
“Beep! Beep! Beep!” the alarm screeches, laughing as I throw the covers off me in a panic from my rude awakening. I grimaced in the direction of the alarm as I reassured my heart of my safety and coerced it into relaxation. My heart slowly reached its normal pace, cautious and wary of danger like a child clinging to their parent’s leg. I reigned in my frustrated annoyance against my alarm clock as I crossed the length of my room to roughly silence the alarm that seemed to remind me of a toddler’s immature attempts to catch my attention. I was already infuriated. I had woken up an hour before the alarm went off because of my subconscious trying inform me of something again. The alarm was just the icing on the cake. If I wasn’t careful I was going to hurl the entire clock against the wall. Perhaps that was what my subconscious was trying to tell me. I was too angry. No, that wasn’t it. The only thing I could remember about the dream was being overtly happy, depressingly happy. I was almost sure I had never been that happy in my life, or if I ever had been, I couldn’t remember it. It was a serene happiness, tranquil and calm. It was relaxing. I relished the thought of the imperfect memory of it, my anger slipping along with the details of the dream.
I sighed after a minute or two of sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet hanging over the edge and raked my hands through my hair, my fingers catching small tangles as they twisted through the strands. I grimaced against the pain, and got up off the bed to brush my hair. After changing clothes, I stuffed my pockets with my keys, phone, and wallet while rushing to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I finished with my teeth, I ran to the living room, careful not to bother my dad, grabbed my lunch box that my dad had taken the time to pack, and slung my book bag across my shoulder.
It wasn’t until I reached my truck that I realized that my keys were underneath my wallet in my pocket. I hung my head in mock annoyance, smiling in irritation as I threw my lunch box into the bed of my truck and jammed my hand into my pocket, wrenching out my wallet, which apparently I had put in pocket upside down causing all the money in my wallet to spill out onto to the ground and start to blow away with the wind. All in all, not a good start to the day. Obviously I ran after my money, nearly shouting for the money to come back in exasperation. That was nearly fifty bucks I had been saving! By the time I had collected all my money, it was nearly 7:00, and my college class started at 7:30. Of course it was only natural for me to take almost thirty minutes to get to class in the first place. I groaned and leaned my head against the window of the truck as I jammed the key in the lock to unlock my door. This was going to be one of those days.
A minute later I was on the road, fighting the urge to speed as I drove onto the main street. There was nothing on the radio, so I just turned the volume down all the way. The radio knob was slightly broken. I was supposed to be able to push it to turn the radio off, but being an older model, the knob didn’t like following directions. But despite everything, my exhaustion from having to get up so early, losing my money to the wind for a few minutes, I was alright. Why? Because I looked up.
As I drove due east toward PJC, the sky became a painting. What were once dull grays became fiery oranges and rosy pinks. Clouds performed magnificent feats, rolling in so close that I almost wanted jump onto the clouds and ride through the sky with them. The scene was completed as as blueish clouds formed a misty spread closer to the horizon with a scarlet sun projecting its light in overpowering waves of brilliance underneath a cover of wispy cirrus clouds. The clouds below resembled the waves of the ocean crashing onto to shore, mists flying off the crests like eagles beginning to take flight. And there it was, a painting of the beach coloring the skies in an almost celestial dance. The beauty of the sunrise pierced me and settled deep within me, my awe and respect renewed for the Lord as I became entranced by the sky. I breathed out heavily, expelling the refuse of the beginning of the day.
As I sat there watching the majesty of the sunrise float higher into the sky, I became transfixed, hypnotized. The air was still cool, but there was an obvious heaviness to the air that can only signify a hot, humid day. Still, the air rushing through my open window kept a comfortable breeze inside the truck as I made my way down to the first red light, keeping a wary eye on the road as I glanced back at the sky over and over again.
The light turned red as I moved down the turn lane, and I turned my attention back to the road so that I wouldn’t demolish the car in front of me. I looked back up only to see the ugly sign of a billboard obstructing my view. Irritated, I moved back and forth in my seat, but the billboard still blocked my view. All I could do was sit there, seething as I realized I was missing the most brilliant sunrise I had ever seen. I clenched my teeth and stared up at the billboard, absolutely fuming, to find what was so important that I had to miss God’s imagination at work. All I could do was laugh throatily at the irony of the billboard.
The billboard said, and I quote, “What is your choice? Heaven of Hell?” Heaven was written in the middle of a bright blue sky with puffy clouds wedged inside it, while Hell was written in a background of flames. Heaven had a phone number written underneath it unlike Hell, which had a verse underneath it. I laughed, biting my tongue against an onslaught of accusations. The rest of my day was obliterated after that incident, starting with me locking my keys in my car.
What has happened to us? Is this what we have stooped to? Writing corny billboards in hopes that maybe one person will call that phone number? How many of us actually believe someone will listen to any Christian when we do something as worthless as this? I understand why people do this, but those people are too naive to know what they are doing. Their actions have created a stereotype for every Christian in America. We are judged as a people by these type of movements of evangelism, but are these deeds what are really going to bring people to Christ? Does putting up a billboard or putting up a Christian bumper-sticker on your car mean that you are making a good impression to other people? No, they do not. All we are doing is selling ourselves short. We are merely parading around this image that we are intolerant beings who deny any sort of logic and blame all accidents on the devil and all blessing on God. People truly believe that we are the enemy of any sort of higher thinking. Do you want to know the worst part? The worst part is that many Christians are that way.
Oh, something good happened to you, did it? That was God working in your life right there! Oh, you lost your keys? You know that wily old Satan. He hates making our lives easy. He must have stolen your keys.
Go ahead and laugh, but many Christians do act this way. The deny learning saying that we are just supposed to believe without ever understanding why we believe what we believe. Christians have ruined Christianity because of this. How can we win anyone over if we cannot prove to them our own religion? No, the worst part is not the actual actions of the naive. It is that we let people perceive Christians negatively. Do you want to see more Christians in the world? Go serve the homeless. Do you want to have people actually listen to you when you minister? Study the Bible and the world itself. Think with your own mind. Don’t just follow after others because they tell you to. Be your own person and your own mind. Do you want to understand God? Do you want others to accept and follow your faith? Be a real Christian.

Heaven or Hell