If we deserve anything, it is death. If we have earned anything, it is the grave. If we belong anywhere, it is a pit of eternal darkness. The scary reality is that some of us will end up this way. But what is even scarier is that some of us choose to.
No matter how good you think you might be, you never had a chance. You were brought into the world with baggage full of sin. No matter how strong you might be, when this life is over you will never make it out alive. Some refuse to accept that because their eyes are glazed over with pride.
Some of us walk this earth with demons holding our hands. Cancer is still incurable. War begs to be started. We live in a world where "different" isn't appreciated, but exterminated. We live in a world where some people believe the best decision they could make is to take their own life. Happiness is on a timer, just like the earth. And if that is the case, why do we keep carving our names into it's soil like we belong to it? Even the mountains will fall and the sky will crumble.
So what is the point if it all ends this way? With a story like this how can we even matter?
I believe in God because he sent a lifeboat to rescue me from the sinking ship called Earth. He sent Christ.
The God of all things, big and small, stooped to my level only to find himself nailed to a cross. And he would do it all again if I was the only person in the entire world.
He sent a King, and this King is different from the others.
My King washes his people's feet, while other kings have their feet washed.
My King sleeps in the streets to reach people, while other kings lock themselves up in their golden palace.
My King preaches forgiveness, while other kings preach vengeance.
My King became the curse for his people, while other kings don't care for their people.
My King was put on the cross so I wouldn't have to be, while other kings are not nearly brave enough.
My King took on all my sin so I could be seen as perfect, while other kings lack this amount of love.
My King sacrificed himself so I could return home to my Heavenly Father, while other kings don't even know what "sacrifice" is.
My King conquered death, while other kings remain in the grave.
This ending sounds way more appealing than the other simply because with Christ, there is no ending. Everybody wants to win in the end and with Christ, you don't have to wait until then because he is already victorious.
My King won the battle but gives me all the credit.
Why wouldn't I believe in him?
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