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Whitacre_Girl
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Just sharing a little of my own life as it pertains to hell here.
I come from a family where all of my extended family would fall into a category that broadly defines the direction of christianity in america. They call themselves christians, mormons, whatever, but they utterly reject any orthodox view of God. They have given in to new age beliefs, and reject the concept of hell. They are scripturally ignorant and there is a long line of living together before marraige, illegitimate children (I was concieved as one), abortion (one of my older siblings, who I will never get to meet) as well as a whole host of other clearly sinful behaviour. There is also the occasional agnostic or atheist, but the rest claim to know God.
As my grandparents and aunts, and uncles pass on, their funerals for me are very sad events. I know that unless things change, when my parents eventually pass it will be into uncertainty. I am blessed, however, to have found God myself, and married a good catholic man who comes from a long line of devout catholics. This give me hope.
The thing that I find myself wrestling with at the wee hours of the night, is how on earth can I exerience pure joy when I watch my husband be reuinited with his mother, while I am left without my blood family. I can’t deny that at times, this is a hard pill to swallow.
However, I use the fear and emotion to pray my guts out. There is a reason I chose St. Monica as my patron saint at my confirmation. I also accept that Jesus said that unless we are ready to reject our earthly family, and join his, we are unworthy to be his disciple. I choose to see it as a cross that I bear, and use the pain it causes to pray out all the more for the lost. This is all I can advise for those of us worried to lose family. I don’t know how God will deal with those of us denied the joys of meeting our lost loved ones in heaven, I can only trust in him and his word, and know he will take care of it somehow. In the meantime, I’m gunna wear a hole in the floor of my prayer closet
I come from a family where all of my extended family would fall into a category that broadly defines the direction of christianity in america. They call themselves christians, mormons, whatever, but they utterly reject any orthodox view of God. They have given in to new age beliefs, and reject the concept of hell. They are scripturally ignorant and there is a long line of living together before marraige, illegitimate children (I was concieved as one), abortion (one of my older siblings, who I will never get to meet) as well as a whole host of other clearly sinful behaviour. There is also the occasional agnostic or atheist, but the rest claim to know God.
As my grandparents and aunts, and uncles pass on, their funerals for me are very sad events. I know that unless things change, when my parents eventually pass it will be into uncertainty. I am blessed, however, to have found God myself, and married a good catholic man who comes from a long line of devout catholics. This give me hope.
The thing that I find myself wrestling with at the wee hours of the night, is how on earth can I exerience pure joy when I watch my husband be reuinited with his mother, while I am left without my blood family. I can’t deny that at times, this is a hard pill to swallow.
However, I use the fear and emotion to pray my guts out. There is a reason I chose St. Monica as my patron saint at my confirmation. I also accept that Jesus said that unless we are ready to reject our earthly family, and join his, we are unworthy to be his disciple. I choose to see it as a cross that I bear, and use the pain it causes to pray out all the more for the lost. This is all I can advise for those of us worried to lose family. I don’t know how God will deal with those of us denied the joys of meeting our lost loved ones in heaven, I can only trust in him and his word, and know he will take care of it somehow. In the meantime, I’m gunna wear a hole in the floor of my prayer closet