The other day while reading that great literary tome, The Readers Digest, I happened across a fascinating story. It was about a gal who felt faint and passed out... right onto the tracks of a subway in New York City. And, you guessed it, the headlight of an oncoming train illuminated her unconscious body. Roadkill for sure, except for the heroic effort of a bystander who risked his life and pulled her to safety. The profundity of this tale hit me harder than a bullet train. Here's the deal...
There's a speeding locomotive about to pulverize you to bits. If I didn't warn you or try to pull you to safety, what kind of jerk would I be? This is my attempt to whip out my superhero cape and try to save your life, or better yet, God's attempt.
Most people I've met think they're a pretty good person. How about you? Does your good outweigh your bad? Then you'll probably go to heaven when you die, right? You couldn't be more wrong. Passed out on the tracks kind of wrong.
See, there's not one good person on the face of this earth. Never has been, never will be. Having more points in your good column than in your bad does not erase those bad marks. I know, I know...what or who gets to define what is good or what is bad?
God does. Plus, as a bonus, He's written it down so you don't have to guess. Ever hear of the Ten Commandments? Yep. That's His writing. So, how do you measure up?
Have you ever told a lie? Come on, even a 'little white' one? Leviticus 19:11 says plain and simple, "Do not lie."
How about stolen anything? Paperclips from the office, a quarter from your mom's purse, a piece of candy off someone's desk...taking anything without permission is stealing. And it's wrong. Exodus 20:15 "You shall not steal."
Then there's the whole thing about sex. Ever look at a fine specimen of the opposite gender and think less than wholesome thoughts? Jesus says in Matthew 5:28, "But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart." The same applies to women ogling men, and adultery is definitely a no-no. "You shall not commit adultery." Exodus 20:14
Using our human standards of justice, if you break a law, you're sent before a judge. God's no different. You break His laws, you face Him, the great judge of all time. I've given you three of ten of His standards. How are you measuring up?
Personally, I'm a lying, thieving, adulterer-at-heart...and then some. On my court date, I'll be sent to the big house for sure. Justice must be served. A ruling sentence must be handed down for the breaking of laws. The sentence is eternal, and the jail is pretty stinkin' hot. Hellish, as a matter of fact.
That's bad news for sure. The wrath of a holy God is not something I ever want to face. That's the speeding locomotive I'm trying to warn you about.
There is some good news, however. Just like that lady who was pulled from the path of the oncoming subway train, there is a way for you to be lifted up to safety...derail God's wrath, so to speak.
His name is Jesus. I'm sure you've heard of him, but have you ever really listened? Do yourself a favor. Listen now. When God hands out your eternal sentence for breaking His rules, it's Jesus who is willing to step in front of you and say, "Hey, I'll take that sentence. I'll pay the fine for this lawbreaker."
But why? Why would he do a thing like that for someone like you? Why would God allow him to?
Because He is God and because He loves you. Very much. So much that two thousand years ago, He took on the wrath that should've been yours. Romans 6:23 says, "The wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus."
You don't have to wait until you die to get to know this amazing love, this amazing God. You can know Him here and now. "God says, at just the right time, I heard you. On the day of salvation, I helped you. Indeed, the right time is now. Today is the day of salvation." (2 Cor. 6:2) Turn away from the things you know God wouldn't want you doing. Trust in what Jesus did on that cross, that He paid your debt.
And on the day that you come face-to-face with Him, you'll be mighty glad you trusted in the strongest superhero of all time, Jesus Christ.
I hear voices. Loud. Incessant. And very real. Which basically gives me
two options: choke back massive amounts of Prozac or write fiction. I chose the
latter. Way cheaper. I've been writing since I discovered blank wall space and
Crayolas. I seek to glorify God in all that I write...except for that graffiti
phase I went through as a teenager. Oops. Did I say that out loud?