I was shocked, confused, bewildered, as I entered Heaven’s door, not by the beauty of it all, nor the lights or its decor, but it was the folks in Heaven who made me sputter and gasp. The thieves, the liars, the sinners, the alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from the seventh grade who swiped my lunch money, twice. Next to him was my old neighbor who never said anything nice. Bob, who I always thought was rotting away in hell was sitting pretty on cloud nine, looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, “What’s the deal?” I would love to hear your take. How’d all these sinners get up here? God must have made a mistake. And why is everyone so quiet, so somber – give me a clue.
Hush, child, he said – they are all in shock. No one thought they would be seeing you.
Remember – just going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a truck. Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. Now it’s your turn.
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LIFE WITHOUT GOD IS LIKE AN UNSHARPENED PENCIL – IT HAS NO POINT!