Rejecting the Cross

One of the things about being on Facebook is that, during my time on there, I've watched a handful of friends abandon Christianity who I never would have thought would. You then watch as they try to manipulate the thought of others who they're friends with. They make excuses for their actions, they outright lie, they try to make themselves out to be the good guy in relationships they've destroyed, they plead for sympathy. But when I look at the Cross of Christ, the Cross they have rejected, all their whining shows up for what it is. Jesus came into a world He didn't have to come into. He took on sinful human flesh when He didn't have to. He didn't own a home or any possessions to speak of. Everybody rejected Him and hated Him, even His friends. He told them the truth, and they killed Him for it. He bore the sin of humanity, a greater suffering than any other man has or will ever know. And you want to act as if God owes you something, as if you deserve constant happiness. If you're an American, you have more blessings than most of the people who have lived throughout history, and more earthly blessings than Jesus Himself knew while on earth. But at least you've followed your thought out consistently. You didn't want the Cross, His or yours, so you rejected it. You know what the end result will be, though. No earthly cross means no heavenly blessing. In fact, it means hell. I'm sorry for any real pain you've gone through, and I pray for you. But God did everything necessary to show His sympathy for your suffering. If you reject that, your excuses are lame. God owes you nothing. No matter what you think, you don't deserve better than Jesus.