We are measured by time… age… success in relation to age… beauty… what are all these things?
God is timeless…ageless… We cannot fathom the concept of eternity. We think we know but we cannot until we cross over that threshold of this life to the next.
Until recently I was very confused.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see…
When we’ve been there ten thousand years bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise than when we’d first begun.
Our brains work mathematically & scientifically… It is a blessing and a curse… blessing in that it has allowed us leaps and bounds into the industrial ages and a curse in that somehow it appears the more smarts we have… the more we look to visible, concrete, palpable facts and less in faith.
I was watching House one night. I like and dislike the character. I am a very emotional person that follows my heart- I sense the feelings of another… One friend says I see everything and does not say much in regards to his feelings, determining I accurately depict them.
I, however, have my failings… I become too blinded the closer to a situation I am in, particularly the romance department. I have been told I am “too nice”- that I am too forgiving and/or leanient. What better way to “fix” this issue than to watch House, a bitter fantastical genious that, more often-than-not, is correct in people’s reasonings?
I still believe in true love- are we humans capable of the purest kind?
So, I still have my very strong disagreements with this show.
The particular episode in question…
A man was in a car accident and for 97 minutes he was medically dead. He comes into the clinic for what appears a follow up and an unsuspecting Gregory House MD enters his clinic duty room to see the man instert a knife into the wall socket.
The man collapses and “codes.” House calls for the nurses, eyebrows raised in a wonder-induced stupor.
Later the man comes to and House just has to know what this surely mentally ill person was thinking.
“I was dead for 97 minutes… and it was the most beautiful 97 minutes of my life.”
Per usual House is meticulously searching for a cure with his small but diverse group of doctors to an ellusive diagnosis and you see it eat at his consciousness until he can take it no longer. He too, insterts the knife into the socket- first having paged one of his team for defibrilator duty… all so he can test the theory that the man was incorrect.
Of course he sees nothing, experiences nothing.
Frustrated, I pause it and begin a search on youtube. I can’t belive I never have before now.
I have a friend that experienced a heart attack- the type being so severe it is known as “the widow maker.” God was looking out for him, no other way to describe it.
The defibrilator’s batteries were dead and switched out less than three weeks before his brush with death.
He had been feeling off the whole day, walking up and down flights of stairs to wait on tables. He sought out a friend with medical experience that told him it sounded typical of a heart attack.
He returns to duty and collapes…
He had no pulse… a coworker begins CPR and someone calls 911. They get the defibrilator with new batteries and shock him, up to six times, and he comes back briefly.
Emergency crews arrive and take over, transporting him to the hospital, losing him again.
Later he makes a recovery- he is given a very strict diet… but the chance of survival, told by his doctor, is nearly non-existant. He had experienced “sudden cardiac arrest.”
Miracles can and do still happen.
Samaritan’s Purse, a Christian organization dedicated to reaching the corners of the world posted a story that broke my heart but also made it sing.
A woman had to return home for paperwork and was stranded when a tornado was sighted. She rushed to a house and began frantically beating the door in hopes of finding shelter. No one answered so she clutched the porch post and hung on for dear life.
Every house around them was decimated but the one she clung to.
She later came to their set up seeking provisions. The Samaritan’s Purse team told her about God, His love for us, and she, teary eyed, said they had a new sister in Christ- that God saved her because He knew they would be there that day.
Why and how does this happen?
I do not know- only God does.
Is it fair?
Many ask this.
I refuse to answer such a dangerous question bordering on the premise to claim I do know.
What I can claim is this…
There are stories out there with too many “coincidences” to be dismissed and considered fallable.
There is more to life than the drudgery of wake, work, eat, work, home, and sleep. This is why we seek purpose and love. We just fill the void, unsuccessfully, with the wrong stuff.
A man is flying- he does NOT believe in God. He is an adrenaline junkie. The plane crashes… he and the pilot are stuck in the cockpit. They are covered in gasoline and burning alive. Not only did they crash into the tree at over 100 miles an hour, but they are living through perhaps the worst possible pain imaginable.
The other passengers have already broken free but realize they, the man and pilot, are still trapped. His friend, unnamed, grabs his seat belt, 2 ton strength, and rips it with his bare hands. His thumbs are torn out of socket but he pulls his friend out still on fire.
He dies… but it is not the end. Listen to his amazing story, only ten minutes, here.
No one told him about God and Jesus as their personal savior but he was given a second chance.
He and countless more claim to pass over death’s threshold. I have been to Haiti… I have heard and seen Voodoo priests in action.
Here, only 12 minute video, is the testimony of a Voodoo priest that did not believe in Christ- that satan was more powerful… and he was persecuted in a terrifying way by satan… but God conquered.
The Power in Words– specifically in the name of Jesus.
There is a commonality.
Perhaps Hell is different per person. I do not know.
What I do know is that it is the absence of God.
That loneliness we feel in this life is nothing according to the first-hand accounts by these people.
Another commonality they share is the absence of time… or rather the presence of a different passing of it. They knew that they knew what they knew…
They felt God’s judgement passed, sense of justly and not wrongly, on them as they slowly made their way to the bowels of hell led by disguised demons was just because they knew it to be so.
No longer were they conformed to the knoweldge passing or preconceived notion of justice in this world.
There is God and the absence of and, according to them, it is the worst thing they have ever felt and are unable to put into words a life beyond without Him. The gentleman given second life after the plane crash said it is so bad that he would not wish it on hisworst enemy.
How horrible… to know that we failed… a man went to the precipice of Hell not knowing the love of Christ for him. God loves ALL sinners– a concept the Pharisees could not or would not allow themsleves to grasp. How many of us are like the Pharisees? The Pharisees were meant to be leaders and guide the Israelites to God but, instead, they adorned themselves and kept the outward appearance and prayed visibly and did their works publicly to come across as authentic and had no love for those hurting and needing help.
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God
But God loved him enough- so much so- He allowed him enlightenment in death and gave him grace enough to return and make different choices.
Are they silent?
Sometimes I think the reason prayers are not answered is that we Put God in a Box. Let go of your inhibitions, pre-conceived notions. Put down your anger, bitterness, ill-will, and resentment towards our fellow men and siblings in Christ.
He calls us to more. Can we take our birth into True Life and let the rest remain in darkness? Is this love? Do we wish to? Will this go without punishment? Dare we think “God’s got them” and chance their eternity on that presumption?
We are not needed for the furthering of God’s Kingdom. It is a gift. Oh the marvelous gift to share His glory among the nations- to be part of the greatest adventure.
I Dare You to Move ~Switchfoot
I dare you to move like today never happened,
Today never happened before.
Another danger we face in the Church, not the building but the people who make it up, and as non-believers is getting hung up on details that prove minute in the grand scheme of things. The argument of the legitimacy versus fallability of something becomes our priority.
Don’t put God in a box!
Some people think Jesus was a raving lunatic.
Some believe that Jesus was not the Messiah.
Some believe the Bible inaccurate.
How is it that archaeologists have no qualm using it for historical geographical accuracy, but, as soon as we go to presume the teachings to be true they are legends and fabrications?
How is it we can believe God to have created everything but He is not powerful enough to ensure the Bible be written correctly because it is written by mere humans, beings He made?
Can He not then orchestrate the perfect literature?
We have to use a lightyear (5.88 trillion miles) as a ruler to get around in the universe He created.
Don’t just take my word for it.
Questions for reflection- which I ask myself. I gave up gaming and hope to leave it behind all together. I do not wish to go and face Him on that day and think I did not do enough, could have done more. I know there is.
How are you helping to further the kingdom of God?
Not? What is holding you back?
What is it you are letting preceed God in your life- that you are in turn saying is bigger than God?
Tell your problems how big your God is.
Is there someone you need to forgive?
How can you use your gifts?
Live, Laugh, Love