So did you mull it over?
The Blot, I mean.
Is there a one dark blot that leads to the many other spots Charlotte Elliot lyric-ed about? If you missed that post, click HERE to read it.
I think there is.
And do you know what I think it is?
Yeah. Unbelief. I think, unbelief is what keeps people lost.
So what do people not believe?
Perhaps they don’t believe that Jesus (Yeshua) is. Is the Son of God. Is the Savior of the World. Is the only way to be saved. Or. Perhaps they don’t believe they need to be saved; perhaps they don’t believe they are hell deserving sinners. (Romans 6:23) (John 14:6).
Either one of those two things alone will keep one lost and all those spots caused by the blot keep mounting. Is there anything more tragic? And is there anything more surely avoidable than being lost?
But that song Just as I am doesn’t stop speaking to me this side of Salvation. I can still be guilty of unbelief and I can still mount up some spots. I NEED regular and often foot washings. (John 13:6-11) How about you?
Do you know what else I think? I think unbelief is what causes my need for foot washings. Yeah. I really do. Because if I wholly got my heart convinced of the depravity that disobedience is, I’d disobey less. But as I said recently – it’s a process. It’s like I heard a man say many years ago: I am not sinless, but I do sin less than I used to. I say that too now. It’s good that I am making progress in the process. Probably others think so too. 🙂
So let us be encouraged. The Blood of our Savior washed us cleaned from all our sins the day we said Yes to Him for Salvation and every day after He keeps on washing us clean. That’s just how He is! So I’ll keep going to Him moment by moment Just as I am. I hope you will too.
Thank you for listening, Dear Friends.
Day 238 of 2014, a day to give Thanks.
Kathie Whitestone Thompson
Follower of Christ. Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother. Some call me a teacher. Some say I'm a prayer warrior. A few accredit me with some writing skills. Me? I say I'm a work in slow progress, looking for perfection in eternity and until then having all the holy fun I know how.