I have many thoughts running through my head right now and for the life of me, I can’t write about them and have it make any sense. Blame it on the fact that I gave up nicotine lozenges yesterday and I’m totally losing my mind. Today we discussed if smoking could be considered a sin and I’m sitting there tapping my foot thinking, No. It’s not a sin. It’s an addiction. It’s a stupid addiction that hurts nobody but the person who is puffing away. Okay, I take that back. It might hurt others that are in enclosed spaces with them. Upon further reflection, it might make the spouse who has quit smoking feel like stabbing the spouse who continues to smoke and well, that’s murder and it says not to do that in the Ten Commandments and I’m thinking that maybe thought and deed are a slippery slope, at least when looked at Biblically, so what do I know?
Phew! Okay, here’s something I remember from Bible Study on Sunday that totally perturbed me.
Me: How do you get into Heaven?
Answer: You accept Jesus Christ as your savior.
This makes me want to stomp my feet for some reason. It seems so simple and also seems like people could just kick puppies their whole life and then while they take their dying breath, go “I accept you as my Lord and savior, see ya in a few, JC.”
Am I right?
For 41 years, I have lived under the assumption that being a good person counted for something. Nope. I could be as sinless as Jesus himself, but if I don’t accept him as my savior than I am Hell bound. “Good works” don’t get you into Heaven. This is the first time I have heard this term, but apparently I’m not the first person to bring up the, but I’m a really nice person who does good things argument. I am so confused. Then we talked about what Heaven might look like. Would we be with our family? What about our spouses? What if we’ve been married twice? Who do we end up with?
We also talked about sin. Basically, we’re all sinners and it’s not our responsibility to judge others. That’s between them and God. But have you noticed how judgmental we all are? And yes, I’m including myself in that statement. Today they were talking about the pastor at the church I’m going to this month. I’ve only heard him speak one time and my notes from that day say, “He’s not the best orator. It sounds like he has marbles in his mouth.”
Found out today that he’s deaf. Open mouth, insert foot, pen, whatever fits.
Hey, if you’re the praying kind, Do you think that maybe you could pray that I make it through this nicotine withdrawal without hurting myself or anyone else? Thanks!