Friday, October 13
I guess we all remember bits and pieces of our early years. Another old hymn stayed with me all these years—“At the Cross.” Evidently I was too young to understand the message. “At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light.” I had a lot to learn about analogies. I identified the light as a bare bulb on the porch of Grandpa’s house. We were meeting there for church services and I sang the songs, but didn’t really grasp the meanings. Later on, when I was ten years old, I understood my lost condition by listening to my Dad preach. I was really convicted and went to the altar to receive Christ. I still didn’t understand a lot of things, but I had no question of my sinful condition and where I was heading. I again am indebted to my Dad for proclaiming the truth. We kids did not get personal attention on this at home, but I couldn’t avoid it when Dad preached. Anyway, this old hymn is a marvelous presentation of the gospel.