In high school I read a story about three people from different stations in life being asked to describe their idea of hell. This was a blanket statement. What is your idea of hell? Most would have heard that question and assumed it means the place no-good-doers go to when their life is over. The answers were very much in line with that school of thought.
The first was a middle-aged man, white, married with several children, of a stable financial class. He said that hell would be a burning, hot place. Cliffs and ridges of brimstone and hell’s fire. Loud sounds of moans and screams, explosions, and lightening but no rain. Nothing moist or wet. Everything is dry and life-sucking. In this man’s hell he could hear his wife and children screaming but could not discern where it is coming from. The screams are shrill and speak of violence and…
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