(May 9, 2012 at 12:08 am)DeeTee Wrote: It would be unfair to believers to admit people into heaven who only lived a good life and still practiced sin while they repented from their sins and obeyed the teachings of the bible.
So are you saying that there are no true Christians who do not commit sin on a daily basis? I thought "everyone" falls short of the glory of God and that God was faithful and just to forgive believers of their sins. You are right; it is potentially unfair from the Christian view, but this is exactly the inconsistency that believers must try to square. Christians come to the altar every week to confess their sins and ask forgiveness. Non-believers aren't the only sinners according to doctrine. I don't know what doctrine you follow, but the one I grew up with says that believers are sinners too; they are just sinners who happen to believe in Jesus's power to forgive them of their sins. So, right before a believer dies does he have to quickly go into prayer and ask forgiveness for any other sins he may have committed on his last day on earth or else not get into heaven?
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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