Yesterday an atheist told me he thought it was “arrogant and offensive” to believe in Hell.
Funny, I thought, hell is hard to miss. It has left clues to its existence scattered throughout history.
Genocide is hell.
Pestilence is hell.
Racism is hell.
War is hell.
Abortion is hell.
Child abuse is hell.
These things are not hell in it’s entirety, just clues to it’s easy reality.
Here’s how I would put it–somewhere there is a garbage dump where my personal trash goes. Every week on a certain day a big noisy truck comes and takes away my garbage, my neighbor’s trash, the neighborhood garbage, the city refuse.
I have never seen the landfill, don’t even know where it is located exactly, but the trash, the cans, the truck, and my municipal payment for “garbage collection” all suggest somewhere there is a dump for our foul-smelling discards.
Hell means “garbage dump.” It seems to me the arrogant and offensive thing is to disregard the trash, the stink, the truck, and the brave Man who comes and takes it all away and refuse to see what is clearly apparent–I do not take away my own garbage. Someone does it for me.
Make no mistake. It has been years and years of faithful service and I have never taken the Trash Collector for granted.
How could I? I need him so.