Faith

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
if I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take



One of the aspects of being Christian that I find the most challenging is the concept of dying and salvation. The grace offered to us is, if I am honest, so difficult to swallow. The whole idea that I can not earn my salvation seems to be such a mystery to a control freak like me.

My mind wanders back to the concepts of little children and the wonder that they posses.

~Daddy why is the sky so blue?

~Mommy, if my skin gets too dirty, can I take it off?

~If I close my eyes, you can't see me.

~When I turn off the TV the little people in there stay right where they are.

~The bad guys all wear black.
(Except now days they wear wear all sorts of things...but people my AGE think black.)

~If I get enough helium balloons I really could fly to the moon.

My Christian heart truly struggles whenever death visits, for it is during mourning that faith is questioned. People will say things that I know are not true and I am a coward. My mouth fills with cotton and I fail. I miss God's appointment to really tell them.

The gates of heaven are opened by one thing, Jesus. The way in is Him.

Yes, there will be people there I don't expect to see. Yes, no ONE will earn the right to be there. Yes, all religions will be checked at the door.

But why do I miss my chance? What do I fear? Last I heard, very few Christian are being burned at the stake and beheaded right now in history. Later, yes. But not right now.

Chickenshit.

At the funeral I suffered in silence as people said nicey-nicey things about heaven and hell. But no one talked about the Way, the Truth and the Light.

~Daddy, if I die, will I go to heaven?


Do you know the answer? Only if you believe in Jesus.