Devotional

Day of Judgment

My calling is evangelism, so for me to think about souls and eternity is normal. I think about the millions of souls in the valley of decision all the time. Inside the evangelist’s heart is a drive to witness - like the teacher is compel to teach and the writer to write.

Not long ago I went with a friend to a Lions Club Annual Pancake Event. The waiting line was the longest I had ever seen. My friend who has never met a stranger, joyfully visit with everybody in line. I on the other hand, unless someone talks to me, I will stay pretty much to myself.

It took us over an hour to reach the serving area. As we moved forward one inch at a
time, the scripture in Revelation 20: 11,15 came to mind. “I saw the dead small and great stand before God, and the books were opened. And another book was opened which was the book of life and the dead were judged out of those things that were written in the books, according to their works.”

I wondered, how fast an inch would be if we were heading towards the Throne of
Judgment. I closed my eyes in an effort to capture the terror a soul would feel on that day - but I could not. No one can imagine such feeling. I believe that the horror will be beyond anything a human soul has ever known.

Who can picture such anguish? I asked myself. There will be nowhere to run too, for help. What lie or excuse could one fine to trick the Almighty, and escape the great judgment? I could almost hear knees knocking out of control, and teeth chattering with fear. While tormenting memories, of times salvation was present and reject flooded and tortures the mind.

In my mind I could visualize weeping, groaning, wailings, and tears of regret. Suddenly I felt every hair in my body standing on end as I thought, of the dread and panic of that day. Our simple minds cannot fathom the horror of such hopelessness.

I opened my eyes and almost cried aloud, “But Jesus!” I restrained myself and whispered, Praise God for Jesus, who is the bridge of love, and compassion between us, and that day. He made a way where there was no way! Even today, one can repent, and escape that dreadful hour.

My heart leap with joy as I said in my heart, “How glorious, is this massage of salvation.How wonderful His forgiveness? What joy to know that His love is greater than our sins.Sweeter than honey on the honeycomb is His grace. Fortunate to be envied is the soul whose trust is in the Lord!

Finally we reached the dining area where the smell of pancakes and sausage send out a scrumptious aroma. To my growling stomach, it was like music from heaven. The place was jammed packed with people of all color shapes and sizes. Hundreds everywhere feasting on the mouth-watering pancakes. Many had finishing and were leaving, while hundreds stood in line.

The line had moved so slowly, I thought that we would never get there, but we did. The thought crossed my mind that God has a set time for that Day - much like when
we set our own alarm clock to wake up in the morning.

The eternal time is set - we are just waiting for the alarm to ring. It seems at times, like that day will never get here - but it will, just as sure as our time came to eat pancakes.

Even though I could not imagine the horror of that hour, it did stir me to pray for lost humanity,and be thankful for what Jesus did for us at Calvary.

Father I pray, please sent harvesters into the harvest. Send me. I will go.