When I die, I won’t be trusting in Allah, Buddha, a Rabbi, a Priest, a Reverend, a Pastor, a Clergy nor a Cleric. When I die, I won’t be making assumptions that I went to the right church, followed the right religious leader, followed the right dogma, did the right things, joined the right “ministry”, obeyed the right rules nor attended on the right day to get me to heaven. You see, I won’t be trusting in human beings nor the organizations that they have formed at all. My salvation comes not from human beings nor in anything that they say nor claim. My salvation comes from Jesus Christ, His sacrifice, His word, His commandments, His righteousness, His holiness, His perfection and His actions rather than my own. The truth is that I cannot save myself. I cannot be “good” enough to earn a place in eternity. I cannot be holy enough, I cannot be righteous enough, I cannot do enough and I cannot suffer enough to grant myself eternal life.
I was born in sin. As the Bible says, my righteousness is as “filthy rags”. If left to my own devices, I would perish. If left to my own holiness, I would be sorely lacking. If left to my own “good deeds”, I would not make it and my “good deeds” would be burned up like chaff. As the Bible also says that good fruit cannot come from a rotten tree and bad fruit cannot come from a good tree. I may not be “good” but He is GREAT. I may not be perfect but He is. I may not be righteous but, He is. I may not be holy but, He is. I may not be able to save myself but, He is able. You see, it’s not dependent upon me at all. Salvation is not found in doing the “right” things, supporting the “right” causes, fighting the “right” fights nor in thinking the “right” thoughts. Salvation is to be found in Him and Him alone. He holds the keys to death and life, I do not. You won’t find my words in the Bible.
I didn’t heal the lame, the blind, the sick nor bring the dead back to life. It wasn’t me that wore the crown of thorns. I wasn’t scourged nor beaten. I wasn’t nailed to the cross to die in the hot sun. It wasn’t me that cried out to the Father, "forgive them for they know not what they do" nor “why have thou forsaken me”. It wasn’t my garments that the Roman guards gambled for. It wasn’t me that gave up my spirit so that mankind could be free from the bondage of sin. I wasn’t buried in a borrowed tomb. I didn’t roll the stone away. I wasn’t resurrected on the third day. It wasn’t me that appeared to over 500 witnesses after my death. It was Jesus Christ, the Son of God!