The Story

Once upon a time there was perfection. Everything was absolutely perfect, even love. For love to perfect, though, it cannot be forced. So, naturally, there was a choice: Love and obedience or hate and disobedience.  They chose the latter, for the disobedience was alluring and dazzling and desirable. Instantly, the perfection was shattered. Black blots smeared across the once-pristine page. Where there was once beauty, there was now filth. Where there was once bloom, there was now decay. And where there was once life, there was now death.  The End.

Or so they thought.

But then they received a promise, a promise that some day something would make it right again. That perfection they sacrificed for fool’s gold? They could have it back. And they did. It came centuries later, but one day a baby was born. He was no ordinary baby — though, in some ways, he was—and he grew up to be no ordinary man—though many passed him by without a glance. He also did not die an ordinary death—though it was the death of the commonest, meanest criminals. This death did not end ordinarily, either.

Remember how when they chose disobedience, life turned to death? Well, now, the opposite happened: Death turned to life. The man rose again, and the world has never been the same.

Oh, yes, there’s still death. There’s still decay. And there is still filth. Darkness abounds. But there is also light—yes, a glimpse of starlight that becomes a panoramic vision if we believe. More on that later, though. Anyway, the man died. He rose again. He’s gone now, but not really. He’s coming back, and when he does, that perfection that they started out with will be ours. Forever. The End.

Or maybe not.

It’s only the end if you believe in that man. You see, he died so you didn’t have to. Remember how disobedience brought death? You’ve disobeyed, so you should die. But he died for your disobedience so that you can live. It’s a substituion, and it only worked since he was perfect and didn’t have to pay for himself first.   So believe in him, give your life to him (it’s another paradox, you see: you must lose all to gain all), and then you—your soul, rather—will live forever with him. In perfection.

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If you have no idea of what I’m talking about or if you want to know more, I’d encourage you to look up the real story, the Story of all Stories: The Bible. Start in John and get to know Jesus. Then read Matthew or Mark or Luke to get to know him even more. Or maybe go back to the beginning, with Genesis, and read through the greatest tale ever written. You want a glimpse of starlight? Well, you’ll find that there—and more.

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.

~ Romans 3:23

For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.

~ Romans 6:23

That if you confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

~ Romans 10:9

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