Eternity means Everything....

I had a lot of time to think about how final death is over the weekend. I thought about my uncle who never believed God existed and even in the midst of his greatest struggle I would offer to pray for him and he would respond, "Please don't" Then I thought about how every day of his eternal life he would be reminded there was a God. I told my husband I could not imagine not believing in God. He has been so real to me and no matter what my uncle said I know he had moments of wonder about my God. I felt so grieved, not because we were so close, but because I know and understand his fate. I grieve for my aunt who does believe in God and lost her father and husband within minutes of each other. She would always ask me to pray in secret for my uncle because he wouldn't let us pray for him as he got sicker.
Then I thought about my grandpa and his sweetness. He would always give all of the grand kids $20 every time we saw him and every occasion he gave us a card with $40 or $50 bucks which was a lot 20 years ago! The tradition carried on with my child and the following generations. He was always kind to us. I never heard my grandfather yell or raise his voice at anyone. He would always cook for us when we came over and it was simply the best Filipino food I have ever tasted in my life. I still to this day crave his cooking. He had the greatest stories about his life and how he struggled and worked hard and reaped the benefits of his labor. I loved my grandpa. He would sing with my daughter "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." He was 95 and in his old Filipino accent he would sing with her and they would smile together. It warmed my heart. He was so sensitive. My daughter adored him. Her "great" grandpa Bill...
Then I thought on Saturday night when I cried myself to sleep about Bro. Dansby's message. "Not good enough for heaven, but to good for hell"
That message was forever burned in my soul. He was Sis Nelson's dad and Pastor Nelson's pastor for many years. He preached about a man who was good in every way, but shunned the truth of Pentecost. I thought about my grandpa how good he was to everyone. Didn't drink or smoke or curse.He was a devout catholic. He would cry whenever I would pray for him., but he wasn't interested in My Jesus. It broke my heart to know he wasn't good enough for heaven, but without a shadow of a doubt he was and always will be to good for hell....