Is God my savior? Should I beg repentance? On Judgment Day, shall I have admittance? I don't have to live my life by the Bible or do I?

I stand in the midst of a dying world, and the questions burn inside me like an unquenchable fire. Is God truly my Savior? The weight of that question presses down on my soul with an urgency I can no longer avoid. The world tells me to live freely, untethered to ancient texts, to abandon the idea of sin as though it were a relic of a distant past. But my heart—my heart trembles. Should I beg repentance? Should I fall to my knees and confess the darkness that clings to me like a second skin?

Oh, Judgment Day!

The mere thought of it sends a shiver down my spine. Will I be welcome inside those pearly gates, or will the sinister darkness that I so often toy with pull me into eternal despair? I have danced with sin, I confess it. I have turned my back on the Word, on the teachings of Christ, as though they were mere stories. Yet, in the stillness of night, his words return to me like a whisper on...