The bomb goes off.
They find themselves residing in a deserted island. Far away from civilization. Distant land from the fallout. They are alone. A child grows up in this post-apocalypse and finds a Bible. There are no rules. There are no traditions. He reads the words of the old worn-out Bible. He gets to know the Creator. He falls for the story of redemption. He starts to tell others about it.
People start simply following the Bible. It’s simple. It’s pure. They have faith in the Savior. They turn to follow him. They confess him as Lord. They are baptized for the forgiveness of their sins.
They love each other. There are no special programs. There are no flashy signs. There isn’t even an acoustic guitar. No seminaries. There are no choirs. No robes. No clerical collars nor even Sunday suits. No sects.
They meet each week to remember his death. They celebrate his resurrection. They love each other. They sing and pray. They read from the Word and discuss it. They commune together as they take the Lord’s supper, enjoying fellowship and sharing the bond of the Word.
They simply love the Lord. They love each other. And, what is their guide? Sola Scriptura. The seed produces fruit after its kind. Simply Christians. They are full of the Spirit and bonded together in love.
Isn’t that enough?
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