My son got saved at church last Sunday. After a passionate sermon and a moving invitation, I peeked over just in time to see his hand shoot up.

I didn’t write down the date, though. He got saved the week before that, and the week before that, and a few weeks before that.

We’ve gotten to where we measure the success of a sermon by whether or not Bennett got saved.

My son isn’t confused about his salvation. He doesn’t doubt the genuineness of his original commitment to Christ or think that there is a statute of limitations on God’s grace. He understands that his first commitment was enough. He’s good and saved.

But his heart is so tender that when the Holy Spirit tickles it, he wants to respond in a demonstrative way. He wants to say, “Yes! Lord, whatever You’re asking, my answer is yes!” He wants to recommit himself to the Lord.

Over.

And over.

And over.

Again and again.

How… inspiring.

I hope that I never get too old or stale or comfortable or complacent that I stop responding when the Holy Spirit speaks. When the Lord tickles my heart, I want to be like my son. I want to say, “Yes! Lord, whatever You ask, my answer is yes!”

My son’s weekly commitment, or recommitment, to the Lord is a beautiful thing.

I pray that he never gets too old to recognize his need for a Savior. I pray that he never loses his first love. I pray that he never stops responding when the Holy Spirit tickles his heart. I pray that his faith is always fresh.

I pray that my faith stays fresh like that, too.

How fresh is your faith today?

“This is why I remind you to fan into flames the spiritual gift God gave you when I laid my hands on you.” 2 Timothy 1:6 (NLT)