I think everyone in church will remember the photo of the new lawnmower in the pre-service notices. Being celebrated and enticing people onto the cutting rota to put it through its paces.
It’s tucked away in the box, ready for its journey.
If you look closely at the label on the base, you would be forgiven for thinking that it was written with frustration and condemnation, declaring the machine a write-off and consigning it to spiritual 101 HQ. That’s usually the destination we assign such things – even if we don’t think hell exists, it is where we feel they belong.
Curious, that is!
No – it’s lovingly wrapped, and going to it’s manufacturers to be restored and then returned, fit for duty, and bursting to begin (figuratively speaking!)
Whenever Jesus raised the subject of hell, which he did quite often, it was to point to the fact that the manufacturer’s home was open, restoration freely available, call in for a refit, which is so fundamental, it’s like being born again.
No need at all to visit the scrap heap.