Are you sure that you're sure? Are doubts plaguing your soul this morning? If so, there can be only two reasons.

One: you have trusted Christ as your Savior, but Satan wants to paralyze your spiritual growth and ministry. He knows that if you're not sure about your faith, you'll be hard-pressed to share it with anyone else. It will be a struggle to pray, to read God's word, to worship, to minister, if you keep coming back to this most essential of all questions.

So settle this issue with me, right now. Remember the time you asked Jesus Christ to forgive your sins and become your Savior. Realize that it takes as much faith today to believe he saved you as it did to trust him then. Drive a stake into the ground. And the next time doubts knock at your door, answer them with this fact: you are the child of God. And will be his child eternally.

Now you can dedicate your life to giving this gift to others. Make your work your mission field. Pray for your lost friends by name. Seize every opportunity to give what God has given to you. They will be grateful for all of eternity.

The other reason for doubts this morning may be that you're not sure you have ever met Jesus personally. You're good and believe in God, but you don't remember ever asking Christ to forgive your sins and save your soul. You have no assurance of salvation, because you have not received it as God's gift. You can receive it with me, this morning.

If you're far from the blessed assurance of faith, come home. You can, right now.

An English minister named Robert Robinson was a gifted preacher, poet, and hymn writer. After many years in the ministry, he began to drift in his spiritual life. He left the ministry, traveled to France, sank further into sin, and lost his assurance.

One night he was riding in a carriage with a Paris socialite who had recently become a believer. She was reading some poetry to him and asked, "And what do you think of this one?"

Come thou Fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace.

Streams of mercy never failing

Call for hymns of loudest praise.

When she looked over at him she saw him cry. "What do I think of it?" he asked in a broken voice. "I wrote it; but now I've drifted away from him and can't find my way back."

"But don't you see?" said the woman quietly. "The way back is written right here in the third line of your poem: 'Streams of mercy never ceasing.' Those streams are flowing even here in Paris tonight."

Robinson recommitted his life to Christ and regained his blessed assurance. That stream of mercy now flows in Dallas, to your soul today. This is the promise of God.