Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine. Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine.
Today, I stepped back in time to the place where I found blessed assurance that Jesus could be mine. Each time I return to Altoona Grace Brethren Church (Grace Fellowship - Juniata Campus), it is as though I run back through the pages of time into a sweet, slightly faded memory filled with the smell of the quaint Sunday School classrooms , the sound of the piano singing tender hymn melodies, or the sight of faithful servants of Jesus Christ sharing their lives in one accord.
As I walked down the steps to the church basement to prepare for the children's Sunday School lesson I was about to teach alongside Matt, I could not help but think back to God's faithfulness in my life 20 years ago. Today, I stood before my Sunday School teacher, Mrs. Alice, as I taught a Bible lesson about living by God's strength to her current students. Mrs. Alice was the first woman that I can remember, outside of my family who gave me a foretaste of glory divine by her love for me as a small child. She poured the love of Jesus into my life, seeing something in me as a small child that I could have never seen in myself--my need to see Jesus as my one and only Savior. I was humbled to look at the cork board in her classroom today and see a picture of me as a ten-year-old pinned to that board. It was then that I realized that without Mrs. Alice's faithful prayers for me, I would not be standing in her Sunday School classroom serving Jesus today.
I then walked upstairs this morning, and was then greeted by the faces of spiritual grandmothers, grandfathers, aunts, and uncles. Their faces are a bit more worn due to the effects of time, but their spirits are still just as young and vibrant as I remember them to be. As we all joined together to sing to Jesus, I couldn't help but look to my Savior and give thanks for how He provides the people that we need to give us a foretaste of glory divine. How amazing is it that my Father in Heaven cared about me as a child so much to give me that gift?
This is my story, this my song, praising my Savior all the day long.