Last night when I got home, stepped into my apartment, and the warmth embraced me... my first thought, was "HE lives here". Since then I have been in tears, weeping since I got home last night. Because I used to live in hell, because HE pulled me out of the fire, out of hopeless despair, because of HIM, I am no longer hopeless.... Because HE reminded me that in the midst of all the doctrinal debates, the theological arguments everyone participates in.... that the word "SAVED" is not a doctrine.... it is HOME. It means we are SAFE. And for those of us who truly understand that we were never SAFE before, in our lives without HIM... we can truly appreciate the meaning of being "saved" in such a way that will never allow us to leave HOME again.
May I never lose that brokenness of feeling like a child who woke up from a night terror to find herself in the arms of HIS LOVE. Like a helpless child in the arms of a HERO, who never thought they would make it out of that burning building alive .... or that dark, cold well alive to be with family again... THAT is what it is like to be SAVED.
SAVED is not a doctrine. It is a PLACE in CHRIST JESUS called HOME.
JOHN 10:27 My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: 28 And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. 29 My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. 30 I and my Father are one.