They call them EOBs.
The insurance company Mom is with emails me an EOB (Explanation
of Benefits) whenever a claim is made. It details the bill and explains what
amount of that bill the insurance will cover, and what will be Mom’s
responsibility.
Mom is blessed to have the insurance she has. When I see the
eye-watering costs associated with her recent stay in hospital and treatment for
a broken hip, I don’t know how the uninsured in America manage.
Some people look at religion as a form of eternal insurance,
a ‘just in case’ transaction which might open the gates of heaven for the
adherent. Might cover the cost of any misdemeanours committed during a
lifetime. Pie in the sky when you die.
Those who know Jesus know that the gates of heaven open when
we first believe. Life on earth takes on a tinge of heaven. It doesn’t make
life easy, but knowing that I walk through the valleys with Jesus strengthens,
comforts and encourages me, filling me with hope and that peace beyond
understanding.
Not insurance, but assurance. The gates swing open as soon
as one of us sinners surrenders to Jesus, turning back from a lonely path
pocked with pitfalls of sin, onto another path with plenty of pockets of sin,
but walked hand-in-hand with the One who can keep me on my feet. And be there
to help me up when I trip and fall.
Faith casts out fear. There is no question of whether or not
my sin has been covered – of whether or not I might receive a shocking EOB at
the gates of heaven showing that actually, the debt was too large for Jesus to
cover.
Jesus paid it all.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine.
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