Hell is real. Very real. Far too often the term is thrown around flippantly without much regard to it’s reality. When Christians bring it up, the world cries out: “bigot!”, “judgmental!”, “unloving!”…the list goes on. Many “Christians” do not believe in such a place. It’s a vital part of the Gospel; the knowledge and belief in the place the Jesus talked so much about.
Hell is on my mind tonight because my little hometown is experiencing a tragedy. A graduated student has overdosed and is in the hospital in critical condition. This guy has been to prison and has a long history with trouble. Very sad that, after being released from prison, he goes off and does this. I don’t claim to know all the details of what happened. But, I can’t help to mourn while looking through my Twitter feed. Many people, who I know are not Christians, are claiming to pray for him and are so sure that he is in a better place (many think that he has passed away, but he hasn’t).
No, he is not. If he were dead, He would be in Hell. I feel that the marks of a true Christian and the fruit talked about in James give me the grounds to be dogmatic about this. I don’t care if he said a prayer years ago to “receive” (whatever that means) Christ. It is such a tragedy that many don’t look at the marks of a believer and compare that to their loved ones and others who die. If you are saved, there are aspects that will be evident. They are a new creation for crying out loud! Many are afraid to think about the possibility that their loved one is in Hell right now. I understand that. I am not immune to that tendency. It is blasphemy for anyone to preach repentance of sin and then claim to the people that someone who has lived like the devil is going to heaven. Absolute blasphemy. Maybe it’s time for us to stop trying to please people and be Biblical. Maybe it’s appropriate for Christians to be bigots and narrow-minded in the eyes of the world. Maybe it’s time to stop being cowards and love the world through our proclamation of Truth.
It’s been quite a bit of time sense I’ve written here. I will spare the attempt to make a well-present introduction and get right to the points. I believe myself to be lost. Strayed away and distracted from a Godward direction. Sense my return home, I’ve been a wretched boy; playing around with things that do not satisfy my redeemed longings. I have not been a man, I have been a boy. Sleeping in and without much discipline for productive things. I have not been making time to be alone with my Lord but, instead, have made other “Lords” to distract me from it. I am not meditating on the Word. That is a lot of the reason of why I am so frustrated. Other reasons include that I am just plain empty. I feel so empty. So empty. So…empty.
There is a solution. It’s so simple, but is so difficult because of the love I’ve had for the World. I need to die. I need to die to myself and draw near to Him. I need to put myself at His disposal. I need to put my body at His disposal.
That is the solution. That has always been the solution. It’s proven itself to stimulate growth, deeper intimacy, and obedience with the Father.
Here’s what I am going to do: I am going to do that. Today, I will do that. I have been iced into my house for the past few days (The roads are icy). So, I am going to bundle up and take a walk and talk with Him. I will also listen to Him. Heck, I might even start singing to Him. Whatever happens, happens.
I’ve got so much to say but lack the attention and clarity of thought to be able to type it down into something that makes sense. I need to work on and complete an essay tonight. Maybe after, Lord willing, I will be able to really meditate and focus on what is important and worth writing down. Not to let my readers have something to read, but to give myself an organized way to think about my feelings and junk like that. It’s neat how writing/typing down things can do that for you. It’s also nice to know that people care about what you have to say. Anyway, I’ve procrastinated too long by typing this down. Bye.