“You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you. . . . Only a real risk tests the reality of a belief.”
C. S. Lewis
It’s quite easy to say you believe something. People talk too much. We say stuff all the time. We ourselves rarely ever listen to ourselves.
Facing death is the ultimate test of our eternal beliefs. I’ve seen people die. I’ve gone through the process beside several folks. Some of them have called me crying, wondering if they really believe, they look back at their life and they doubt.
Conventional wisdom tells me that my job is to comfort, to reassure them that they do believe. But I never do this. I don’t do it because I don’t know if they believe or not. I’m not the judge. My opinion means nothing.
Most of us are not facing death today. Since that’s the case, few of us will make much time for thinking about our faith. Even fewer will actually do anything about it.
But one day you’ll be dying. You’ll be faced with where you’ll be in a few hours. Heaven or hell? Is my faith real?
Then again, some of us will die suddenly with no time to think about it at all. You won’t be contemplating heaven or hell; you’ll just show up at one or the other.
Dirty little secret that Satan doesn’t want you to know: you’re dying right now. Take care of your faith.