Who F**ken Cares Anyway

Pick as many as you like:

“It’s too late for me.”

“There’s no forgiveness for me.”

“If I walked into a church, I’d probably catch on fire.”

“God wouldn’t want someone like me.”

“My problems are too big.”

“I’m just wired this way.”

“I’ve tried before and it didn’t work.”

“I can fix myself.”

“I’m not religious enough.”

“The Bible’s just full of rules and laws.”

“It’s a man-made religion, written by men.”

“If God was real, my life wouldn’t be this bad.”

“God’s got bigger things to worry about.”

Insert yours here …………

You don’t want to admit it…

But the answer is you do.

You care.

That big ugly title up there?

The one that made you roll your eyes?

Yeah…

The answer to that is (drum roll)…

You care.

Because let’s be honest.

Why else are you here?

Maybe just for a laugh.

Maybe to see what kind of preachy, salesy garbage that big click-bait title was going to spit out.

That would probably be me.

If I’d gotten this far, I’d probably be amused by some so-called Christian using a big expletive to sell a blog post.

I’d stick around just to see how badly he was about to embarrass himself.

And honestly…

It might even make me feel a little better about myself.

After all, for all my faults…

At least I wouldn’t be as idiotic as this guy.

But now that you’ve gotten this far, you’re starting to realise something.

The idiot is about to launch into some long, torturous Jesus rant.

And the amusement?

Yeah… that’s drying up fast.

You’re already thinking about finding something else to be casually amused by.

Because that’s basically what life has become these days, right?

Scrolling.

Searching.

Hunting for the next ten-second dopamine hit.

Scroll.

Laugh.

Scroll again.

Repeat.

So go ahead.

Click away.

Scroll your life away.

Like a frog slowly boiling in a pot.

Blissfully unaware of the life you could have…

And the war raging around you for your very soul.

Oop…

Bye-bye.

There you go.

…and another one bites the dust.

(Insert Queen song here)

………………………………………………………………………….

Still here?

Gonna give me ten more seconds?

Nice.

Okay, so that whole list you just skimmed past above…

That’s great news for our common enemy.

It’s perfect fodder for the flocks of sheep willingly heading to the slaughter.

Because let’s be honest…

What else is life supposed to be about these days?

Learning to hate yourself.
Devaluing everyone else.

After all, aren’t we just meat bags?

The lucky product of evolutionary coincidences and random cosmic accidents.

Seriously… look around you.

This planet just happens to sit at the perfect distance from its star.
Everything just happened to evolve in exactly the right way.
Humans just happened to appear.

Creatures with self-awareness.
Consciousness.
Thought.

Critical thinkers.
Builders.
Creators.

Creatures who somehow developed moral codes so we don’t live like the other animals who operate purely on the circle of life principle.

Kill or be killed.

(You know… the Lion King song.)

And we’re told this is all just random.

A giant accident.

Billions of years of blind luck.

And all we really have is this short little life…
and then nothing.

So why bother being civil?

Why not live like animals?

Why not do whatever we want?

Because apparently there’s no judgment coming.

No Creator.
No accountability.

So go on.

Live it up.

Bury yourself in video games.
Social media.
Drugs.
Alcohol.

Chase the next dopamine hit.

Because when you’re on your deathbed…

(If you even make it that far)

You’ll probably regret not scrolling more Facebook.

You’ll wish you’d dominated one more Fortnite match.

You’ll wish you’d had one more beer.

One more hit off the pipe.

Because…

It’s all meaningless anyway.

Right?

You’re going to die.

That’s the only certainty you really have.

And you can’t run from it.

Just look at Hollywood.

Celebrities desperately trying to wind the clock back.

Compare how they looked in their prime…
to how they look now.

Some of them honestly look frightening.

I wouldn’t be surprised if a few scare children and old people on the daily.

It’s honestly sad.

Watch how people handle aging after about forty.

Terrified.

Desperately clinging to youth as it slips through their fingers.

And those questions start early.

Usually in your teens.

They come hard and fast.

Who am I?
Why am I here?
What’s my purpose?

And for many people those questions never go away.

They carry them into adulthood.
Into middle age.
Into old age.

And plenty die…

Having never answered a single one.

Why?

Well…

That depends on what you want to hear.

What dying people want to hear:

There is no God.

You’re not responsible for your life.

There are no ultimate consequences.

The meaning of life is simply to enjoy yourself while you still draw oxygen.

Do good and maybe good comes back.
Do bad and maybe bad comes back.

But when you die…

You feed the worms.

End of story.

What living people hear:

Life is a gift.

A precious one.

A gift given to us by a Creator who loves us and wants us to choose Him by the free will He has given us.

That love was shown through His Son, Jesus Christ.

Who took the sin of the world on His shoulders.

He paid the full penalty for it.

Taking God’s wrath against the evil and wickedness we all commit and carrying it to the grave.

Fully God.
Fully man.

He lived a perfect life without breaking God’s law.

And the grave could not hold Him.

So the grave spat Him out.

Now He sits at the right hand of God the Father, having paid our ransom.

He is our King.

He becomes our Father.
Our Brother.
Our Teacher.
Our Shepherd.
Our greatest friend.

Our deepest love.

All who call upon Him are found in Him.

And receive His free gift of everlasting life.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Because those who come to Jesus receive life now.

Strength.
Wisdom.
Purpose.

In Jesus you are not a nobody.

You are not a loser.

You are a child of the living God.

You are precious to Him.

And nobody can snatch you from His hand.

God has a plan for your life.

It’s not always easy.

But it’s not a plan of darkness, misery, and depression either.

So think about it.

You’ve been living your way.

How’s that working out?

Are you happy?

Are you content?

Are you at peace?

The worst that can happen if you turn to Jesus is this:

You live a life full of meaning.
Love.
Purpose.

And then you die and discover the atheists were right.

There’s nothing.

You won’t even know you ever lived.

But at least you lived a good life.

You experienced love.

Togetherness.

Faith.

Goodness.

Or…

You die and discover what countless people have already reported.

Those you loved waiting for you.

And the welcoming arms of Jesus Christ.

Into a life so beautiful words fail to describe it.

No pain.

No sorrow.

Just everlasting peace.

Everlasting joy.

So ask yourself something honestly.

What exactly are you gambling here?

Some people think you’re weak if you turn to Jesus.

But the truth is…

It takes courage.

Real courage.

To stand against this world and its ideas.

To go against what our enemy wants you to believe.

Your disbelief.

Your indifference.

Your casual dismissal of Jesus.

That’s entertainment for our enemy.

Because he doesn’t even have to fight you.

He just lets you keep scrolling.

Until the day comes…

When he collects what’s his.

So give it some thought.

If you want to know more —
or challenge anything I’ve said —

I’m always up for a chat.

Everything we talk about is confidential.

Thanks for reading this far.