Harry was 89 when I...
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Harry was 89 when I first met him. He had lived his whole life in the same house in which he had been born. He went to school in a one-room schoolhouse and when he was 15 years old, he left school to eke out a living on the farm that his great-grandfather had staked out over a hundred years before. Harry was a simple man, with simple pleasures, and simple philosophies. Whenever someone asked him how he was, he'd reply, "Well, some thinks they's fine and they ain't. Some think they ain't and they is, so I can't rightly tell you how I am."
Harry had been baptized on the day of his birth. His family had been Lutherans as far back as any could remember. He read his Bible daily and could quote scripture verses and Lutheran doctrine in his sleep, especially anything that had do with justification and salvation.
But when it came to talking about his own salvation it was a different story. Whenever someone asked Harry about salvation he would reply, "Well, some think they's saved and ain't. Some think they ain't and they is, so I can't rightly tell you if I've been saved or not."
I suspect that after his encounter with Jesus, the paralytic had no question about his salvation.
Harry had been baptized on the day of his birth. His family had been Lutherans as far back as any could remember. He read his Bible daily and could quote scripture verses and Lutheran doctrine in his sleep, especially anything that had do with justification and salvation.
But when it came to talking about his own salvation it was a different story. Whenever someone asked Harry about salvation he would reply, "Well, some think they's saved and ain't. Some think they ain't and they is, so I can't rightly tell you if I've been saved or not."
I suspect that after his encounter with Jesus, the paralytic had no question about his salvation.
