A few years ago I wrote a short piece on my Facebook wall about Hell and the lackadaisical approach the world has towards Hell. I would like to expound a bit more on that topic now. What drove me to write the original post was the anger I felt after having watched an episode of one of my favorite TV shows. A show titled “BULL.” It was at the end of this particular episode when the title character, Bull, had just won his case in court defending a Catholic priest and they were talking on the steps of the courthouse. At one point the priest remarks to Bull “You know you’re going to hell, right?” To which Bull responds glibly with “Yep, already got my suite booked.” Now that in and of itself is tragic enough but what followed next compounded that tragedy and really exploded my anger. The priest then just smiled and laughed. He laughed! The character is a man who professes to believe in God, yet he finds another man’s frivolous attitude toward Hell to ...
Yesterday I shot myself in the finger with a nail gun. Yes, it hurt. How could it not? It didn’t go all the way through, but I did feel it hit the bone. Later in the evening as I was downing ibuprofen for the throbbing pain I had pause to reflect on something remotely (and I emphasize remotely) similar. Being as it is Easter weekend, we celebrate the resurrection of Yeshua. Though my thoughts last night were not so much on the resurrection as they were on his crucifixion I reflected on how I felt by the quick penetration of a nail into my finger and how minuscule that pain was compared with having a nail, the size of a railroad spike going through my wrist, which is what Yeshua would have experienced. And that pain was compounded by the beating he had had previously, and the whipping that left his back in shreds of flesh not to mention the crown of 3” long thorns pressed hard into his head. My pain was fleeting and minuscule. His pain was excruciating a...