This sobering question is prompting me to review my spiritual story.
The speaker for our Senior Adult Fellowship yesterday challenged us with the words of the Angel to the church at Ephesus as recorded in Revelation 2. The disturbing verse for me is 5, “Do you have any idea how far you have fallen?” Our speaker invited us to think back to our first love affair with Jesus.
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know Jesus personally. Our church did not have Sunday School until the child was 4 years old. I remember telling my mother I thought that was a long time to wait.
But the time when my faith was fanned into flame was Bible Camp. I was so in love with that week. I picked cucumbers for money for school supplies and Christmas presents, but everything had to wait until I had saved for camp.
At camp I could spend all day learning more about Jesus, talking to counselors and pastors, singing from my heart, standing around fires promising Jesus I would die for Him, going out in row boats under the stars and echoing the praise songs from the choir on the shore.
A few years ago I went back to the campgrounds, which had shrunk considerably since my childhood experience, and picked some small stones from the walking path that bordered the lake. It was there that I not only sang I had decided to follow Jesus but the things of earth became strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace.
How far have I fallen?