Happy Rebirthday!
Last night I had the singular privilege of being present while someone prayed to accept Jesus into his life. It is a humbling and awe-inspiring occasion to witness. I didn't feel like I deserved to be there--I barely knew this guy and hadn't had a real conversation with him, let alone a spiritual one. Nevertheless, Someone saw fit to include me.
The emotions I felt, I imagine, are genuinely similar to those experienced in a hospital labor and delivery ward. He started asking questions, which came out of the blue like labor pains.
"What does it mean to 'be saved?'"
Call the hospital, this is it. We were all jarred into the reality of what was happening. Excitement and fear both came into play, along with a palpable feeling of anticipation as the conversation progressed.
"So how do you get saved?"
Time to move to the delivery room; this baby is gonna be born whether we're ready for it or not. We left the party raging in the living room and went into the dining room, away from the curious glances of fellow party-goers. There the male representative of our group led our friend in the Sinner's Prayer.
This young man became a born-again Christian right before our eyes. I was moved by this brand new beginning, full of hope and promise. And I realized how vulnerable he would be now. There was so much I wanted to tell him, to share with him, to dispel and clarify for him... But I had to realize that this is just the first day.