No Labels Please

I have had occasion to reflect on coming to Jesus. You see on that night when I surrendered, accepted, repented, got saved etc.. I did not have much of a theology. That night I did not consider the virgin birth, or the inerrancy of Scripture. I did not consider baptism modes, church attendance, or worship styles. I was not Reformed, Baptist, Charismatic, or anything other than a sinner, painfully aware of his lostness. So as Bob Carpenter shared the gospel with me I heard Rev.3:20 as invitation. I did know and believe at that moment that Jesus's death was for my sin, that He loved me and that He was alive and offering me forgiveness. I knew God was asking to sit at my table and I at His. I knew at that moment I wanted God and He wanted me. In the years to come I would consider other things. I would be at times Baptist, Charismatic, Reformed and even Fundamentalist! I would try to plant churches and reform churches. I would teach and teach and teach... I would tout discipleship, small groups, house churches, purpose driven living, missional community, on and on... In each season I would loose sight of Jesus and He would have to bring me back around. So what am I saying? Perhaps the words to this hymn say it best " My hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus' blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name." I am a sinner made a saint and I just want to know Jesus and love him and follow him. I have learned that I am a leaf and He is the Wind. Perhaps I am naive or deceived. But at this point in the journey...no labels please.