There is a creeping poison sweeping into the souls of really good people. It's a sense of entitlement. It's a sense that I deserve everything good and nothing bad. It can be seen in very fine people, even movers and shakers in society, who have no real concern about the state of their souls. As if it's obvious that heaven is their due just as well as all the other good things life has to offer. It's as if heaven is simply the dessert that's part of the banquet of life and comes with the whole deal of being the very special people they really are. Here's the problem: if heaven is my due for my being the very fine person I am, then I really don't need a Savior, do I? And if heaven is my due, then when I die I simply go on to heaven without passing through the Judgment. And if heaven is my due, then I really don't have to "enter by the narrow gate," do I?
Really? Sounds like achieving salvation by oneself. Hmmm.
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