I Believe that I Cannot I was born on April 5, 1967. Having spent the past nine months before conceiving myself in my mother’s womb, I decided the time had come: I delivered myself into the world.
Yeah. Right. I was born just like everybody—I was there, that’s all. My mom went through labor, the doctor stood ready with the net, and my dad…did whatever dads did back then. I wasn’t there to do anything; I was there to be done to. Remember that: I was given life and born. I didn’t bear myself. I couldn’t will myself into being; that’s solely God’s work. However, the Lord did work through means to get me here. He didn’t just snap His fingers and—zap!—there I was. He used my parents to create that peculiar genetic casserole known as me. Pop quiz time: 1. Did you do anything to be born? 2. Did you come into being apart from means? Answers: no and no.You did nothing to be born, and you didn’t just appear out of nowhere.The Lord used means to create you (parents, pods, whatever— I’m not one to judge). Most people get these two questions right when it comes to being born. But a lot of people get it wrong when it comes to salvation. There’s a
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