His best mate had been killed in an accident.
Another friend had been diagnosed with cancer.
He was deeply challenged about where he stood with God.
He believed there MUST be a God.
He couldn’t believe this world had evolved from nothing.
The universe demanded intelligent design.
There MUST be a God – but what were His standards?
He had lived a good life, but how good is good enough?
If he died, what would happen to him?
He went to Church. He was interested in what he heard. It sounded hopeful but he didn’t really understand.
He spoke to the pastor after the service, earnestly asking what he had to do to be sure of acceptance with God and of being admitted to heaven if he died.
The pastor looked at the anxious young man and said “You’re too late!”
The distressed man exclaimed, “Oh please don’t say that! I’ll do anything. I’ll go anywhere. I really want to know God and I’ll do anything at all to deserve His acceptance.”
The pastor repeated “I’m sorry. You’re too late for that. There is absolutely NOTHING you can do.”
As the young man showed despair, the pastor continued, “You see, your salvation was completed many years ago at Calvary. There is NOTHING you can do, because HE did it all. Jesus Christ died in your place, paying the penalty for your sins. He died, was buried and was raised from the dead on the third day, proving that His sacrifice was accepted by God the Father. His work of redemption was finished. Now, if you BELIEVE He died for you, IN YOUR PLACE . . . . . . .
“Oh I do. I do.” the young man interrupted, “I believe. I want Jesus Christ in my life and I want to follow Him and His direction for me.”
NOTHING CAN I BOAST IN
words & music Bryson Smith & Philip Percival
At God’s perfect timing
Christ died for fallen men.
He wore a crown of thorns,
Nails driven through His hands.
Christ willingly endured it;
To death He chose to go.
He broke His body for us,
Shed blood to make us whole.
Nothing can I boast in:
My life is scarred with sin.
My works are filthy rags:
No merit can I bring.
Yet mercy filled Christ’s heart.
Love took Him to the tree.
It’s grace alone which saves me:
Christ’s blood that sets me free.
So if I am to boast,
I’ll speak of my disgrace,
For my weak self displays
The power of God’s grace.
Christ’s Spirit works within me:
In weakness He is strong,
So I look to my Saviour
To safely bring me home.