Sunday, December 18, 2011
Sendoff For Hitchens
I can't tell you how lucky I am God sent me grace. It was something I didn't deserve or earn. Frankly, I would never let people like me into heaven. God is so long suffering, so merciful and so charitable they even let some shabby old genetic leftover like me, a miserable son of Esau, every reason to be accursed forever, into Heaven.
I thought myself wise for 16 years as an atheist. God cared enough about me to lift the scales off my eyes and see myself as I really was. I can never repay that, it's too much.
Scripture says all you have to do is hold out that fond hope. Can you imagine? It's that easy. If you know what you have, keep the commandments to prove it. God is going to let you in on such lousy criteria you would not believe it. All the things people have told you are lies. There isn't anything you could do to deserve it. All men are filthy rags before God.
All you need is that fond hope of Christ fulfilling his promise to you when your repentance is genuine. Just a wisp of hope to carry you through your days. When the darkness comes it will be frightening but you will never know the terror that these wretched creatures endured. Let'em find you smiling, it will keep'em all guessing when you're gone. What did he know?
They'll say of you that he had some fond hope, it was given to him from the outside. He was still a man but somewhere in his heart he retained something of the child. That's all you need. Some foolish faith you clung to, against all hope.