I have known Jesus my whole life. Known who He is and what He did. I don't remember a time we didn't go to church or Good News Club or something.
When I was nine years old, I knew that I was a sinner and that Jesus had died for me to save me. I knew that I needed to believe in Him and so I "accepted Him as my Saviour" or "got saved."
I lived nine years without Him. I have lived more than thirty years with Him.
Today in church we sang a song called "Without You." It said something like, "What kind of person would I be without You?" And I wonder...
Some people who give their lives to Christ when they are adults have a clear idea of what kind of person they are without Him. I don't really know for myself.
But I can imagine. And it isn't pretty. I frequently acknowledge "Apart from You there is no good thing in me."
I'm so glad I don't have to know. I'm so glad I don't have to live life without Him. Even as I sang the song, I felt bereft. What a cold and empty thought.