Before the Lord saved me, people who loved me would occasionally try to tell me about Jesus and how much I needed Him. I would listen with my eyes open but my ears closed. I was not in the least bit interested for three reasons:
1. I was a nice person already.
2. I had a religion already.
3. My church took care of all “that stuff” (salvation, good standing before God) for me.
I didn’t need Jesus, I had THE church. I remember scoffing inwardly at the pathetic rascal talking to me because, rather than me needing Who he had, he needed what I had.