Robert, like alot of lost people, neither smoked nor drank. He simply wasn't interested in that sort of thing. And forget fornicating - he so was NOT interested in going the domestic relations route ... a few too many other guys he worked with ... oh the stories, the car running funny, but no money to fix. Neither was he interested in dirty media ... just was never his thing. Rob's thing has always been computers and hiking in the mountains. Just a regular guy.
So, when he was around 30 - give or take a few years, he remembered either hearing or reading a Scripture, about there not being one single person who can stand before God, on their own steam ... something along those lines. But he still recalls, "No. Not one." Well anyway, he won't brag about his Bible reading, because he knows when people go that route, something is not right.
He just doesn't have it in him to go around quoting chapter and verse, and yeah, he is ever aware of his shortcomings. And no way, does he want to come off, even a shade of self-righteous ... heard more than enough scripture-slinging, from people who definitely had an agenda. Neither will he forget the Julie incident...some old lady at church, who quit going ... well because, basically, she got run off by pharisees. Yeah, Julie had some sort of personal problems ... welcome to the real world.
Anyway, one fine Wednesday afternoon, Robert wasn't feeling so fine. He was very upset, why on earth the code wouldn't run right ... everything else was working. It's not like he didn't get things done ahead of time. But doggoneit, he checked everything, tried every which way to get that stupid query to run.
He grabbed his laptop and on the way out the building, some broad chided him in the elevator about his mask not covering his nose. It was all he could do to not cuss her out. He had just begun to realize something, possibly, about that code; in the lower middle portion ... the thought was brought to a halt. Over what :/
Anyway, our programming-hero heads out the building. Recapturing that almost-got-away thought, he heads down to the corner. With a head full of C++, he didn't notice that the light was red.
Yep, spa-latt.
So, there he stands, in eternity, behind the Lord's throne, with the other saints. They had already been before the Bema, where rewards were either given or denied - Paul the Apostle talks about this upcoming event. Btw, our coding hero was in fact, denied a significant reward ... yep, had to do with the elevator incident. The reward loss would have been greater, had he busted off his yap toward ms.heidi - number 1, would have trashed his testimony (which was damaged enough, thankyouverymuch) and number 2, would have cut her to the quick (things he didn't know about...our guy not being a nosey sort).
Well anyway, the saints, having been already judged - not for sin, that was settled by our Lord's work on the cross - it was now time for the White Throne judgment of the lost. Robert surely wasn't the only saint to stand in shock, upon seeing lost people he knew. But the most shocking was, among these people were people who he, while on earth, were ALOT nicer, better adjusted, better tempered, and certainly better knowledgeable of the Scriptures, than he ever was.
One such individual, being judged for his works, had for years and years, scrimped and saved, and gave it to the homeless mission - even worked the soup kitchen ... in July, when the ac skitsed out. Robert's giving? (Well that was another reward loss for him...spent his money on puter books and truck parts. Btw, back on earth, there's an unpaid credit-card balance for an engine, a pair of boots, and the new edition of the C++ bible. How that will be settled, don't know.)
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