I’ve often asked myself this question. It’s a legitimate concern for me because I love music and I love going to shows. I love the feeling music alone gives me, and the power of performances is like nothing else.
So in light of what happened at a concert in Manchester recently, the question popped up again: If I died at a concert, would I go to heaven?
(*Note: I’m not at all giving any kind of judgment to any of those people who lost their lives at that concert in Manchester. My heart aches when tragedies like these occur. I don’t know their lives nor their hearts, and I’m not here to sentence anyone—that’s not my job.)
I’ve gone to countless shows. I’ve even seen one band nearly 20 times alone.
Here’s the thing though.
Within the last maybe year or so, I’ve really felt my concert-going days would soon be over for me. I felt God was calling me to set my mind on things above, and going to shows was something I had to let go of. If I’m honest (though through gritted teeth), I think it’s a pretty clear conviction for me.
Though yes, I’ve tried to ignore it. There are many, many concerts I want to go to this year. If I go to one of these concerts and end up dying, what does that mean for me? Where will I end up? Would my Christian life up to that point not matter? Did I just damn myself by that one decision, that one choice to go?
Is it dangerous to do something we know we shouldn’t be doing? Where do justice, grace, and mercy come into play?
Does ignoring our convictions and rationalizing them away end up leading us to an inevitable path of destruction?