saved? Even if I don’t pursue a Godly life style or read the Bible?” he asked.
She studied the line of trees that grew across the street as if looking for an answer.
“I guess I don’t really know.” she finally said. “It’s up to God to judge a person’s heart.”
His lips curved into a sad smile as though he had run through this conversation a million times before is his own head.
“So I guess you’re not so sure after all” he said. “Salvation may be through faith, but faith in what? And to what extent do you have to be correct in your view of the God to be saved? Muslims don’t believe salvation is through Christ alone, but how much closer to the absolute truth do they have to be before God accepts them into his kingdom? I don’t believe the Bible teaches baptism as a necessity for salvation, but what if I’m wrong? I have complete faith in Jesus Christ, but logically I feel as though I should accept the fact I'm an imperfect human who could be wrong about any number of things. I'm trying to believe to the best of my flawed ability.”
“What more can God ask of you than everything you have? Pray for faith and pursue the truth with everything you have. There's nothing you can do on your own but give yourself to the God who loves you more than you can imagine."
The bus rounded the corner and drew near to where they stood. Joey took a deep breath and smiled like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt like he had just made a friend he never wanted to lose, but suddenly, he couldn’t remember her name. The bus came to a stop before them and the doors opened. He looked back to where the girl had stood, but she was gone.