…is the musical selection we are currently singing over at the Register.
So if one were forced to watch BEACHES over and over again through all eternity while smelling Parmesan cheese … would that be Hell? In all seriousness, the possibility I’ve read (one repeated by Father Robert Barron) is that Heaven and Hell may be the same “place” (in a metaphoric sense, since Hell is a state of being, not a location), and the “fires” are the very light of God. But for the righteous, that fire is ecstasy, while for the damned, it is agony. Not sure I fully understand that, much less agree with it, but it is an interesting thought.
Lord Jesus Christ, please save your servant Mark and those who’ve uttered blasphemous prayers for his damnation. Please lead all your people to eternal life in your Presence. Amen.
I never could wrap my head around hell.
The nearest thing I can explain it is this way: God’s eternal roommates. If you are going to be God’s eternal roommate, you better be able to get along with Him and the other kids. Even in the next life, God is going to do things we don’t like. All the pride and rebellion needs to be out of us. We need to have His grace, love, faith, obedience, and humility. We need to be able to allow God to fix us.
Those who won’t, can’t be there. Anything else but there is hell.
Pains of sense — ok. I don’t want to go to Hell, and I don’t want anyone to be in hell.
I admit, though, that I do consign people there in my mind. I do it frequently. I have to repent equally as much, because I know I don’t mean it.