Thousands of pretty bottles, tubes, and jars line the shelves of my favorite beauty store. Known for high-end, try-before-you-buy cosmetics, Sephora is like Christmas morning to me.
There a million combinations of products waiting for you.
I always leave a satisfied customer.
Sephora customizes products for me. I know exactly which brands I love, which mascara makes my lashes look bombshell, and which foundations airbrush my skin.
Like many things in life, being in Sephora reminds me of church. As I stood in front of the Too Faced display, I thought about the age-old argument — “There are many roads to God.” I looked around at the beautiful displays with innumerable options that make everyone a winner, and it hit me.
God is not Sephora.
You can walk into any flavor of church to find your perfect fit. In America, there are churches within spitting distance of each other. Many offer online and TV services, so you can have breakfast in bed while tuning in to a message that uplifts and challenges you.
But not every religion leads to God.
I’m not talking about the different Christian denominations. Our favorite youth camp is an interdenominational conference, and I learn more about who God is every year during this week. At one point in my life, I was legalistic to the point where I felt my brand of Christianity was the “right” one, and everyone else better watch out. This is childish thinking. Pharisaical thinking.
I’m talking about religions that don’t profess Jesus as God’s Son, the God-Man, the Messiah, our Savior who died on the cross for our sins, suffered our eternal hell punishment, rose again, appeared to many, and now is in Heaven with God the Father.
Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No man comes to the Father except through me” (John 14:6).
Bam. ‘Nuff said.
If I think about Sephora in terms of religions, putting each one in a different aisle–Christian, Islam, Wicca, Gnosticism, Buddhism–you may find one that works for you, but only one will leave your soul satisfied for eternity.