Not because I can't or wouldn't or won't share the gospel—including asking the question, "Have you decided to follow Jesus?" with my kids, but I really want my family to join me in attending a small-ish Baptist church which still sees the preacher invite the congregation to salvation before concluding the service. "Why?" you ask. "Why, Pete? Why go backwards? Everyone knows that denominations are dying/dead, and never to return. They are a failed experiment. It's non-denominational, one-church-multiple-campuses-small-groups-for-those-interested-and-no-invitation-messages from here on out."
I'll tell you why. And this is close to the heart, so please go easy on me. I want my family to join me at the Baptist church because the invitation is my answer to the infamous "how do you know you're saved?" zinger of a question.
Many, many Sundays of my childhood and youth, and nearly every time I heard the invitation ever since, Sunday after Sunday after Sunday (if I was in a Baptist church), I knew it was directed specifically to me. I knew I was the sinner. I knew I needed salvation. I knew Jesus was the way, the truth, and the life. Moreover, I knew I couldn't hide behind anyone, nor did I want to hide. I wanted salvation. Who wouldn't?
For most of my life, I have not treated this response as anything noteworthy or indicative of eternal spiritual matters. I had accepted Jesus Christ as my lord and savior at a young age and was baptized later on and the rest of these times I chalked up the feeling to "powerful preaching."
As I have gotten older, as fewer people come forward, I have to say that it seems like most people don't take the invitation as a literal invitation.
But as a father, I take my young daughter (A- this time, H- in times past) and the two of us sit there, and I imagine what H- and my step-son, both 14 and not present—would think during the invitation. Would they think, "My parents are good (believers), so I am too." Or, "He's not talking to me. This is just the end of the service." Or maybe, "My phone, my phone, my phone, my phone…"?
I honestly cannot imagine them saying, "Uh, I am a sinner. I need Jesus. Dad, what do I do?" in any capacity. Mostly, that just seems in line with the more rare emotions, like achieving a lifelong goal, that I can't imagine what it might look like. But we all talk such nonsense, so much of the time, that it feels fair for a kid to say, "Oh. You were serious about that? I thought that was just part of the ritual."
Anyhow, we'll see what the family decides to do. As for me, I am redeemed by the blood of the lamb, no turning back. So I'll see you at the Baptist church.
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