I AM A GOOD PERSON BUT GOING TO HELL

I mean, is this really fair? Okay, so perhaps I am not as good a person as I could be. I do the odd wrong thing. Quite a few odd things probably. But basically I am a pretty okay sort of guy. I swear occasionally but doesn't every one? I am faithful to my wife. I don't steal. I don't covet my neighbours ass, or anything else of my neighbours. I love everybody, especially after I have had a few beers. I believe in God and Jesus but I don't go for Churches because there are too many hypocrites inside them. I help old ladies across streets, help the poor and generally do good all over the place. BUT, at the end of my time I ain't going to get into heaven. Why ain't I going to get into heaven? Because I have not said the magic words, 'I believe Jesus was crucified for my sins, died, rose from the dead and is now in Heaven with God'. Why I don't say those words is because my faith is weak. It is a giant leap for me and it is taking me a long time to take that leap. On the other hand my life is full of people who consider the ten commandments as a challenge, and break as many of them as they can, as often as they can. Will they be going to heaven? Well they tell me repeatedly that they believe Jesus died for their sins, that he rose again and is now in Heaven and they believe that implicitly. They say that faith is more important that works. So there you go; me to hell, them to heaven.

Hospital Waiting Rooms Are The Great Leveller

Sit around any hospital waiting room for long enough, and who doesn't these days, and you will see that regardless of your station in this life, a pretty level playing field exists there. In general, discrimination does not exist. Okay, there are the thugs and bullies who perform, demanding rights that they do not have, but in general all those sitting patiently relate to one another. As I sat in Wellington Hospital the other day, I watched a young man, probably about 30 years of age, push a young child, whom I presumed to be his daughter, past in the wheel chair. His face was covered in tattoos. They were the type of tattoo that would have prevented him from getting any type of job other than repairing roads. I do not say that in a judgmental way, but as a statement of fact. But there he was, doing what any other father would do, and doing it with sadness etched upon that face. In any other setting he may well have been bullying his way about (perhaps I am being judgmental?) but there he was clearly upset with his daughter's condition and situation. Again, in any other setting the other people about him would have given him a wide birth, but in the Hospital he and his were accepted and accepting. He was not the only one. People talk to strangers. They reveal to each other the most intimate of secrets. I know that some will say I am wrong because those who can afford it will go to a Private Hospital but I disagree. In an emergency, or even for a 'follow-up' the 'Gentry' will often mix with the 'Serfs' and both learn from each other.
Pity most Churches don't provide such a level playing field.