Since we’re talking about heaven…

There’s a movie coming out about heaven and it brings up a question that I’ve encountered pretty often in my life, and I’m sure you have too.

“I’m a good person. I teach my kids to love unconditionally. I show respect to others. Why do I need to go to church and believe in God? Isn’t this enough to get into heaven?”

It would be, if getting into heaven was about being good. Or respecting others. Or teaching your kids to love unconditionally. But it’s not. Salvation is not something you earn with your good works, salvation is something you accept instead of them.

And that’s the good news. That’s the “gospel.” Continue reading

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#InsightsFromFiction – Our Limbo of Victory

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“Frodo, neither the Voice nor the Eye: free to choose, and with one remaining instant to do so. He took the Ring off his finger.” -Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Our struggle. Daily, even minute by minute at times. So accurately described in so many places, and yet no easier to deal with.

We are neither the Voice nor the Eye, the Holy Spirit nor the Spirit of Evil. We are the agent in the middle, free to choose – and at times with only an instant to do so. Continue reading

Faith – An Us Thing or a God Thing?


Faith does not come from us. It doesn’t originate from us. It’s not initiated by us. The Bible seems to make this clear. But does this mean we can’t have faith without God flipping a switch in us? No.

Here’s the thing: if God had no part in our faith, then we could say, “I believed in God without any help at all!” This isn’t biblical. But it also doesn’t mean that God directly causes some to have faith and some not. What would be the point of Paul’s argument in Romans – that no one has an excuse not to have faith in God – when, in fact, they do have an excuse; God never gave them faith! Simply doesn’t make sense, and it’s because we’ve misunderstood something about faith.

Faith is always the second step. Continue reading