Hell is where the cool people are.


Do you know someone who has said they aren’t concerned about hell cause all their friends are there?  Well, perhaps they’re right.   But what they don’t  consider is the following.

There are a lot of things in hell.  And there are a whole lot of things that aren’t there.  Identity is not there.  You have no name and no one cares.  No tomorrows, only regrets for what you did or failed to do in your yesterdays.

Nothing to divert your attention from your failings.  No sky.  No ground.   No sleep.  No gadgets to help you pass the time.

You will remember that you are guilty of sin.  That memory will be with you without relief forever.  You will consider your everlasting fear and desire that your loved ones don’t share the same fate.  But you will be utterly helpless to help them.  And the simple pain of your self purchased torment will never leave.

What freedoms you have now, from activity to hope, will no longer exist.  Yea your friends might be there.  But neither you or they will find the slightest solace in that fact.

Turn away from folly and pride.  What good will they do you in hell?  Humble yourself before God.  As it say, “Humble yourself before the Lord and He will lift you up.”  Or not.  The choice belongs to you.

Please share this.  Perhaps one or two will read it and come to an understanding.

Beautiful agony


Agony (Garden)

Image by Cajie via Flickr

I am caught up, and that for the rest of my life, in such a beautiful anxiety; an agony of love.  Every person I meet is a possible brother or sister of mine.  Oh how I yearn to see Christ in them!  And this anxiety presents itself in a distinct peace.  For I know that this desire, when fanned into flame, will produce the love necessary to accomplish His Will.

Father, I rest in You.  Through the power of Your Holy Son I rest in You.  Even in this anxiety so tender and sweet, I rest in You.  May Your will be done forever!  Amen.

 

By His Grace.

Depression


I read many blogs from people who are depressed.  Some are considered clinical in their depression.  To all who suffer with depression I have a note:

I too suffered a great period of depression.  Death and self torture were part of my every waking moment.  So why am I able to cope without all that now?  I often read their blogs and consider what made the difference.  I know it was Jesus who lifted me out of that sink hole.  But if I tell that to you, you think to yourself, “He just doesn’t understand.  He’s just another one of those questionably helpful sort”. 

If telling you what Jesus has done for me would help, I’d spend all my time writing.   But I know it won’t help many who are still in it.  I can’t help you.  The medication won’t take it away, it only reduces the symptoms.  Jesus is the answer you’re looking for.  But I can’t make you believe that.   And certainly, the doctors and even the entire world won’t tell you Jesus is the answer.  So why believe me?  Because I testify that He does help the helpless! 

“You will seek me and find me when you look for me with all your heart, and I will be found by you”.  Right now you have nothing.  What have you got to lose by seeking for His help with all your heart?

By His Grace.