(Thanks, Phil, for reminding me of this story.) I never could figure out what being "saved" meant. Saved from what?
When I was 7 or 8, my best buddy Kevin Owens and I were throwing the football in the front yard when some guy walked up and asked if we wanted to be "saved." Sounded interesting to us, so we said OK. He said a prayer over us, gave us a mini Bible, and declared us "saved."
We thought that was cool and went inside for some Kool-Aid.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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