Guest Author - Linda J. Paul
This morning I had a visit with two wonderful ladies. They knocked on my door and asked if I could spare a little bit of time to talk to them. Judging by the pamphlet in one of their hands, I assumed that these were not Avon ladies. I invited them in and we all sat down around the table. They seemed a bit nervous, but I chalked that up to the giant dragon painted on the wall behind them, or perhaps the large stained glass pentagram hanging in the window-- or maybe it was the full size statue of Buddha sitting in front of an altar, with a whole lot of graven images placed upon it. It could have just been the fifteen cats who wandered in to join the conversation. Who could know?
We talked about a lot of things. We discussed the weather, the state of the world along with the end of the world, and finally got to my belief system. I gave them the Reader’s Digest condensed version. After carefully searching for the right words, one of these kind and compassionate souls reached over and took my hand. Quite sincerely she informed me that she and her friend were her to keep me from going to hell.
Hell… hmmmm…. “What and where is hell?” I asked them.
It is a horrible place they told me, with lakes of fire and tormented souls, and Satan is there keeping watch over the suffering and sorrow.. And, they informed me in a hushed tone, “There will be a horrible gnashing of teeth.”
“A gnashing of teeth.” “Whose teeth?” I queried.
They both sat silent for a moment, and then one said… “Everyone’s teeth.”
“Do you still have teeth even if you don’t have a body?” I questioned. “Or, what if you don’t have any teeth left?”
They kind of both let that one pass them by, and informed me that I would burn in hell for my sins.
“Even after I am cremated?” I asked.
They let that one pass by also.
“Tell me” I said, “Have you ever been to hell.”
They both shook their heads “no.”
“Has anyone you know been there and sent you a postcard?”
Again a shake of their heads.
“Then how do you know it exists?”
“The bible says it does” one of the ladies informed me.
“And, do you believe everything you read without checking on the validity of the content?”
“The bible is the word of God,” one of the ladies said.
“But other than the Bible, you don’t have any evidence that a place called hell exists, correct?” I asked.
“Well no, but it is there.”
“Fine” I said, if anyone you know ever sends you a postcard from hell, bring it to me, and I will believe.”
About then, one of my furry friends ejected a large hairball into one of the ladies purses. I wished them a good day, gave them a few paper towels and they left.
Their visit inspired an article about hell… You can find it here:
Love and Light…