Are you traveling to heaven all alone

O beloved Christian Pilgrim, as you are busily traveling heavenward, on your's life's journey's. Please tell your beloved Lord and Savior very clearly as it can possibly be. When your journey ends and you enter into the very throne room of heaven. And Jesus Christ is sitting on His very own throne. And your blessed Lord Jesus Christ asks you, "My beloved child, did you arrive in my heaven all by yourself? Did you care enough about my children, to bring at least one wondering lost soul with you? Is this one thing very sad and very true? The one and the only soul you thought was worthy of my redemption was only you? Are you traveling onward to heaven, Pilgrim all by yourself all alone? Entering the pearly gates of heaven all by yourself all alone? How very sad and really true, there will be no heavenly awards awaiting you! When there were so many souls that were eternally lost all due to you! Our secret brand new name awarded you will be 'unfaithful and unfruitful servant!" O my Lord Jesus I brought just myself to heaven it is all much too true, I had a pastor in my misspent youth that told me, "All salvation really is--is 'fire insurance outta hell! Since you won't come to him as a God of love, all because 'just like me you have to have the fear of hell just scared outta you just to enter into the pearly gates of heaven..." "The harvest is plentiful but the labors are far too few," The wheat fields and the barley fields are ripe and ready to be harvested, but the labors are far too few," But you my wayward child never entered into my ripen fields, and did no labor in my harvest of the world's field of lost and condemned souls! You only cared about yourself, not about me or nobody else. Congratulations, you have already won 'your fire insurance outta hell,' but that's all you have won--caused you cared for no one--least of all me! I made you a promise, that's true--and unlike the likes of you--I will keep my promise that I once made unto you--"In the last days all of those who call upon the name of the Lord, shall be saved." You believed enough in me to call upon my name--and accept my free gift of pardon's everlasting life! But your heavenly awards's treasure chest holds nothing but shifting sand--holds nothing but shifting sands." I awoke from my dream, all sad and all blue, here I was breathing was my last breath! And what the Lord told me was all too true! Roxanne Lea Dubarry Roxy Lea 1954/October Country February 09, 2024