Moses was High
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Khurram, you are correct about the only unforgiveable sin, that is rejecting Christ even at the end of one's life.
Why exactly is it that you can't accept the fact that I and many other Christians are actually quite capable of thinking for ourselves, and do so on a daily basis? Because I have a moral compass that is bigger than me does not make me a sheep. It does not make me weak. Rather, it shows that I understand my place in the grand scheme of things. I know that using my own personal moral compass without any other sort of grounding will lead to chaos and death. Show me a person for whom total moral objectivity works, for whom it provides order – show me a world that benefits from such standards (or lack thereof), and I will show you a person, and a world, whose very existence is predicated upon a vast web of lies, self-deceit, and pride. It's where we're all headed if we insist on offering anything of worth to God besides our brokenness. We are so dead-set on making at least some small contribution to our salvation. When you alone steer the ship, you end up lost. I think of Marie Antoinette, whose last words were "Nothing tastes."
Interesting that you quote Nietzsche, the poster child of nihilism. Now that's a real joyful outlook, let me tell you... What a sad ass that guy was. Brilliant, but a misguided man nonetheless.
I heard a great analogy today about salvation. Say you're at someone's birthday party. Everyone is congratulating the birthday boy or girl for being born. "What an excellent job you did, getting conceived and entering the world through your mother's womb!" "I like that thing you did with the whole fetus turning into an adult thing. Brilliant work, you really knew how to get born."
As asinine as this analogy sounds, this is how much we are able to contribute to our own salvation. We are stuck in the mud and cannot pull ourselves out. To say we have anything good enough in us to satisfy God's justice is like saying we make some sort of contribution to being born. Thankfully God, much like the doctor with his forceps, is able deliver us from our own suffocating placenta of death and self-destruction.