Another Wednesday night service has come and gone. Only 3 people got saved tonight. Slow night.
You know, as much as I am amazed at the fact that God uses our church the way he does, I am more amazed at how easily I get accustomed to seeing people get saved and thinking it is normal. I see people get saved at every service. 5 services a week! I guess when it happens so consistently you can't help but grow cold to seeing people get saved. But it's not so in God's eyes.
Luke 15:8 "...suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Does she not light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? 9 And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, 'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.' 10 In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents."
Do you remember when you got saved? Was it at a church?
I think the angels cringed when I got saved. Maybe one might have let out a "oh boy" under his breathe. ;)