Verse 1 in this chapter.(2Corinthians 5th chapter).shows Paul is talking about our eternal reward:."For we know that if our Earthly house of this tabernacle.(our bodies).were dissolved.(death), we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens."

Also in the last verse of the previous chapter he talks about this:."While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal."

Are we actually and individually going to be judged by Christ?

Strong's number 2556 for the word 'evil' in the original Greek.(New Testament).is a word meaning 'a maker of mischief', 'delighting in injury', 'doing evil to others', 'causing one to be in danger', 'destructive', all meaning, of such a bad nature at variance with love. The word 'evil' as in Matthew 6:13 and Matthew 7:11 means 'a life of pain'.

It's talking about a mode of thinking that works from ill will toward something or toward someone, that is, acting from feelings that are base.(selfish pleasures and devices at another's expense), wrong, wicked, troublesome, injurious, pernicious, destructive.

Evil comes out of one's feelings of resentment, that is, you wouldn't treat another negatively if you didn't resent him. But why evil.in the first place?

2556 describes the effects of this type of attitude. Other Greek words describe the attitude. If you see the effects, you see the attitude:.Matthew 7:16-20.

2556 is used for 'evil' in the passage Matthew 24:48-51 and in Acts 9:13. It is translated 'harm' in Acts 16:28.

Evil is those things which come from a heart of spite, anger and maliciousness, those things which are bad, severe, distressing, offensive, obnoxious, thoughts which lead to things ruinous, harmful, destructive, painful, injurious in effect and that which causes suffering and hardship.

Evil is those things that hurt the self and/or others, although perpetrators of evil don't realize they are also hurting themselves, because the results of their thoughts and actions later come upon them and their lives; we reap what we have sown. The reason they come later in life is so people with negative qualities have time for waking up on their own and thus change without severe heartache. The Creator is kind, even to the evil. But are we even alert to listening?

Scriptures on evil:.Psalms 52:3-5 "You love evil more than good and lying rather than to speak righteousness. You love all devouring words, O you deceitful tongue. God shall likewise destroy you for ever, He shall take you away and pluck you out of your dwelling place and root you out of the land of the living.(God did just that on a grand scale by sending whole nations into captivity)." Psalms 52:7 "Lo, this is the man that made not God his strength but trusted in the abundance of his riches and strengthened himself in his wickedness."

2Corinthians 5:10 is describing our.(those called by God now).time to qualify for a position in the spiritual government of God to reign on this Earth through the entire mass consciousness being changed and your critical part in it all, a time of course that terminates with the cessation of our physical life.

In this qualifying, how we apply love is most important. And we will be judged by our application of these scriptures:.Romans 13:10; 1Corinthians 10:6; 13:5,13; 2Corinthians 13:7.

The Lord wants the wicked to become good:.Ezekiel 18:23-31.

In other words, no matter what, always act in the most loving way you know how to and keep learning more about the art of love.

-An example of kindness, of loving the spirit in another:

"MY LITTLE BROTHER"
"Growing up with a brother who was 7 years older was difficult. Scott was my idol and it hurt a lot not to be able to go the places he did or hang out with his friends. I was always the dorky younger brother who tried so hard to just fit in. All I ever wanted was for him to be proud of me. So, when Scott announced that he was going to work the summer teaching mentally challenged kids and asked if I'd like to volunteer, I jumped at the chance to spend the time with him. I was 14 and the only volunteer at the program. 

"Everyone else was 21 and above, either earning college credits in Special Education like my brother or trying to make a few bucks for the summer. We had approximately 30 students, ranging in age from 8 to 21, with the majority being my age. I had never had much exposure to the world of the mentally challenged and was a bit taken aback on my first day.

"Wheelchair after wheelchair rolled off the bus, each with its own special passenger, smiles brighter than the sun in summer.   Parent's dropping off their bundles of joy, each one filled with the same excitement I felt my first day of school. 

"And then there was Mikey. Mikey was 9 years old, tall, thin and severely emotionally disturbed. He stood alone in the corner, weaving back and forth, afraid. It was as if he was invisible to all the other students and counselors. I walked over to him, reached out my hand and he began to scream. I remember the look of embarrassment in my brother's eyes. I wanted to crawl under a rock and just quit. I backed away and tended to the other students. 

"Every morning Mikey would get dropped off by his mother and every morning he would go to the same corner where he spent most of his day alone. Even other students would avoid him, not wanting to listen to the screaming or tantrums he would throw. Each afternoon the counselors would have their students pair off and do different activities.  And each afternoon Mikey would remain in the corner, watching. 

"Feeling more comfortable, I approached the director and asked her about Mikey. She explained that he has been coming to the program for the past couple years and this was how he spent his days and no one had the time needed to spend with him. I asked her if I could be assigned to him. She didn't respond at first and I could see the whole "You are only 14 years old!  What can you do?" look in her eyes. "Sure, go ahead. What could it hurt?" she finally replied. 

"So each morning Mikey would come in and I would be waiting for him. He would walk over to his corner and I would tag right along, standing or sitting next to him for hours, not saying a word.  He would scream and everyone would look, but I would just stare straight back at them, determined not to quit. This went on for two weeks. I knew all the counselors were talking about me to my brother. This was not what I had envisioned my summer to turn into. It was suppose to strengthen the bond between my brother and I, not make it weaker. 

"Then something happened that changed my life forever.  I overslept one morning and my brother had already taken off to work. I jumped on my bike and rushed to the school, embarrassed for over sleeping and worried I would be in trouble. I walked into the classroom and the room went silent. "Oh no" I thought. That's when I heard it. Someone was clapping their hands. I shrugged it off as a student just expressing their excitement. Then someone else began clapping. Another student, I thought. No, it was one of the counselors. What was going on? Then it erupted. Everyone was clapping. Were they all being sarcastic that I was late? It was at that moment that I locked eyes with my brother. He was clapping the loudest out of everyone and smiling at me. I just stood there puzzled until the Director of the program approached me and explained that it had to do with Mikey. 

"Apparently when Mikey arrived that morning and couldn't find me he went around from table to table, counselor to counselor, asking "Where's Paul? Where's Paul?" The Director informed me that those were the first words Mikey had spoken in the past couple years. I didn't know what to say. I could feel my eyes beginning to fill with tears. I looked over to Mikey in his corner and he was smiling, pointing to me and saying "Paul! Paul! Paul!" I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Scott. "This is my little brother" he kept reminding everyone with pride in his voice. It was then I began to cry. 

"The next year I was hired to be a counselor. I was only 15 and had to get a worker's permit. I was in charge of my own group of students and had a college girl as my assistant. As for Mikey, his family moved out West and I was saddened by the fact that I would never see him again. I hoped that he was all right and thought of him that whole summer. 

"The last day of the program I received a postcard from California. In barely legible handwriting were the words "Hi Paul". It was from Mikey. I knew he was going to be okay."....Paul Kleinschmidt

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