Thursday, December 27, 2012

If you’re a Christian, your name is written in the Book of Life. The names of those who said, ‘I didn’t buy into that Christian stuff they were always trying to cram down my throat,’ or ‘I needed my space,’ or ‘I had to explore various aspects of spirituality,’ aren’t.

‘But I lived a pretty good life,’ they’ll protest.
Yet the books wherein are recorded the reasons for everything they ever did will prove otherwise ...

‘I was an outstanding member of Rotary.’
Yes — but the books indicate it was to make some business contacts.

‘Oh, but I gave blood.’
Perhaps — but the books indicate you were paid $25 in return.

‘But I saved the whales, marched for peace, built homes for the homeless.’
All well and good — but you did so to hear the applause of men.

You see, God made us in such a way that we are spared from remembering the sins we have committed. He let us remember enough sin to make us aware of our need for salvation — but not every motive, every word of gossip, every cutting comment, every angry feeling. When the books are opened, the utter weight of all one’s sin will come to light. God sends no one to hell. By the time Volume 167 of one’s sins is opened, it’s as if he cries, ‘Depart from me for I am a sinful man,’ and sends himself to the lake of fire.

That’s why I am so glad I’m saved. The Bible says the ‘handwriting of ordinances that was against us’ — all of our mistakes, sins, failures — were blotted out by the blood of Jesus Christ (Colossians 2:14). In other words, the pages and pages containing my sin are all illegible because they’re covered with the red blood of Jesus.

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