There is one sure thing in life, we will die. Death will come to me, it will come to you. If you don’t believe in God, is it because of the lies you have heard?
I spent years questioning everything, asking big questions, never really finding answers … except One. The One who came to save. He is the One who catches me so I won’t spend forever without hope and without God.
I believe that is what hell is, to be without God, suspended, alone, without hope of ever seeing anyone again. Solitary confinement without end. Hell is not some dark costume party that has Pink Floyd background music and booze being passed around. That is a lie. There will never be enough booze to dull hell. It is not going to be a good time.
If I do not admit my mistakes and faults with an honest heart, if I do not acknowledge Him, the One who died to pay for all the crappy things I’ve done or thought, I am promised this: deep disappointment. I have everything to lose by not being honest with myself, and more importantly, with God. We all have so much to lose.
One day when we see the angel who is the father of lies (John 8:44), I wonder, will we be surprised of what he looks like? What, no red horns? No black cape? No majesty? Surely, he must have some majesty and power, right?
Will we stand in disbelief and regret, will we lash out in desperate anger when he laughs at us saying, “You were so easy, you believed the lies I told you.”
Lies he whispers to me:
“If God is so good, then why are you suffering?”
“If God is real, then why can’t you see Him?”
“If you were a better person, maybe God could love you.”
What lies do you hear?