SUNDAY’S SIMPLE SERMON – DOES IT MATTER?

Does it matter what I do? Perhaps we should just be dog-eat-dog? Survival of the fittest. The grave is the end. That attitude can be the cause of murder, violence, rape, and greed for those who think they can be among the fittest; the cause of suicide, homelessness, drugs, alcohol, idleness, and much ill health for those who just give up and submit to not being one of the fittest.

Why does it matter if the grave is the end?

The paragraph above reminds me of Solomon’s words in Ecclesiastes “Vanity, vanity, all is vanity.” But after he tosses around all those vain and depressing thoughts, he ends with the following conclusion.

Chapter 12:13 When all has been heard, the conclusion of the matter is this: Fear God and keep His commandments, because this is the whole duty of man. 14 For God will bring every deed into judgment, along with every hidden thing, whether good or evil.

Yes, it matters. Now the Holy Spirit still draws sinners to accept the Gospel that teaches the importance of accepting Jesus Christ as atonement for one’s sins. He took the penalty of sin; he did it to set me/you free and offers a hope for Eternal Life.

THE GRAVE IS NOT THE END. THAT’S WHAT MATTERS.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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