Many people over the years have tried to bully me into religion out of a fear of “HELL”. (Read that like you’re yelling it… it’s way more fun that way.) I’ve never really been able to get on board with that logic.
My wonderful, brilliant husband, Kullervo, has talked about it on his blog some, and I agree–it doesn’t seem like a just god would send someone to an eternal torture for a finite life without full knowledge. I mean really–I’m an arguably depraved sinner, but I wouldn’t punish Oliver for, say, breaking the video game controllers (hahaha… are you kidding? I’d cheer him on!… but that’s another story…). He doesn’t know better. And even when he does stuff that he DOES know are against the rules (because when we say no he turns around and laughs at us before doing it again), I might move him away from said object, I might tell him ‘No’ again, more sharply… but eternal punishment? Seems a bit cruel, no? And really, how much more can we REALLY know about religion? We can’t know for sure–otherwise faith would be pretty much a moot point.
So, I don’t think I believe in the eternal fires, burning, demons-poking-me-in-the-bum-with-a-pitchfork hell. It doesn’t really make sense. Is there probably some kind of sucky thing we have to go through when we’re bad (and, since I’m a Christian, I can qualify that by saying assuming that we’re bad and don’t accept Jesus Christ)? Sure. I can get on board with that. Maybe even some pitchfork bum poking, if that will make sense in the eternal scheme of things. Maybe we get stuck with an eternal separation from God–or a temporary one.
But I refuse to be intimidated with religious battery about how I should do ‘x’ to avoid the mean demons. That’s just not good missionary tactics, folks!
Kullervo just sent me to an interesting link about HELL