So what would be the point of fussing over whether any person is "saved" in this moment? That could change. I don't know whether I'm saved in this moment. If that bothers you, because Luther, Calvin, or "Jesus Loves Me" said so, get over it. Mother Church says moral certainty is really all we have.
I don't want Benny Hinn to burn in the fires of Hell. I don't want anyone to end up there. Why is this shocking? Is there a point of doctrinal or moral error where we get to utter some pious version of, "We don't like you"? That's not how this works; that's not how any of this works.
I'm all about drawing lines in the sand, as it were. If you don't believe me, check the archives. But I'm going to talk incessantly about the mercy of God, the unyielding, unchanging, unquenchable fire that is Love. Judgment is all the more terrible when you begin to understand.
I don't think anyone should dare to proclaim the gospel of Jesus Christ until they have reflected on what it would mean for someone to be separated from everything good, forever. This isn't just columns on a ledger; this is the real thing. I need all of you to know that I have never been wronged enough to wish for this. There's no way. And I've been wronged, big time. Possibly worse than you have; maybe not. I do know that the Last Things brings clarity to each moment; it puts everything into perspective. My heart indeed burns with so much affection, I wish that God's justice would never come. It will, however, and we will say, "Lord, all your judgments are just and true." Yet if the Lord does not desire the death of the wicked, why do you, O foolish person?
There is no greater tragedy than to watch a person made in the image of God destroy themselves, or to waste this limited time on Earth serving themselves, instead of God and others. Anyone who truly believes this doesn't waste time in idle chatter about wheat and tares.
Maybe some people are busy defending a soteriology, instead of proclaiming Christ, I don't know. I just know "Do not judge, lest you be judged" seems to say to me that I'm the one with the plank in my eye.
I don't want Benny Hinn to burn in the fires of Hell. I don't want anyone to end up there. Why is this shocking? Is there a point of doctrinal or moral error where we get to utter some pious version of, "We don't like you"? That's not how this works; that's not how any of this works.
I'm all about drawing lines in the sand, as it were. If you don't believe me, check the archives. But I'm going to talk incessantly about the mercy of God, the unyielding, unchanging, unquenchable fire that is Love. Judgment is all the more terrible when you begin to understand.
I don't think anyone should dare to proclaim the gospel of Jesus Christ until they have reflected on what it would mean for someone to be separated from everything good, forever. This isn't just columns on a ledger; this is the real thing. I need all of you to know that I have never been wronged enough to wish for this. There's no way. And I've been wronged, big time. Possibly worse than you have; maybe not. I do know that the Last Things brings clarity to each moment; it puts everything into perspective. My heart indeed burns with so much affection, I wish that God's justice would never come. It will, however, and we will say, "Lord, all your judgments are just and true." Yet if the Lord does not desire the death of the wicked, why do you, O foolish person?
There is no greater tragedy than to watch a person made in the image of God destroy themselves, or to waste this limited time on Earth serving themselves, instead of God and others. Anyone who truly believes this doesn't waste time in idle chatter about wheat and tares.
Maybe some people are busy defending a soteriology, instead of proclaiming Christ, I don't know. I just know "Do not judge, lest you be judged" seems to say to me that I'm the one with the plank in my eye.
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