And some of whom loved someone of the same sex, or who was still married in the eyes of the Church, or missed Mass. And I think I am right that the God in which Catholics believe is thought to be able, justly, to condemn children as young as seven in this way. I am not sure either Bob if you have Catholic belief quite right. You don’t have to keep doing it. You can go to hell for doing it once. Or even for wishing you could. Once.
I leave the judgement to God. I think it’s a fairly tough judgement personally, but I doubt if any of us are in a position to know just who will and will not be condemned.
However I’m going to give you an example of what I was talking about when I meant that people keep on sinning, and disregard the consequences. I’ll use my own father.
I’ve said numerous times on this forum my own father appeared in my room the night he died. He materialised near the door, he started with an apology (after I yelled out “How the hell did you get in here??”), we argued and talked, and at the end he gave this terrifying scream and disappeared. Going by the incredible terror he displayed during the scream, I think he’s in hell.
I don’t care whether you believe me or not, because I know what I experienced.
Now, amongst other things, he had a very bad temper. In fact, by the time he died it would be more accurate to say he WAS a bad temper. It had a hair trigger, and it took the most trivial, ridiculous thing to set him off.
Now he’d been warned several times where this would lead if he didn’t change, particularly by an uncle of mine (one of his sister’s husbands), but he just took no notice.
So in the end he went to a place where they can indulge their bad tempers as much as they like. But I don’t think they’d like it much. Yet you could say that he got what exactly what he wanted - the freedom to be an eternally bad tempered mongrel. The trouble is, for him, he now has to share that freedom with every other bad tempered mongrel - for eternity. I don’t think I’d like to be in his shoes. Imagine - this state of affairs where all they do is lose their temper with each other, and just get worse and worse.
I suppose when he screamed, that’s the state of affairs he saw coming towards him - along with the associated deterioration of their features, or as St. Paul put it, corruption.