Does anyone get saved anymore?

This blog is in response to....art. Am I missing something? Does anyone get saved anymore? Before I get to the obvious, I just want to bring attention to the piece of art on the right side of my blog. This is an etching done by Winslow Homer, who was an American landscape painter and printmaker, best known for his marine subjects. He is considered one of the foremost painters in 19th century America and a preeminent figure in American art. I am not an expert on art, but I wanted to type in the word "saved" in the google toolbar and see what happened. I came up with the usual trash, but this etching, called Saved, was a treasure. Just stare at it for awhile...no really...I dare not explain it.

This etching almost made me cry...almost. Maybe it would have been beneficial for the tears to come rolling out. But when I look at this in juxtaposition to the question, "Does anyone get Saved anymore?" It makes me want to go tell the man at Weigels about the love of God. Yes it is great when the preacher prays for 10 souls on Sunday morning. It is amazing when the evangelist prays for 10,000 in a meeting half way around the world. But it is absolutly precious when one leads one...when one unknown man saves a limp and tired soul out of the dangerous sea of, well...hell.

Now to the obvious. Yes, people get saved...still. I think the question is...Does anyone get saved around me anymore? Even my son is praying for people at school...I need to take a class from him.

I was coming back from a missions trip back in the year 2000 from Peru. We just saw around 1200-1500 people give their life to Christ. On the plane ride from Lima to Miami, I had an older man, well in to his 60's sit next to me. When the plane took off, I was gong to sleep, but this gentleman had other plans. I really don't remember how the conversation went, but he started asking us about what our group was doing since we all had goofy t-shirts on. I started talking to him about the Lord. He was an atheist. Well, we spoke for about 5 hours. When the plane was about to land I asked him if he wanted to give his life to Christ. He hesitated...then said yes. As we were praying, the lights of the plane went out, the only sound was our voices. Then the lights came back on. While wiping tears from his eyes...he thanked me. The reason I write this is because of the painting. I totally thank God for the 1500 souls that week. But the face I remember that week is the soul that moves me the most. I know it's not about me...but wow! God etched a beautiful picture in that plane...and it is priceless to Him.

So look at the etching again...what do you see?