In my last post, I wrote about the believers who seem to delight in the Lord's wrathful judgment of sinners. They are content to let scores of their friends and family endure endless tortures in hell without so much as a feeble protest. They think God has every right. He's God. He can do whatever he damn well pleases.
And then there are the folks who have always been taught there is an eternal hell where all nonbelievers will spend forever....and ever....and ever....and ever...and ever....and.....you get the idea. It offends their sense of justice. It offends their sense of what is fair. Yet, since "the Bible tells me so" they see no way around the doctrine. There is a hell...they don't want to go there. They don't want their friends or loved ones to go there...but you know, "God doesn't send anyone to hell. You send yourself to hell." (by making bad choices like not asking Jesus to come live in your heart)
Unless of course you are a Calvinist. If you are a Calvinist, you believe God chooses who goes to hell and who doesn't. The double predestination thing. The elect are heaven bound. The non elect are....not. It doesn't matter how sincerely you plead with Jesus to come live in your heart...if you aren't one of the lucky ones chosen before the foundation of the world...well, too bad, so sad, he's not moving in.
Either way, these folks struggle with their belief in hell but they think it is THEIR under developed sense of justice that prevents them from rejoicing. Francis Chan says this :
And so it is with many things about God that don't seem to add up.
And so it must be with hell.
As I have said all along, I don't feel like believing in hell. And yet I do. Maybe someday I will stand in complete agreement with Him, but for now I attribute the discrepancy to an underdeveloped sense of justice on my part. God is perfect. And I joyfully submit to a God whose ways are much, much higher than mine.
And the quote I found on the Challie's blog......
I hate hell. I hate that it exists and hate that it needs to exist. I’m amazed to realize that, when we are heaven, we will praise God for it and that we will glorify him for creating such a place and for condemning the unsaved to it. But for now I am too filled with pride, too filled with sin to even begin to justly and rightly rejoice in the existence of such a place of torment. I cannot rejoice in such a place; not yet. It is just too awful, too weighty. And I know that I deserve to be there.
And they struggle to conform their sense of justice to their perception of God's sense of justice.
One more mindset I want to take a look at…in my next post….