I recall reading somewhere, I believe it was C. S. Lewis, in his book Mere Christianity, but I could be wrong, of all flesh being removed and our souls standing naked before God.
What will the soul look like when the burdens of the flesh are lifted?
Have those we look down upon borne their trials more gracefully than we would have done if they were placed upon our shoulders?
What will our soul look like?
What if, because have not the same woes to humble and sharpen us, our souls are weak, almost petty with no substance?
What if we, having been given much, have not given all that was required of us?
N. D. Wilson writes that life is to be spent, every last drop wrung out.
What if you were given money but told you could not keep it?
What would you do with it?
Isn't that our position?
What if you were given life, but told you cannot keep it?
How have you spent your life?
How did you spend your yesterday?
How will you spend your tomorrow?
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