I am a wreck.
When I die, and meet my Lord, and He asks me “Friend, what have you done with your life?”, am I going to let my answer be “I lay about in bed, played video games and searched the Internet for pictures that pleased me. But I prayed once in a while.” And when He says “Have you fed My lambs?”, am I going to answer “I buy the odd multipack of Diet Coke and cookies for my flatmate”? When He looks deep into my heart and sees the evil and selfishness I’ve nurtured over years and says “How could you be on your knees day after day, saying you loved Me, and let this wickedness consume your heart?”, how on earth am I to contradict Him?
And should He ask to look into my purse, am I to open it and take out to show Him the same gold coin He gave me when I was born? I don’t want to stand there and watch Him weep over the death of a beloved but damned hypocrite He had tried His almighty, omnipotent best to save. Am I really so ignorant and stupid as to lie in my corner, lazy and useless, while Satan laughs and dusts my cell? Am I going to walk about with eyes that do not see and ears that do not hear and hands that do not do anything, like my ancestors the Pharisees? Have I learned nothing from the teachings of Jesus? After all this time, do I still not know Him?
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