A few weeks back, my wife and I went out on a much-needed date night. Everything was set—we had a babysitter and plans to check out a new and popular Mexican restaurant. The night was going well. We even found parking, a miracle in DC. When we got to the restaurant, I skipped past the long line right up to the receptionist with pride. After all, I had a reservation, and those poor souls didn’t.
What happened next was shocking. Our name wasn’t on the list. But how could this be? Surely, they’d made an error on their end. I had my reservation, and I could prove it. I opened my phone, eager to prove my good works, only to find out that I had made a reservation for the wrong date. How humiliating. I then proceeded to sincerely plead my case to why they should give us a table—we have three kids with a fourth on the way and date nights are exceedingly rare—but my sincerity wasn’t enough.
I imagine that’s how many people live their lives today. They think they’re right with God when they are not. They are sincere in their assurance. But they are sincerely wrong.
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