The fierce-faced preacher took
his place in the pulpit. The people braced themselves, thinking that they’d be
subjected to a strong dose of “fire and brimstone.”
But the preacher surprised them.
He didn’t speak of condemnation, or judgment, or hell. He spoke about heaven. He spoke about something so good and true and
beautiful that it made those people begin to want heaven, to want it so badly
that they became aware of just how far from heaven their lives really were, and
they became aware of just how much was going on in their lives which would make
heaven impossible for them to bear.
That week,
long lines formed at the confessional. Miracles were taking place: people who
had settled into complacency, people who had not taken an honest and sincere
look at their lives, were moved to confess, to speak about things which they
had been shrugging off for literally a life-time before that day.
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