I can here you already.
"Hey, honey, the knucklehead misspelled "elves"!"
It's not that kind of elf.
Not those elves.
The ones that started out in our baby-boomers' minds as little guys with little hammers and striped hats working for Santa.
And replaced fifty years later, thanks to Peter Jackson, with gracefully tall, lithe warriors that stab, arrow, and kick the stew outta orcs and dorks.
Not those elves.
ELFS.
The kinda elfs we all are.
It's something I was reminded of this Sunday.
Me and The Bro-In-Law were on for ushering. And since it's summer, there's an early AND a regular service.
Yeah.
Double duty with the bulletins and the greetings.
Which also means that we gotta sit through the sermon. Twice.
And this Sunday, Pastor said something that I found "interesting" the first time.
And the 2nd time it hit and stuck.
Like an octopus shot out of a cannon.
ELFS.
E-L-F-S.
"Everybody Lives Forever Somewhere"
All those people I pass every day. The folks I work with. The guy who scares me every morning in the mirror.
We're ELFS. Everyone of us.
And we've got two Choices.
Just two.
One Choice says "I'm with Him".
The other says "I'm not".
The Book calls the one Choice Heaven.
The other one is called Hell.
And making the Choice is confined to a handful of minutes, hours, days, and years.
A short time. A huge decision.
And I've had friends blow it off as a "Yeah-well-maybe" kind of thing.
Like an invitation to a party of someone they didn't know all that well.
No big deal one way or the other, right?
C.S. Lewis of "Narnia" fame,
(I really like this guy),
put the whole ELFS thing into context:
"Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance.
The only thing it cannot be is moderately important."
Yeah. Gives that "John 3:16" sign in the end zone a little more weight, doesn't it?
All the marbles in one sack.
All the eggs in one basket.
All in. Whether I wanna be or not.
"Everybody Lives Forever Somewhere"
Choose wisely, eh?
Make it count.