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nsper7
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As I ruminate on my faith (I have been a Christian for five years, although I new to the Catholic Church *) it seems to me that the centerpoint of Christianity is fear. Oh, we can talk about love and it makes a great smokescreen for the fear behind it, but in the end, it seems all about fear.
I mean, we can use all the flowery language we want, but in the end, it’s either do as He says or suffer terrible and eternal horror and pain (you’re flesh roasted for all eternity, the greatest terror and torture one can imagine) in Hell. Again, in the end, that is what it is about and it makes perfect logical sense.
I mean, you tell me you love, I’ll smile and nod, but put a gun to my head (or, even worse, to more sensitive parts of the body to where a bullet will hurt excruciatingly, but it won’t kill) and order me to do something, you bet I’ll listen.
Now, some will say that we choose to go to Heaven or to Hell, but that is like you strap a bomb to someone and hand them the detonator and tell them if they let go, they explode. Real choice there, eh? I guess it kind of angers me because we are not so honest. In the end, you can talk the love of God up and down the street, but isn’t the key motivation a fear of excruciating, unending and extremely brutal pain in Hell?
Some will say that somehow that fear should grow into love. I don’t quite understand that either. For example, someone puts a gun to my head and orders me to do something, I’ll most likely do it (until their back is turned or I see a chance to get him), but will I love them? Even if they reward me well for my service, I’ll still remember they put a gun to my head to get my assistance.
Now don’t get me wrong, I do believe. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t care. And I have a great love for the Church and for the Saints, especially Mother Mary, but they never send people to Hell though or threaten it (except when they are saying what God is going to do).*
I mean, we can use all the flowery language we want, but in the end, it’s either do as He says or suffer terrible and eternal horror and pain (you’re flesh roasted for all eternity, the greatest terror and torture one can imagine) in Hell. Again, in the end, that is what it is about and it makes perfect logical sense.
I mean, you tell me you love, I’ll smile and nod, but put a gun to my head (or, even worse, to more sensitive parts of the body to where a bullet will hurt excruciatingly, but it won’t kill) and order me to do something, you bet I’ll listen.
Now, some will say that we choose to go to Heaven or to Hell, but that is like you strap a bomb to someone and hand them the detonator and tell them if they let go, they explode. Real choice there, eh? I guess it kind of angers me because we are not so honest. In the end, you can talk the love of God up and down the street, but isn’t the key motivation a fear of excruciating, unending and extremely brutal pain in Hell?
Some will say that somehow that fear should grow into love. I don’t quite understand that either. For example, someone puts a gun to my head and orders me to do something, I’ll most likely do it (until their back is turned or I see a chance to get him), but will I love them? Even if they reward me well for my service, I’ll still remember they put a gun to my head to get my assistance.
Now don’t get me wrong, I do believe. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t care. And I have a great love for the Church and for the Saints, especially Mother Mary, but they never send people to Hell though or threaten it (except when they are saying what God is going to do).*