I met a man in Colorado today and I would like to pass on his story.
He was born in Frankfurt, Germany about thirty years ago as his dad was in the military. When he was about six years old his dad and mom divorced. His mom moved to Colorado and he was raised by her. He has one older brother who lives in Missouri and has done well for himself.
His mom passed away awhile back and this was very devastating to him. A good friend of his passed away recently. They had had a falling out and had not had the chance to reconcile before this happened. This was also devastating to him.
He likes music and is very involved in the industry.
He is a very honest man, and our conversation was pleasant. We had the opportunity to talk about God and Jesus and talk about some issues he had with that subject. He doesn't doubt creation. He doesn't doubt that he (as well as all of us) are sinners. What he was not sure of was that Jesus went to the cross to pay the penalty for our sin. I told him I appreciated his honesty, as did God, and that Stephanie and I, as well as our Christian friends would pray that God would give him clarity on the death, burial and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ.
When I got home I mulled over our conversation. It struct me that no matter where any of us are or what we're going through, we're all just passing through. Whether we're going through a loss, some emotions, going from one career to another, one town to another or one day to another, we're just passing through.
It also struck me that for each one of us the day will come when we will arrive at our destination. There is a stopping point for each one of us. It's important to understand that there are only two destinations at which we can arrive. No matter the journey, at some point it will be over.
Jesus said there were two roads, and everyone was on either one or the other:
Matthew 7:13-14, “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."
With only two roads, there are only two destinations. One destination is destruction and one destination is life.
He asked me if I believed in heaven. I said I did. He asked if I could tell him what it was like. In so many words I told him it was where God's throne was. Where there were peals of thunder and lightnings. It's where the angels are and where Jesus is preparing homes for those who have been reconciled to God through Him. It was a place where we would no longer suffer. A place of peace and love and joy. A place where no one could take anything away from us and where nothing would deteriorate.
But the other destination, hell, was a place that lacked all these things. A place where a person is separate from the life of God. A place for the people who refused to be reconciled to God. A place of torment.
My hope is that he will make the decision to be reconciled to God through Jesus Christ. He was honest and said he didn't understand all of it. So please pray for him that God would make all this clear to him, and that he would make the decision for Jesus.
Hebrew 11:13-14, "All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own."
Pray that though passing through, he would be on the right road and that his destination would be heaven, with our Lord.