We tend to celebrate the days in our lives that mark a birth or change or completion of something. Days like…
First day of school
Birth of children
As Christians, there is something missing from that list. Something that should stand out from everything else. Something that is worth more than all of that list put together.
That something is … the day we were saved.
For me, it was April 24, 1977. I can remember it clearly. Not the physical details as much as more, although there’s still plenty of those. But I will never forget the spiritual wonder of meeting Jesus. In an instant I was changed forever. It was the most significant day of my life, and yet, I do not celebrate it.
I don’t really celebrate any day. I’m like the second person described in Romans 14:5 One person esteems one day as better than another, while another esteems all days alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind.
But I think I might just make an exception come next April.