Perhaps the most unsettling thing I’ve encountered in my Christian walk has been thinking that I had something figured out – only to discover there was ‘more to the story’.
As a young Baptist girl, I was taught the belief of “once saved, always saved.” That blanket statement stayed with me for years – even though that wasn’t even logical. I believed it and that was it. I trusted everything they told me in church . After all, they said it was “God’s Word.”
Raised in the Conservative Baptist Church, I was taught that once we are saved we are always saved. One Sunday, at about the age of seven, the Sunday School teacher was explaining that to us in class.
It didn’t seem possible, so I asked her, “If this is true, then what happens if I get saved, and then decide I don’t want to have anything to do with Jesus. I murder, steal and hate people until the day I die. Will I still go to heaven??
The teacher looked at me impatiently and said, “Yes, but only by the skin of your teeth.”