Much depends upon what it is that I did that I need to be worried about. If I have not done anything that I need to be worried about, obviously, there would be nothing to worry about.
Whenever police approach, the first thing that happens is alarm bells go off within my being: What do they want?
On the occasions that I have found myself surrounded by numerous people, whom I do not know, not once have I had the thought “What do they want?”
Unlike when police approach me, there is no uncertainty about being surrounded by a group of individuals with a collective mindset, depending upon the circumstances, I will be aware of whether or not I am in danger of possibly being hurt in a permanent manner.
When it comes to the police making inquiries, I am not sure whether I am about to be framed, or i will have to appear in court for some other reason, or they are just making a social visit, because they would really like to have a shot of coffee so they do not fall asleep on the job.
A matter that did worry me once, more than anything else has, was if I killed three people and turned a fourth into a vegetable for life, would I be eternally punished?
Now when I was thinking about my evil deeds, I was not worried about an Earthly judge, he can be bought; nor was I worried about investigators, for I thought I was smarter than them; but I was concerned about what would happen, if I had to answer for my actions here on Earth after my biological death.
The reason why I was concerned about what might happen, after my corpse had rotted or had been incinerated, was I found it difficult to believe that a person could conceive of eternity as if it did not exist. More to the point, I found it difficult to believe that I would cease to exist. I reasoned that being born to die is the essence of futility and, if I was not just a meaningless creature controlled by instinct— because I have the capacity to think—then there was every probability that I might have to give an account for my actions before the Creator.
The reason I acknowledged that there had to be a Creator is I have never seen evidence of chance repeating itself sufficiently for me to win a lottery, even though I have heard of a family winning a major lottery three times. After that the family’s luck ran out. Later on, I heard of a person who regularly won a lottery based on a mathematical formula, but when five more numbers were added to the game by the lottery commission (so that instead of correctly picking 6 from 40 numbers he had to correctly pick 6 from 45 numbers), he complained bitterly that it was unfair. It was no longer possible for him to win regularly. The odds of winning had blown out beyond the probabilities of his ability to so using the formula he had devised. The mathematician was not relying upon chance, but calculations which were the result of his reasoning powers.
These reasoning powers, that we all possess, are the reason why I would not be worried if anybody were to put a note on a vehicle that I was driving that said, “I know what you did.” I would immediately know whether I had done anything cringeworthy or not. Not being a pedovore or cannibal or someone who had perverted obsessions or a coprophiliac or anything of that nature, but knowing that God sees my every move, I have a worldview that incorporates the Eternal Judge.
- For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show his might in behalf of those whose heart is blameless toward him. You have done foolishly in this; for from now on you will have wars.” (2 Chronicles 16:9)
- For whoever has despised the day of small things shall rejoice, and shall see the plummet in the hand of Zerubbabel. “These seven are the eyes of the Lord, which range through the whole earth.” ( Zechariah 4:10)
Having given an account of my willful transgressions, as I have confessed my many sins, I have no option but to confess that had Lord Jesus Christ not given me the assurance of my sins being forgiven, and that I now possess Eternal Life, I probably would be worried if someone were to post unwanted messages about what I did.
