Blood-Soaked Ground

These people chose different times of the day to meet. They knew it was dangerous–they couldn’t help themselves. Study, prayer, and worship meant more to them than safety. They paid dearly for it.

One morning, not so long ago, in the third-world country of Nigeria, at 7 AM, 300 Christians met for prayer. Muslim extremists drove their car fast into the crowd of believers. It detonated 50 feet away sparing many lives.

Not the car drivers. The bomb blew a large crater into the ground.

Not some Christians. Three died. Fifty wounded.

The question is, what happened to those people when they died?

The men in the car thought they would meet up with 70 virgins in heaven. Did they?

The Christians say that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.

Universalists say they all went to heaven.

That doesn’t seem right.

Who do we believe?

I’m banking on the Bible. On Jesus. He said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me.” John 14:6.

That’s pretty clear to me.

In America, at least for now, we can worship however we choose. But we could be killed in a car wreck. Or get cancer. Or die of old age. Then what?

If God is God. Creator. Sustainer. Supreme Leader. It’s important what He thinks, not what we think.

Think about it. Ask the creator about it. Read the book of John.

Remember the blood-soaked ground. Remember the blood-stained cross.

 

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