Suppose there is someone who does not exactly know his age. He wants to find the register of his birth, and he tries but cannot find it. Now, what is the inference he draws from not being able to tell the day of his birth?
Well, I'll tell you one conclusion he does not reach: he does not say, "Therefore, I am not alive." If the man is alive, he is alive whether he knows his birthday or not.
And, if the man really trusts in Jesus and is alive from the dead he is a saved soul, whether he knows exactly when and where he was saved or not!
You ask me when I gave my heart to Christ?
I cannot tell.
The day, or just the hour, I do not now
Remember well.
It must have been when I was all alone
The light of His forgiving Spirit shone
Into my heart, so clouded o'er with sin;
I think 'twas then I trembling let Him in;
I do not know—I cannot tell you when —
I only know He is so dear since then.
You ask me where I gave my heart to Christ?
I cannot say.
That sacred place has faded from my sight
As yesterday.
Perhaps He thought it better I should not
Remember where. How I should love that spot!
I think I could not tear myself away,
For I should wish forever there to stay.
I do not know—I cannot tell you where—
I only know He came and blessed me there.
You ask me why I thought this loving Christ
Would hear my prayer?
I knew He died upon the cross for me—
I nailed Him there!
I heard His dying cry: "Father, forgive!"
I saw Him drink death's cup that I might live;
My head was bowed upon my breast in shame.
He called me, and in penitence I came.
He heard my prayer! I cannot tell you how,
Nor when, nor where; only I love Him now.