I need to get something off my chest.
I need to be transparent and authentic (words Christians love).
I need to confess something.
Whenever the minister asks us to close our eyes so that people can raise their hands indicating a salvation moment, I peek.
That’s a lie. I don’t peek.
I look.
I count hands.
I survey the room in an ocular way. (That’s fancy talk for eyeballs. I’m wicked smart these days.)
I look. I can’t help myself, and it turns out I’m not alone. A few months ago, after just such a bow-your-head moment, my wife said to me, “Hey that biker guy gave his life to Christ.”
I immediately shamed her for looking and judged her. That’s part of being a Proverbs 32 husband. Look it up, it’s in there.
Now it’s your turn. You ready to come clean?
Have you ever looked during the salvation moment?
