For the literally hell-bound world, there will be a more permanent, scarier than anything a favorite horror author or movie mogul can put together, alarm clock waiting on the other side. And it will not be shut off—cannot be snoozed—for all of eternity.
I read a news report just yesterday about a couple who was living, this time, in Oregon. Their two young children were once again in foster care, and they, while on vacation from these precious young gifts from God, were having their own party.
With fast-food set aside for the inevitable munchies and drinks for the anticipated dry-mouth, they enjoyed their intimate drugfest and crashed on the living-room floor.
For the romantic drug user, this may be touted as the ultimate high—to die together in oblivion.
While the agnostic—the atheist—or the general unbeliever, the thought may be, “Oh well, we all live and die; why not go out in a mellow party with the one you love?”
And yet, in those last gaspy breaths while unable to move or think clearly…did they wish to talk? To reach out? To hold one another? They were so gone that they could not get up to touch one another or to eat, or drink, to call for help to the neighbor who peeked in their open door, to speak to anyone or to even use the bathroom.
What did they see? Were they able to remember what they had been taught about God? Jesus? Sin and the need for repentence, or how they might be saved from what awaited on the other side?
Were they ever taught in our ever-changing world of “anything goes” and “all roads lead to heaven” about God?
Unfortunately, none of us knows what really happened in those last grasps at breath or cognitive thought. We will not know what will ping-pong through our own brains…what doubts will agonize as we grapple for another chance…for a life-line…until we are there in their place.
Until the curtain closes most will not know if they should have listened to the person with the best looks or the smoothest talk…or the one who made them uncomfortable as they spoke straight from the Bible.
Chances are most will disagree with me—but I will not apologize—I really enjoy reading the Bible. I consider it THE Word of God. It tells me times will be rough and the road will most likely be bumpy on the way out. BUT it also tells me how the story ends—and I love great endings! Where the bad guy gets what he deserves (justice) and, unlike Hollywood, there will be NO sequels. After all, how can a happily-ever-after sequel include Jason or Freddie or any other man-made monster or even a man-made solution?
When God says “It is finished”…believe…for salvation…for eternity…for peace of mind!