- Are you InDwelt?
- Why should they let you into Heaven?
- (If you opt out of these questions, friend, may I ask you if it’s that you DON’T (now) believe, or that you WON’T believe? Just curious…)
But that “simplicity” was just for time’s sake; I’d MUCH rather break it down a bit better for you:
Are you InDwelt?
By WHOM are you indwelt?
If there is a hell, why do you think you’re not going there?
Why?
If there is a heaven, do you think you’re getting in?
Why?
And…
Is it that you DO NOT believe, or that you WILL NOT believe?
(If you suspect that you and hell are destined for each other–a match made in–akh, NO, God Forbid!)–then what do you plan to do about that? Surely you aren’t just going to accept it passively or just fume internally about how “the way things work” is, like, “SO NOT-FAIR…!”
Like, literally; if there is even a 1 per cent chance that there IS a hell, and that you can ABSOLUTELY decide whether you go there or not (note that you can DECIDE whether to go there or not, aka it is NOT that God SENDS peeps to hell–aka He Made it for the rebellious angels that were trying to bomb heaven) then, like…
Why would you CHOOSE to go to hell… when you don’t have to?
Hell isn’t just for rebellious angels who tried to bomb heaven, but for the humans who joined the charge against heaven. Even if they weren’t OFFICIALLY in cahoots with Lucy Fur.
Meaning, even if they were being neutral in the War Against Heaven thing, the humans ended up furthering the anti-heaven cause. Meaning they (perhaps inadvertently) HELPED Lucy Fur, meaning that, even if they didn’t CHOOSE the devil, even if they didn’t DISS the cause of heaven (and JESUS CHRIST), they did NOT choose to GO to heaven. Meaning they did not CHOOSE to work With–and For–Jesus. Which means they necessarily–even “by exclusion” or “by default” –DID choose to go to hell.
Aka “If you are not choosing Heaven, then you ARE choosing HELL.”
I BEG you, friend, to decide THIS VERY MOMENT to choose HEAVEN, choose LIFE…choose JESUS, The CHRIST. <3
sb
PS
I know that LOTS of people would consider this “fear-mongering,” but…
If the words ARE TRUTH, then I can’t be put off enough or scared enough by the fact that they ARE or COULD BE scary.
(ie If I saw a mouse scrambling across the floor, closing my eyes or hiding from it will not change the fact that it be there. And this DID, in fact, happen to me IRL, btw. Akh.)
If the words ARE TRUTH, then I can’t and WON’T ignore them or (try to) con myself into thinking that they are NOT true–just because I don’t like them. Not JUST “to join the winning side, even if it means I’m basically selling out,” but rather because MY DISLIKE of a system does NOT cancel OUT the system (sorry for caps, my hands hurt and hitting italics would break me at the current moment, hehe <3
Oh! Heh… :)) aka “Just coz I’m annoyed at my injuries and arthritis and stuff does NOT mean I can just ignore the physical limitations imposed by damage and or malfunctioning.
Like that Robby Benson (or was it Travolta?) character in The Boy In The Plastic Bubble film (not the real story but just the film), remember? His immune system could not handle the outside (this is also something I know a little about hehe :)) and even though he was being all daring and wanting to snag a smooch from the girl next door and feel fresh air for the first time in his life and just LIVE for once (for the first time in his life), that daring and “courageous” act only served to END his (brief) life. Because his body was not made for that environment.
Just as my body was not made for the environment of the Mediterranean Sea, or, more specifically, a whirlpool in a reasonably shallow and (ostensibly-) “safe” portion of those waters.
(I was eight, and God TOTALLY Saved me from drowning. Or perhaps He Just Brought me back to life; I’d been under for over three minutes, according to the fishermen who kindly fished me out of the cyclone and shook the trash out of me to get the water out of my lungs.
(I am most grateful to them–and more so, God!–for that rescue! My ankles and legs are still messed up from their vigorous water-removal shakery, but at least I’m alive! Aka Sometimes we DO get a second chance after straying into something God Didn’t Intend for us, and while we ARE, in fact, alive, we also have a limitation now that He never Meant. Though He Can DEFINITELY use it, work with it, redeem it.)
My point in all this is to say that, like… to the person who hides behind “I don’t have any evidence that God Is ACTUALLY there, aka maybe there isn’t heaven and hell, aka “Why I gotta “live right” when the whole belief that heaven is there could actually be WRONG?”
To that person, I don’t think it’s a matter of “I DON’T believe” or “I don’t think that I CAN believe,” but rather–in my opinion–I believe that this dear one is truly saying “I WILL NOT believe.” Because “God didn’t save my granny! So either He Does NOT Exist, or… He DOES, but He MEAN!” in which case, the problem is that dear soul’s understanding of sovereignty. But that’s another story for another day.
A truth that stings–like rubbing alcohol, mayhap–is better, in the long run, than an opiate masking the pain of an open (or unhealed and festering) wound that desperately needs to be cleaned up, reconnected, and healed so well that you can barely see the scar.
Irony Number One is that some people use alcohol (the other kind) TO numb the pain of wounds and improperly-healed injuries. (Emotional ones, I mean… Many of which were CAUSED by alcohol, actually. Isn’t it ironic how we often throw ourselves into the very (type of) trauma that caused a wound in the first place? Someone that’s been abused becomes violent or promiscuous (not always, I know). Someone whose parent was unavailable (or abusive) due to alcohol or addiction will often find solace (false and harmful and temporary) in something similar.
“It’s all I know, though” or “it feels familiar” or even “it must be in my blood..!” I know, I know, I’ve heard those things before–and I’ve said those things before, too. (Just coz it “feels like home” doesn’t mean it’s healthy or safe, tho, btw.)
And I do know that some will use their early experiences to fuel their tribute to Scarlett O’Hara, aka “I will NEVER be like that (again)!” Like the one whose relatives are all “pudgy,” who vows to NEVER be overweight, and spends much time in the gym and securing healthy, non-pudgy meal options. But anyway. Moving on…
Irony 1.79736 is that Faith (In God) is often CALLED an “Opiate” (sorry, Charlie… or Karlie. Um, never mind…) because peeps (allegedly) put up with trash on earth “due to faith, aka opiate,” which I can understand, tho I can ALSO understand that if God IS REAL and The Bible IS HIS WORD, and IS TRUE (And TRUTH, aka JESUS Is GOD) THEN… for someone to IGNORE that fact–in order to live the way they want here on earth, without guilt and without “having to answer to anyone!” (even tho we know that “just coz I don’t believe it or in it does NOT make it so. What I don’t believe in, I mean.”)… aka “It’s just as opiate, if not more so, to think “there is no God!” because one is mad At Him, because that vexation At Him is making the person put on a blinder with his own hands, aka I KNOW I’m closing my eyes to what’s real and in front of me. But you can’t stop me!”)
Irony The Second is that the instruments used to help us get to healing–beyond alcohol or other stinging substances, there may be needles, scalpels, sutures, forcep thingies, blades, grabbers, holding-openness helpers (retractors??) etc.–may hurt even more than the original injury-causer did (and or they may CAUSE more HARM… initially. Like if you tripped and broke a leg which set improperly which means OUCHIES before phewww.
The point is simply this: It’s only logical and rational to accept the fact and operate or decide accordingly. (aka One is ONLY USING LOGIC and REASON and RATIONALNESS and can be logical and rational ONLY WHEN operating on FACT instead of feeling.
Which is not to say that one must DISREGARD one’s feelings about a fact when deciding something, but rather that it would behoove them to NOT “THINK WITH” their feelings, and especially not ONLY their feelings.
It is more honest (and more helpful to the person’s welfare and or well-being) to acknowledge truth and facts (and even just “logical possibilities”) and go from there, than it is to say “this claim is DEF NOT TRUE, but this one HAS to be true, coz the FIRST claim CANNOT be true!”
Coz of that whole “either or fallacy” (can’t there be a third or 16th option?), but also because… if each claim has just as many “holes in it” as the other, then, like… on what basis does one make that decision?
If “God Exists… and CREATED stuff!” and “Big Bang, evolution, bada-bing! NO GOD!” are just as “we can’t PROVE this, tho!” than the other, then what are we using to help us decide which has a greater likelihood of being true? What “more people” in the world are saying? What sounds “more human-friendly” or “less scary” or “kinder and gentler” or “more civilised” or “less annoying” or?
I’m not trying to steer you into what *I* consider to be The Truth, but rather, to this bit of wisdom that someone once said to me:
“Follow The Truth WHEREVER it leads.”
Truth is truth and that’s it.
“You get what you get, and you don’t throw a fit!” (overheard at a craft show, and said by Tim Holtz, whom I ADORE, hehe :))
In ANy case, I BEG you, friend, to say this right now:
“God, please MAKE YOURSELF REAL to me! HELP my unbelief! Increase my FAITH!”
You might secretly (or openly) feel this way, instead or in addition:
“God, I don’t know if You Are Real. But I ask You To MAKE YOURSELF REAL TO ME! Help my unbelief! (If You’re Real, I want to know You!)”
“God, I don’t know if You Are Real. I’m not sure I even WANT You To Be Real. But If You ARE, and You WANT to hang out and stuff, then, like… I’m down. Help me to want to hang out with You more, though. Coz, like… I like my life the way it be, but if I’m living WRONG, then please HELP me to BE and DO everything that You DESIGNED for me, and Made me to DO…as I live “my life” for YOU!”
(Uh oh, it’s RHYME TIME, beware, looool xD
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