I was raised in a Christian home, but that’s not why I am a Christian. I know lots of people who had similar upbringings who now have nothing to do with faith of any kind. Being raised in a Christian home and going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than hanging around auto mechanics and car repair shops makes you an expert with car repair.

I am not a Christian because I was smart enough to figure it out. It’s not because I knew the right people. It’s simply because Jesus sought me when I was a stranger, to borrow the words from an old hymn. I love God because He first loved me even before I knew what love was.

I became a Christian by the grace of God, and I remain a Christian by the grace of God. It’s not about my big faith in God but my faith in a big God. When I get to heaven, I won’t get in because I was a superstar believer or a legend in the faith. They won’t say things like “Well, if anyone deserves to be here, it’s this guy” because no one deserves to be in heaven except God the Father and Jesus.

My reason for being in heaven will be the song that I will be singing into eternity:

“When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day,
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way.”