silence.
my whole life? surely, there must be something good I have done, something that would make me worthy of a happy afterlife. hands clasped tightly behind my back I look up to the ceiling trying to recall a brave deed, a selfless act, all the money I tithed to charities while on earth. as the words come tumbling out they sound hollow, even to my ears. complete emptiness. I can never deserve heaven, I have done nothing good enough, I am not good enough. my sinfulness can be seen, felt. I am deserving only of damnation.
the Judge, so holy and just that He can deliver no other sentence, opens His mouth... just then a side door opens and the Judge's son enters and looks at me, recognition dawning on his face.
'it's okay Dad, I know her.'
- - - - - -
people say it's all about who you know. that's how movie stars rise to the top, how CEO's land the job, how backstage passes get handed out. you have to know somebody in the biz, be connected in some way with someone of importance, someone in the elite group. salvation is no different.
do you know Jesus?
if there is nothing else I do in life, it should be to get to know better and more fully the savior of my soul. the one who gave his life for me, who paid the price for my sin (natural and behavioral) and will put in a good word for me when I stand before God at the end of my life. we can't earn God's favor, that is so incredibly impossible.
it won't matter what job I have, where I live or who I'm married to. it will only matter that I know Jesus Christ, and that he knows me back.
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