choose your own way

While I was being a good wife this morning, completing the one task my husband asked of me (using the squeegee thing to push melting snow and ice out of the garage after he left for work), I had time to think about life and all of it's stuff. I haven't had time to think or write much over the past year due to life, but I have a few moments now....so let's think.

We live.

We die.

We go to heaven or hell.

That's the cycle for each of us. But it's our choice. We decide in advance where we will spend eternity.

I am woefully tired of the They are partying in heaven together posts each time a celebrity dies.

Because they probably aren't.

As Christians, we trust the Bible is true. If we read it and believe then we know, by their fruit, if someone has a relationship with the Lord. Not by how funny they were or how loved they were or even by how kind they seemed to be. Their influence doesn't matter. Their popularity doesn't matter.

In the end, all that matters is whether they walked daily with the Lord.

Even if someone claims to be a Christian they may not actually be one. This is being exposed nearly every day - if you're paying attention.

Progressive Christianity - which is not Christianity at all, but a deception of the enemy, will tell you that all you need to do is love your neighbor and be like Christ. But their version of Christ is not a true representation of who He is.

NAR (new apostolic reformation) will tell you that you can access special gifts via training and that anyone can be a prophet. Not true. Prophecy is a gift from the Lord and you can't just grab it - a gift is given and not everyone gets the same gifts, but I digress.

Prosperity gospel will tell you that all you have to do is speak it and it will come to pass. Sigh. No, not true.

The Bible does not condone these teachings. These things are twisted scriptures, created by the father of lies himself. In order to know the truth you must read the Bible yourself and pray for discernment out there in the wild world. Even in the world of some churches.

We live.

We die.

Our spirits live on.

Your life and decisions here and now determine your eternity.

Heaven or hell. No other option.

Heaven is for those who love and serve the Lord.

Hell is for everyone else.

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