>> IF YOU WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN, YOU HAVE TO BE HOLY AS I MYSELF AM HOLY<<
Then you point to 1 Corinthians. With the covering of Jesus blood we stand before the Father cleansed. Therefore Holy as Jesus is Holy?
Such were some of you; but YOU WERE WASHED, but YOU WERE SANCTIFIED, but YOU WERE JUSTIFIED in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and in the Spirit of our God. (1 Corinthians 6:9-11)
In your second example I believe you make an assumption.
>> "You see, SOME OF THESE PEOPLE KNEW ME WHEN THEY WERE ON EARTH.<<
You said: “(i.e., they were Christians)”.
The phrase “knew me when they were on earth” does not necessarily mean that they “believed” or trusted that Jesus was the messiah.
>> I asked Him: "ARE THERE CHRISTIANS IN THIS HELL?", He answered: "Yes, do you know why? They believed in Me but they did not walk according to my Word.<<
Revelation 1:1 Unto the angel of the church of Ephesus write; These things saith he that holdeth the seven stars in his right hand, who walketh in the midst of the seven golden candlesticks; 2I know thy works, and thy labour, and thy patience, and how thou canst not bear them which are evil: and thou hast tried them which say they are apostles, and are not, and hast found them liars: 3 And hast borne, and hast patience, and for my name's sake hast laboured, and hast not fainted. 4 Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love. 5 Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works; or else I will come unto thee quickly, and will remove thy candlestick out of his place, except thou repent.
INDEED.
[p63-69] "Sitting at my makeshift desk, I looked over at my son as he brought Spider-Man pouncing down on some nasty-looking creature from Star Wars. 'Hey, Colton,' I said. 'Remember when we were in the car and you talked about sitting on Jesus' lap?'
Still on his knees, he looked up at me. "Yeah."
"Well, did anything else happen?"
He nodded, eyes bright. "Did you know that Jesus has a cousin? Jesus told me his cousin baptized him."
"Yes, you're right," I said. "The Bible says Jesus' cousin's name is John."
Mentally, I scolded myself: Don't offer information. Just let him talk...
"I don't remember his name," Colton said happily, "but he was really nice."
John the Baptist is 'nice'?!
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. . . "Hey, Dad, did you know Jesus has a horse?"
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. . . Now it was dawning on me that [p64] not only was my son saying he had left his body; he was saying he had left the hospital!
"You were in heaven?" I managed to ask.
"Well, yeah, Dad," he said, as if that fact should have been perfectly obvious.
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Back downstairs, Colton was still on his knees, bombing aliens . . .
"Hey, Colton, can I ask you something else about Jesus?"
He nodded but didn't look up from his devastating attack on a little pile of X-Men.
"What did Jesus look like?" I said.
Abruptly, Colton put down his toys and looked up at me.
"Jesus has markers."
"What?"
"Markers, Daddy . . . Jesus has markers. And he has brown hair and he has hair on his face," . . . "And his eyes . . . oh, Dad, his eyes are so pretty!"
As he said this, Colton's face grew dreamy and far away, as if enjoying a particularly sweet memory.
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. . . . . "His clothes were white, but it was purple from here to here."
Another word he didn't know: sash.
"Jesus was the only one in heaven who had purple on, Dad. Did you know that?"
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. . . . .I got all that . But what about the markers? What did Colton mean when he said Jesus has markers?
What are markers to a little kid?
Suddenly, I had it. "Colton, you said Jesus had markers. You mean like markers that you color with?"
Colton nodded. "Yeah, like colors. He had colors on him."
"Like when you color a page?"
"Yeah."
"Well, what color are Jesus' markers?"
"Red, Daddy, Jesus has red markers on him."
At that moment, my throat nearly closed with tears as I suddenly understood what Colton was trying to say. Quietly, carefully, I said, "Colton, where are Jesus' markers?"
Without hesitation, he stood to his feet. He held out his right hand, palm up and pointed to the center of it with his left. Then he held out his left palm and pointed with his right hand. Finally, Colton bent over and pointed to the tops of both his feet.
"That's where Jesus' markers are, Daddy," he said.
I drew in a sharp breath. He saw this. He had to have."
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I was also struck by how quickly Colton answered my questions. He spoke with the simple conviction of an eye-witness, not the carefulness of someone remembering the "right" answers learned in Sunday school or from a book.
"Colton, I'm going up to get some water," I said, really only wanting to exit the conversation. Whether or not he was done, I was done. I had enough information to chew on.
"Okay, Daddy," Colton said and bent to his toys.
Upstairs, in the kitchen, I leaned against the counter and sipped from a water bottle. How could my little boy know this stuff?"
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When I asked Colton what Jesus looked like, that was the first detail he popped out with. NOt the purple sash, the crown or even Jesus' eyes, with which Colton was clearly enchanted. He'd said right off the bat, "Jesus has markers."
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IT'S A BOOK WELL WORTH READING. It will encourage you in your faith and in your affection for Jesus and The Father and Spirit.