If you were saved when you were six years old, can you feel the greatness of the sinfulness from which you were rescued?
Or to put the question even more pointedly: If you have no recollection of ever being an unbeliever, can you really sing, “Amazing grace! How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me”?
Is Memory the Measure of Reality?
My mother told me that I professed faith when I was six. She told me the time and place. I have no recollection of it. In fact, I have no recollection of anything when I was six. If memory is the measure of reality, my life is becoming more unreal every day! So, my question is this: Does my experience at six dictate the measure of my amazement that God saved me?
No. At age 71, with no memory of ever being an unbeliever, I am amazed that God saved me. I know of no season in my life that I would want to go back to when I felt more wonder and thankfulness at God’s saving grace in my life. The sinfulness from which I have been (and am being) saved is as appalling to me in this season of my life as it has ever been. I have no hesitation in singing, “He saved a wretch like me.”
How can that be?
There are six reasons that Christians like me can feel the greatness of our sinfulness, and the wonder of grace, even if we have no recollection of ever being an unbeliever.