Many years ago, when I first got saved, someone told me that the church he went to estimated that the number of saved would be 25%.
The reason he, told me, which I always thought made sense, was based on the parable of the seed and the four types of soil. The seed grew and produced fruit in only one of the four types, 25%.
Interesting thought.
I still marvel that God would have given me a heart to believe instead of just letting me go my own way on to hell with the rest of humanity. I mean, why me? Why not someone else?
I’ve spent my entire life watching good things happen to others and sometimes still cannot grasp that this time I’d be fortunate enough for it to be me.
[[I still marvel that God would have given me a heart to believe instead of just letting me go my own way on to hell with the rest of humanity. I mean, why me? Why not someone else?]]
Psa 149:4 For the LORD taketh pleasure in his people: he will beautify the meek with salvation.