I am watching the season finale of Lost right now. I am at a loss for words to describe it. And the scary thing is, it's not over yet. There is so much more to it. There were 71 known survivors of Oceanic Fligth 815 at the time of the crash. Then there were only 6 of them. (For those of you who are trying to get into the show, I don't recommend reading this). Through a very twisted and confusing series of events, 6 people total from the original crash make it off the island alive.
For a long time, I believed the island to be purgatory. The place that people await judgment before they go to either Heaven or Hell. Unfortunately, this is a warped perception of reality, because there is no mid-point in between Heaven or Hell, there's no looking back, there's just one stop.
It's sad to think that there are actually people that believe that you can wait for your judgment to be decided by God.
This life is fleeting by the minute, and it only comes down to a choice, Heaven or Hell. Rejection or Acceptance, Jesus' arms are wide open and waiting for you to jump into them (or not). The choice is yours, which one, is up to you.