Cries of desperation: The Comments

I've been to Banga, South Cotabato to visit my mother's side of the family. It's a tradition, see, but I don't really look at it like that. It always gives me a wonderful feeling to talk to my aunts and uncles, to laugh at the seemingly incessant problems that flood them, and to play with my cousins who are getting taller every time I see them.

But while I was there, I couldn't help but think, "Will people misunderstand what I had written yesterday?" This, folks, is my post Cries of desperation. I was hoping to jolt people who happen to stumble into this blog, and remind them that we, as living beings, ought to put greater importance to our souls rather than to our physical bodies. I was hoping to remind these people to come to Christ, or else, their souls will rot like animal carcass eaten by filthy maggots.

But praise God for the two people whose comments may have shed light to this issue.

My friend, Jef, wrote,

What a wretched fate those departed souls have. Isn't it amazing He
promises to lavish on us His glorious grace, for eternity, even though we
deserve the full cup of His wrath and indignation?

Paul, also a good friend, wrote,

Even if the most holy and amazing grace [of the Lord Jesus Christ] is right in
front of their eyes, they would still find reason to reject it, preferring to
wallow in their own pride.

It is only in Christ and through Christ that we can affirm, with all our heart and mind and strength, that we are truly living.

Comments

  1. cybeRangerWed Nov 02, 02:12:00 PM GMT+8

    AMEN! Thank God for your wonderful post.

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  2. merilionWed Nov 02, 09:14:00 PM GMT+8

    ei, lance. i don't think your previous post is hard to understand. it does drive one to thinking though. =)

    linked you in my page btw. =)

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