I had a dream the other night.
A large crowd was gathered music-festival style on a grassy mountaintop with no agenda at hand; It was livin’ life, having a good time. Clouds began to billow and it started to rain. But not just any rain. This would be that gangster Noah-style rain. Rain that wouldn’t stop for days and there would be no ark, no escaping for anyone. Level 10.
A nice building was nearby. The crowds gathered inside and knew what was taking place but no one cared. It was “eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die” mentality. No one mentioned the impending doom.
I found each one of my siblings individually in the crowds. “I hafta ask you this as we all know what’s going to happen next.”
This rain would continue as it splashed on our toes in the grass. None of us would be alive tomorrow.
“Eternity is quite a long time, I’m asking if you’re ready.Where will you go when you die? “
My sister said she wasn’t interested in the “fairy tales and it’ll all work out just fine: “I mean, heaven as a place where there’s no weeping, no hurting or pain? Sounds kinda silly. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“You’ve had your fair share of pain, so it must be hard to believe you could actually have a life without it,” I responded. I hugged her knowing that would be the last time I’d see her.
Same response. Not interested in finding out what was next beyond the moment. “Everyone’s having a great time right now.”
“Brother, when I was little, I always thought that the Lord would be doing some End Time stuff when I was in the prime of my life. And here we are.” I looked over and saw my littlest love, Azel, just past one year old playing on the ground. My second born playing outside in the rain.
My brother responded, “Yeah, weird, I thought the same thing back then.”
I asked him if he was ready for eternity and right with the Lord. I remember telling him I had incredible peace about what was next as I saw my children playing innocently, knowing in just a few hours we’d be with Jesus.
I woke up.
All of life and time are rushing towards eternity. That morning, I took my son to school which is normally a 10 min drive. A full hour later, I was finally pulling into the school’s parking lot, exhausted from all the “Are we there yet?”s. There had been a bad accident on Palm Bay Rd. Someone lost their life, just headed out on a beautiful morning for a bike ride and didn’t make it home. What were their plans that day? Who are their loved ones? What side of eternity had they chosen or ignored?
Jesus offers us a clean slate. It’s not religion but a right relationship with God. “A proposal with His outstretched arms”, as my husband says when he officiates weddings, “that we can either accept or reject.” We have a choice.
“For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord.” (romans 6:23)
Some great questions to consider:
- What are my spiritual beliefs and what are they founded on?
- To you, who is Jesus?
- If you died tonight, where would you go and why?
- If what you’re believing is not true, would you want to know?
Idk about you but it seems to me that people are turned off by religion but still want to be a good person. But how good is good enough? And what do you do with the ugly heart problem that creeps up? We’ve all been found guilty in one way or another.
“for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,” (romans 3:23)
In a conversation I recently had with someone, it was brought up how flawed the church has been in some areas, and if that’s what Christianity is all about, they want nothing to do with it. And I hafta agree. I’ve been plenty hurt by a careless words or personal ideals by those that claim to follow Him.
But I’ve come to realize, that Jesus still thought it was worth it to crawl up on that cross and die a gruesome, horrific death to save those same imperfect people in (and outside) the Church. If you’re looking for a perfect person in the church, you ain’t gonna find ’em. (because I go to church, people, please.) Will I base my eternity on the flaws of others? Will you? Or will I see the value and sacrifice in what He’s done- and fix my eyes unto Him who is the Author and Perfecter of my faith who endured much, regardless of the sin stains that He saw. There was a reason He ran His race, and it wasn’t in the name of religion, for me to be a good person. It was for love…completed with a red, blotchy, tear-stained face that pairs well with my redemption, a relationship with my Creator.
And as much as I’ve been wounded in the church, I’ve also been loved, prayed for, surrounded by, supported and healed by people who really love Him, just like He intended it- glory to God. From my experience, wounds don’t stay open if you seek Him to do something about it.
“Jesus said, ‘I am the way, the Truth and the Life, no one comes to the Father, except through me.'” John 14:6.
May all your wrestling bring you to a true, life changing encounter with the One who loves you, who knows your name and calls you to be His very own, flaws and all.
“I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better. I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people, and his incomparably great power for us who believe.” Ephesians 1:17-18
And I’m not going to stand and wait
Not going to leave it until it’s much too late
On a platform I’m going to stand and say
That I’m nothing on my own
And I love you, please come home
My song is love, is love unknown
And I’ve got to get that message home
“His purpose was for the nations to seek after God and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him—though he is not far from any one of us. Acts 17:27