In which the most important questions are asked (pt6)

by Craig on October 20, 2011

How do I witness to someone I ℓℴѵℯ? How best to share the Gospel?source

Oh how it just gets blurted out…
accept Jesus as your Savior and Lord…
it’s true…it’s necessary…
but the way of Jesus…
always through the heart…
and before words can pierce the heart…
I (we) should know where the heart lies.

Any other way is arrogance.
I have been…arrogant.

This is part 6 of the most important conversation I’ve ever had…
asking my mom about things eternal…
helping her find the way to heaven…
part 5 is over on Deep into Love today
and it all began here…
just the most important questions…
no judging, just ears to hear…
and eyes to see every nuance of answer, of action.

Many conversations over days…

How do I witness to someone I ℓℴѵℯ? How best to share the Gospel?source

it was all she could do…
and each answer revealed more

Is there life after death?

Before answer comes hush…
searching for certainty…
finding none…
a pause too unsettling to sustain…
a sigh…
and…

Well I’d like to think so and believe so. I would like to think that as each one of us passes on that we will see our loved ones who went before us.  I would like that!

I was so wanting to explain things…
But first listen…
look…
understand…
ask…

So you’re not sure, but you’re hoping?
Yes.

The most subdued and muffled answer yet…

Is there any proof for life after death?

Well, you have Christ dying and living again.

How do I witness to someone I ℓℴѵℯ? How best to share the Gospel?source

Oh my…
proof…
proof.

Is Jesus a real, historical person?

Yes. But what gets me is that you hear about when he was born, and as a child, but then nothing until he was thirty. I’d be quite interested to hear what happened all those years.

Only now do I speak, do I answer a doubt…

First a hug…
then I say…

A mama needs some time alone with her baby…
some memories meant only for her…
a bond not to me shared…
she had to give away her baby…
to the world…
but how loving, how personal, such a gift…
a time just for her…
and her baby…

…and a peaceful nod by a mama who understood…

and then the next question…

Is there a heaven? angels? a devil? demons?

Heaven yes.
Angels yes.
A devil Yes….
demons…
no.

Is there a Hell?

Hell is on earth.

How do I witness to someone I ℓℴѵℯ? How best to share the Gospel?source

Is there a Hell besides earth, a worse place?

No.

So hard to keep lips buttoned…

clawing it’s way through my head – but not past the tongue…

mom there can be certainty…

there is a hell…

and this isn’t it…

and there are demons.

She said to me often growing up…

“You always have to have the last word.”

OK – she knew her child…

but the last word was coming…

and it wouldn’t be hers…

and it wouldn’t be mine…

there is more…

tomorrow…

please come back.

{ 8 comments… read them below or add one }

Scott Wolf October 20, 2011 at 9:11 am

Great post as usual Craig. I have the same problem talking to my teenage children about God.

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Craig October 20, 2011 at 3:57 pm

thank you my friend. This whole series started out as developing an “elevator pitch” for the gospel – and I was reminded by people whose opinions I really, really heart – not to forget the personal – the heart – the spirit – and so – I’m remembering it – by remembering this. God bless you, Scott – and thank you again.

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Cora October 20, 2011 at 9:34 am

I love the “interview” approach, Craig. These questions are so perfect for getting to know someone’s heart and where they are. I couldn’t help but go back to my wayward 20’s when I wanted nothing to do with “Christian hypocrites”, my religious family, etc. If you had asked ME all these questions, I would have rattled off all the right answers, given Scripture to back it up — all from a church brainwashed upbringing. It took time– a long time — to separate what was just head knowledge, what was truth, and what was really real in my heart. I see it all the time — a mirror of myself in others who were brought up the same way — believing, but not believing with the heart. And like you said, it’s ALL ABOUT THE HEART!

Nothing worse than a story that leaves you hanging on cliffs every day. But you KNOW I’ll be back. . . .

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Craig October 20, 2011 at 4:03 pm

Cora, it’s like the way my mom knew scriptural truths, and also sometimes had Scripture to back it up – but my mom did what so many people do – she picked pieces of Christianity, and mixed them with other ideas, and made her own kind of God, her own kind of religion. I’m glad, in the end, – well – before the end, God re-made her. Because a patchwork faith – a little bit from here a little from there – a little bit from brainwashing – a little bit from logic – a little new age – it’s a house of cards. And sorry for the cliffhangers Cora ツ it might be from all those years of watching soap operas – what my mom called – her stories. God bless you!

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Layla Payton October 20, 2011 at 7:10 pm

Cliff hangers drive me insane in the world of novels, but I like an excuse to keep coming back here. 😉

I too have been arrogant. BOY have I been arrogant! *sigh*

Beautiful posts, Craig. Wonderful lessons about listening more, and talking less.

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Craig October 20, 2011 at 7:15 pm

and I’m the worst offender Layla – mouth always engaging before brain – heart always running ahead — never listening enough – but I’m learning – learning. I’m learning more by listening this year than ever. Thank you Layla – God Bless!!

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Debbie October 21, 2011 at 11:04 pm

I’m so glad she had you to ask questions . . .to answer some too. :) God bless you!

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Craig October 22, 2011 at 6:24 am

part of the purpose of the questions was, I think, to answer them. Not while I was questioning – but in the letter to follow. And this is where it comes in really handy to have come to faith by the way of such intense doubt. There really are very few questions a person has that I haven’t answered myself – not because I’m smart – but because I had them all – and never stopped until I found an answer for them. Thank you Debbie, and I just finished a prayer for you – no big thing – just because I wanted to. Not a big prayer – just a little one..

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