A “Heaven Is For Real” follow-up. (BTHT (big-time hat-tip) to Neal Ford for the video.)

Let me be absolutely clear, yet again. My rant last night had absolutely nothing to do with “hating Protestants”. On the contrary, it is about loving Protestants enough to openly question the events of one Colton Burpo and his parents, with the hope that some are led to an investigation in what the Church has traditionally held and passed down to Her faithful throughout the ages.

My rant also had absolutely nothing to do with “hating Kathy Schiffer”. On the contrary, it is about loving Kathy enough to ask her to further discern the subject-matter through the lens of her Catholic faith. And to do so, even as I justly criticize her interviewing skills on the most important of worldly topics.

But I must say, I woke up this morning with the weirdest of feelings. I went to bed late, tossed and turned, can’t remember the dreams I had, and yet… woke up like I’d experienced a blue-ribbon night of sleep. I’m usually a little dim in the mornings, but I awoke with a sense of peace and clarity… and with my blog post from last night still on my mind.

And just to show that I don’t hate Protestants (while loathing Protestantism), I present to you a pretty solid video by a fellow named David Platt; a Southern Baptist pastor, who takes to task the Burpo phenomenon.

Now, let me clarify that I don’t subscribe to everything Platt states from a theological standpoint. For instance Platt, at the 3:30 mark, insinuates that Lazarus went to Heaven. Of course, that is an impossibility as Christ had not yet died on the Cross, thus opening the Gates. I would imagine Lazarus went to Limbo of the Patriarchs, which I’m sure would cause a stir with Platt. But the video merely shows that there are some Protestants who are closer to the truths of Christ’s Catholic Church than some Catholics who aim at only coddling Protestants who would flatly object to peers like Platt.

Hey.  This salvation thing?  We’re all in it together.  All of us.  And we’re simply not doing our job if we keep mum, for fear of upsetting the apple cart.

We must serve God first.