Judgment is not a popular subject in the church. The word "judgment" is rarely heard used in Christianity
today. However, as the generation who now lives on the ragged edge of eternity we are wise to know what the Bible says about Jesus and His day of judgment.
“Because God is infinitely just, He will neither let hidden evil be unpunished, nor hidden good be unrewarded.” ― Wolle
“We shall see of what vast consequence it is to us that we be religious, if we consider the account we must every one of us shortly give of himself to God.” ― Matthew Henry
“Fear of God – a proper fear of God originates in faith; a wrong fear, in doubt. A right fear bends toward hope, because it springs from faith, and we hope in the God whom we believe; and improper fear leads to despair, because we dread Him in whom we have not faith.” ― Blaise Pascal
Judgment is the result of the mercy and love of God exhausted on behalf of the individual. It is the climatic measure of grace – unmerited favor of God withdrawn. Judgment always follows mercy exhausted. The love of God in this present dispensation (grace) is at our disposal; it can be used or misused, loved or hated, embraced or rebuffed, applied or misapplied; the use and application is left up to skill of the individual. Misappropriated mercy results in inevitable judgment. Therefore, judgment is born out of our behavior to God. In other words, whatever judgment will be to us, will be chiseled out of our own will; we are the pacesetter and administrator. Christ cannot say “well done” if we have not done “well.” Our deeds will be judged, whether good or evil. When all books are balanced, Christ Jesus will assimilate the deeds done at the close of day and pronounce His judgment – Yes, He will Judge!
That’s why our only hope lies with the One who gave His life for us – He gave His life to save the world from sin. Jesus Christ, who is appropriately described by an unknown author:
“His holy fingers formed the bough
Where grew the thorns that
Crowned His brow,
The nails that pierced His hands were mined
In secret places He designed.
He made the forest whence it sprung
The tree on which His holy body hung,
He died upon a cross of wood,
Yet made the hill upon which it stood.
The sun which hid from Him its face
By His decree was poised in space,
The sky which darkened o’er His head
By Him above the earth was spread.
The spear that spilled His precious blood
Was tempered in the fires of God.
The grave in which His form was laid
Was hewn from rocks His hands had made.”





















