Most of the time when I decide to write something, it’s because something pops into my head and it plays itself out as a story. Sometimes I have an idea of what I want to say, but I can’t find out how I want to say it. And some of those times, when I’m not sure how I want to say what it is I want to say, I find myself looking at ways to inspire me.
I recently took this approach, and it has now left me discouraged and heartbroken. So instead of writing the story, I’m going to go about this a different way.
My plan was to write something about some of the predictions made by Christians about future events, and interpretations about current events. The point I wanted to make is that even Jesus said that neither He, nor the angels in Heaven knew when His return would be. But He also said that you should be ready, just like the servant should be ready when his master returns. When the master returns and sees the servant doing what is right, then the servant will be rewarded for his actions. He told us of signs of the end of the age and said these things were the beginning of birth pains. He did not say that when you see one event or another that He would return the next day or the next week. He said these things must be so, so be prepared. And from what I have read, I don’t see anything saying that we should threaten or criticize others for not having our same viewpoint. He does, however, warn about false prophets. So to my point, it shouldn’t matter if He returns in ten days, ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years; just continue to do what is right.
But in my searches to see the reactions of people, and find out how to incorporate this into a story, I confirmed something that I already knew but I think I was in denial about the extent of it. It seems that some of the “warnings” of people has created an enormous division that is way beyond repair. But I wonder if when Jesus said, “The world will hate you because of me,” He knew that this hate of Christians would be the direct result of the actions taken by some Christians themselves. These actions become the focal point of people who do not believe, and become a reason for people to immediately dismiss Christianity as ridiculous. And I have witnessed within my own friends this contempt for the Church. I have touched on this before in previous posts, but I think it has finally hit me with its full weight.
So now here I sit, with a brain full of sorrow. I should be happy that this is one more piece of evidence that Jesus really did know what he was talking about. Anyone who knows me can verify that I am not an optimistic person, but you don’t have to be optimistic to be hopeful. Part of me was hopeful that the love I show toward others would be more powerful than the evil in this world.