And what shall we say to our Creator on Judgment Day? "I meant to"? (Oh yes, that love thy neighbor thing was on my list of things to do, but everything has just been so crazy, you know?) It really is a terrifying concept: being completely naked before the Unending Eye, exposed not just of body but of all the tiniest little thing done and said throughout one's entire life; all those things you said out of petty annoyance, said out of selfish spite, all those things you did when no one was looking — all there in front of you as plain as day. Really. Frightening.
Not to say there wouldn't be a flip side to those who have done well: every scrap of paper you picked up and tossed away in the proper receptacle, that quarter you gave to your five year old nephew to give to the homeless man, every tiny little thing you did when you didn't think of yourself first; these things are all credits in the bank balance of your soul. And the people will say, "But those are nothing," and the answer will be, "But those are everything."
Just a theory, but one side or the other will be forgotten and never brought to mind again for each soul. ... Not sure why I bring this topic up, just where my mind is today.
