Thirty-five years ago today, January 26, 1972, a young man walked into a revival service in an independent, fundamental Baptist church in Columbia, SC. An old childhood chum had invited him to go to church with him that week. The young man had been searching for something, he didn't quite know what, but something. His heart was restless. I don't know what the evangelist preached that night, but that young man heard something that made sense to him. He realized he was a sinner before God and could do nothing to save himself, and he believed the message that God had sent His Son, Jesus, to pay for his sins. That night he repented of those sins and place his trust in Jesus Christ as his Saviour. That young man's name was Jack, and he was my Daddy.
I can't tell you how glad I am that my Daddy got saved. I was only six years old. I don't remember much about him before he got saved (he says he's glad about that!), but I knew there was a difference after that night. The changes that came were lasting ones. Those changes have rippled down through these 35 years. The ripples that started that night have reached into several US states and the nations of Mexico and Canada and touched hundreds of other lives through the years. By God's grace, we're trusting that those ripples will reach around the world through his grandchildren and even his great-grandchildren.
Sometimes I wonder where we would all be had it not been for God's reaching down that night and touching my Daddy's heart, convicting him of sin, and convincing him to trust Him. My heart is full of thanksgiving today for God's miraculous work in our family. Happy 35th (Spiritual) Birthday, Daddy! :)