Our way to heaven
By Klaus Döring
Driving in big cities is no joke for beginners. It’s an ordeal, especially during heavy traffic hours. One must know where to go and which way to take. Otherwise, one might end up bumping into something somewhere.
But driving a car in a small village, where roads are simple, is enjoyable for neophytes. No traffic, or less traffic, no traffic lights, no complicated routes …
In the same way, railroads in big cities can make train drivers ill at ease. I remember Munich in my home country, Germany, where railways look like a spider’s web. They go in several directions. No wonder accidents on the rails happen many times.
We are on a journey to heaven. We are traveling there on the narrow way of the lordship of Jesus Christ. There is only one Savior of the whole world: Jesus Christ. He is the God-man, the King of kings and Lord of lords.
We are traveling to heaven on the highway of holiness. The unclean will not journey on it; only the redeemed will walk there. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away (Isa. 35).
Jesus said, “I am the way and the truth and the life; no one comes to the heavenly Father except through me” (John 14:6). Thank God for religious freedom. You can believe whatever you want. But if you want to be saved, you must confess Jesus Christ as your Lord. Every knee must bow and every tongue must confess to him.
In life, we, too, have roads that lead us in several directions. To go to heaven, man’s eternal destiny, one can either choose the shortest road or make detours. Not so many, perhaps, fall by the way and end up in eternal damnation.
There are some of us Christians who take the shortcut to heaven. This is the road of suffering, of the actual practice of Christian virtues, and of serving God and our neighbor.
Others take the circuitous road of an easy life, thinking that, in the end, they still have time to amend their ways and lead a good life. This is risky, since no one can guarantee that an opportunity will be given at the eleventh hour. Unfortunately, there are still others who prefer to take the opposite road, which leads to eternal damnation. So they live, so they die!
In John Bunyan’s “Pilgrim’s Progress,” we read, “Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven!”
Jesus said, in John 14:6, “… I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man comes to the Father, but by me.” The way to heaven is through Jesus. What this means is that we must believe and follow Jesus.
You might think that all you have to do is be a good person, go to church, or help others. However, the Bible teaches that the only way to get to heaven is to become a Christian, which you do by accepting Jesus as your Savior.
Homo sapiens, quo vadis?
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