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nsper7
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Since my coming to faith (first as an Evangelical Protestant) several years ago, it has been one nervous breakdown and problem after the other. Scrupulosity, fears of Hell, worries, wracking my brain, etc.
If I ever became truly convinced that Hell was nonexistent, I can probably honestly say I would not care about Him. Why should I care about someone who, from the very beginning, has threatened Hell against me? Now, don’t get me wrong, I do believe in Hell and, thus, I would die a martyr’s death if I had to, but I might preface it to my captors that if the fear of Hell were not hanging over my head, I’d join them in a second. No ill will towards them since they are not the ones bounding me with the threat of Hell. I feel my anger would be reserved not towards my captors, but towards God for putting me in this untenable situation. I could envision the televised statement I might make if given the opportunity, “Well, the reason I don’t renounce my faith is because Hell is a lot scarier than the guns aimed at me. That is the only reason I maintain my faith at this moment and, if I truly believed Hell did not exist, I’d shake hands with my captors and do what they wanted.”
I have yet to really experience God’s love, only that fear of Hell which brought me to faith and sustains it. If I was ever convinced that Hell was nonexistent, give me one reason why I or anyone would have any reason to care anymore.
If I ever became truly convinced that Hell was nonexistent, I can probably honestly say I would not care about Him. Why should I care about someone who, from the very beginning, has threatened Hell against me? Now, don’t get me wrong, I do believe in Hell and, thus, I would die a martyr’s death if I had to, but I might preface it to my captors that if the fear of Hell were not hanging over my head, I’d join them in a second. No ill will towards them since they are not the ones bounding me with the threat of Hell. I feel my anger would be reserved not towards my captors, but towards God for putting me in this untenable situation. I could envision the televised statement I might make if given the opportunity, “Well, the reason I don’t renounce my faith is because Hell is a lot scarier than the guns aimed at me. That is the only reason I maintain my faith at this moment and, if I truly believed Hell did not exist, I’d shake hands with my captors and do what they wanted.”
I have yet to really experience God’s love, only that fear of Hell which brought me to faith and sustains it. If I was ever convinced that Hell was nonexistent, give me one reason why I or anyone would have any reason to care anymore.