I'm standing in front of St. Peter's Basilica in Rome. It's the largest Christian church in the world. It was also the scene of many horrible atrocious acts. In that court yard Nero had 150 Christians burned to provide light for one of his banquets.
In England, William Tyndale was strangled and burned at the stake in 1536 for his part in translating the Bible into English. As he died he said,"Oh Lord open the King of Englands eyes".
My husband and I had the privilege of touring the underground catacombs that the early Christians dug where they buried their dead and hid from their tormenters.
All these things made me do some soul searching and I asked myself these questions:
~would I give up my life for my beliefs?
~Is my faith what it should be?
~Do I appreciate my bible that people
died for to get it to the common people
I would hate if William Tyndale thought I took the Bible forgranted, if those first Christian saints were saddened by my priorities. I think I'll try alittle harder.
If you don't believe.......maybe look to see why people were willing to die for it.