
I had a thought the other day. If God’s judgment leaves someone out of the Kingdom of Heaven, which can be rationally described as hell, then I’m going to hell.
Did I get your attention?
Here’s why I’m going to hell. The broad assumption in evangelical Christianity is that in order to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, one must speak a specific belief of Jesus. This was called the sinner’s prayer when I was growing up.
So let’s say that is true. It is then arguable that most of the Eastern world, Australia, Asia, and much of the Arab and Jewish world would be excluded. The primary assumption in that model is that grace is only true once it is accepted. It becomes true in the cosmos, when we accept it. As Rob Bell asked, “Will billions and billions of people burn forever in hell?”
I’ve said that prayer. I learned to recite it daily in college because I constantly wondered if I had said it right. When someone speaks this prayer, they are considered in…mostly. ;-P So I’m assuming that I’m in. In fact, as Paul would often suggest, I must be in. I’ve committed my entire life, my entire way of being to following this Jesus guy. I gave up my career in business to pursue ministry. I spent most of my life savings so I could spend time developing community based discipleship programs. I wrote a book on the Gospel. None of that get me in heaven. It simply is.
But if I’ve learned anything from following Jesus, if I’ve learned anything from the Gospel, it is that it is relentless in its pursuit of the lost. Jesus spoke parable after parable of the lost sheep, coin, and son. If there are people on the outside of the gates of heaven, then I’m rallying the troops inside to go find them. I’m going to hell to remind them of who they are: children of the living God who are called very good.
Love doesn’t end. The mission isn’t over if someone is on the outside of the gates. There is still someone who doesn’t know the message. Call me a dreamer, but I just can’t see Jesus going all the way to the cross and then saying, “Yep, they just didn’t get it while they were alive. Let’s leave ‘em to rot and burn.”
Care to come with me?












