Something happened this past Sunday that caught me off guard, I didn’t know quite how to feel, let me explain. I was working on getting lunch ready and there was quite a lot of food was on my counter to get prepped so I wasn’t paying much attention to what my mother was doing as she sat in her chair watching the singers on Jimmy Swaggart getting down with some good old Gospel music. I had heard her kind of singing along, albeit slightly off-tune and was marveling at the fact that she was actually getting most of the words right when a lot of times she has a problem putting a sentence together. I continued putting together the broccoli casserole which included pressuring four big chicken breasts to shred into it, browning and putting a roast in the oven and a pork roast in the crock pot. By the time I was getting finished Jimmy had finished preaching and a good sermon it was, I can even tell you the subject, he spoke about King David asking if there was anyone left from the house of King Saul more specifically Jonathan’s house to whom he could do something good in honor of his friendship with his close friend. The question he focused on was the question, upon gaining the knowledge that there was a son who was lame, “Where is he?” Back to the point, as he began his soul-stirring altar call for salvation I decided to walk over to mother and ask her if she remembered when Jimmy and his wife and entourage came to our house to eat a few years ago, so I walked over and when I looked at her I saw tears streaming down her face and her mouth was moving, she was repeating the “sinner’s prayer” along with him. I didn’t want her to see me looking so I backed away with tears of my own spilling onto my freshly made up lashes.
I know she was raised in the home of a minister and married one at the tender age of eighteen so I wondered if she had ever really considered that she needed to ask for forgiveness of sins that she had never really committed? The Bible does tell us in Romans 3:23 “All have sinned and come short of the glory of God” so we know that according to Romans 10:9 “that if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.” So my friend, what do I believe here? Do I think that my mother who will be ninety years old on March 26 of this year was praying the sinner’s prayer for the first time? No, not at all… and I think that as she was singing along with the preacher as he sang “Lord I’m coming home” she was more thinking of following daddy on the path toward her heavenly home than confessing her sins.
You might wonder what her sins would be and I can tell you quickly that would be the sin of worrying over her children and over church members that were missing from their regular seat at the Sunday service, or worrying that her son was putting a cardboard cutout in the bottom of his shoe because it had a hole in it, perhaps it was that she was having to share skirts and slips with her teenage daughter, but never worrying that she wouldn’t make heaven her home. I think it wouldn’t hurt a lot of us to sit down and think about asking God to forgive us of our sins…one more time.