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Today I was thinking...

While I was at lunch Laura was talking with another person about while I was in CCU. She said that while I was in CCU there was another person in CCU across from me. That made me think, why am I walking and talking while they are unsure about the other person? Is it because I am a Pastor? Is it because many people were praying for me? What about all the other people that had people praying for them?I don't know; I do know this: there is no scientific reason for me to be anything but laying in a hospital bed or in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.

I honestly do not have the answer to that question. I do know that I use every waking moment for God and for His cause. I know other people that have done the same thing and they do not receive the type of answer I did. Is it because I preach a pure Gospel? What about people that have preached a pure Gospel before me and do not have the type of answer I do? Maybe it is because I preach that you OUGHT to be baptized after you are saved, but you do not HAVE to be baptized to be saved. I think every person OUGHT to be willing to identify themselves with Christ through baptism, but I do not think that you have to be in order to be saved. After all, Paul, who was sent to lead as many Gentiles to Christ as possible, said that Christ did not send him to baptize but to preach the Gospel. If you are to understand Salvation properly, then you must differentiate between Salvation and Baptism.

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