"Lost people matter to God, and so they must matter to us." ~ Keith Wright
Boxing Day, 1998. That was the year 6 lives got lost during the Sydney to Hobart. There was so much white water & the seas were so big it made the Beiring Strait look like a kiddie's wading pool.
Even now I can't think about that race without feeling sick to my gut. It brings feelings of panic & terror & a terrible helplessness. That is my personal image of Hell. Overwhelming. All consuming. Pitiless. Merciless.
That is the sea the unsaved are tossed on & salvation is so great a thing that the thought of losing it is terrifying. To fall back into that sea is to be lost indeed.
I have always believed that Once Saved, Always Saved. Jesus Himself said that no~one could snatch us out of His hand. My understanding of scripture was that there was only one possible exception & one really had to work hard to invoke it: the complete rejection of the Holy Spirit. Given the very nature of the Holy Spirit I'm not even sure that's possible if one has been genuinely saved in the first place but I have run across plenty of Christians who believe that one can most definitely lose their salvation ~ though for the most part they are pretty vague about how that occurs.
The bible does doctrine well; I do not ~ & so I have never been really sure that I am correct doctrinaly in my beliefs. I just couldn't envision a God who had gone to so much trouble to bring a person to salvation in the first place just allowing them to slip away again. It makes no sense & I have always found God to be emminently sensible.
So Sunday my ears pricked up when I heard this being addressed because the preaching, while nice & juicy, just the way I like it, is explained in simple enough terms that I can actually understand what is being talked about!
I do like to be right. I like even better when I understand why I am right! Happy Duckie!