I loved my bike! It was really neat. And I liked to show off on it a little bit too.
One summer evening I’d been at Bible Study with my family. When it was over I thought, I’m gonna take a short cut and get home before my dad does. So I hopped on my bike and pedaled as fast as I could. Sure enough, I beat him home!
I proudly stood my bike up in front of the porch where everyone would be sure to see it when they drove up. Then I sat down and waited. And I waited some more. I began to get worried. I knew I wasn’t that much faster than my dad. I got on my bike and rode back to where we’d had the Bible Study. No one was there!
Now I was really worried. On my bike again, I hurried home. They weren’t there either. I threw myself and my bike down on the grass and cried my heart out. I thought Jesus must have come back and taken all my family with Him to heaven, and I was left behind. I kept telling myself I knew I should have asked Jesus to save me. Why didn’t I do it long ago like Mom and Dad had said?
My family still didn’t come home, and I couldn’t stop crying. I was sure it was too late for me to be saved now, but I didn’t know what else to do, so I began to pray really hard. I said, “Dear, Lord Jesus, I know You love me and died for me. If it’s not too late,” I sobbed, “and if You haven’t come yet to take all the saved people to heaven, please save me now. I know I’ve often been bad, but please, please forgive me.” Then I just laid on the grass and cried and cried.
I can’t tell you how happy I was when our van drove into our driveway and the other kids came tumbling out, shouting, “Hey, Danny, you missed a trip to the ice cream store, and we all got big cones!”
But I didn’t care. The Lord Jesus hadn’t come yet after all, and now I was SAVED! I felt so clean inside and so happy! I couldn’t thank the Lord Jesus enough. And I’ve been thanking Him ever since, because I know He loves me and died for me and keeps me and provides for me every day of my life. What a Saviour I have!
ML-12/26/1999