Posts Tagged ‘Hell’


I inadvertantly saw a brief portion (I could bear to watch only seconds, and thankfully it has been removed) of a video showing “Pakistani Islamists” beating with sticks a domesticated dog which was hung up by a harness. My emotions were instantly torn between heartbreak for the dog and seething hatred for its tormentors. The face, the eyes especially, of one of the torturers made me think of a demon in the third panel of Bosch’s triptych, “The Garden of Earthly Delights,” which depicts a (Dante’s) Inferno-like punishment for past sins.

That, in turn, made me think that even now people are tormented – in their minds, their bodies, their souls – by Satan’s “henchmen.”

It has been said, with respect to a lack of compassion for the lost, that “our eyes are dry because our hearts are dry.” If I but look upon those who do not have faith in Christ, should I not feel for them as much as I did for the animal? Should I not seeth with hatred for the devil’s minions under whose power these folks unknowingly (for the most part) find themselves? Should I not at the very least speak to them, pray for them, and see them illuminated and given the opportunity for freedom?

But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd. Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few; Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest” (Matthew 9:36- 38).


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Thoughts on 9/11

Sitting here, thinking about September 11, 2001. I was home, awaiting the A/C checkup guy, who hadn’t shown. I tried calling the office, but all the lines were “down.” After a while, the phone rang and it was Mary, “Do you have the TV on?” No, I didn’t. “Turn it on. Any channel.”

Nothing was the same after that. I sat, mesmerized, feeling helpless that there was nothing I could do to help, then the news that a plane had hit the Pentagon. Now it was HERE. Now, I felt I must do something, but what? Just like when Air Florida Flight 90 hit the 14th Street Bridge in January of 1982, everything in me wanted to brave the elements and help, but – really – there was nothing to do but watch and pray.

The scenes of folks jumping from the towers to avoid the flames…they remind me of something. As a Christian, I believe that a horrendous future awaits those who do not accept Jesus as Lord. What I should be seeing in my mind is a scene similar to 9/11, with folks falling into the flames. Watching and praying should be done, but I need to reach out and try to give a chance of rescue for folks before they jump into eternity.

Last night, I heard that a coworker, who retired just this January, had suddenly passed away. He had refused anything to do with Jesus, and I hurt for him.


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