“there are certain people that God made to be objects of His wrath. There are passages that say that God Himself has blinded people to the truth, that He has hardened their hearts to Him. It is a frightening prospect to me. What if I’m one of them? It simply seems to me that maybe Hell is there purely for God’s entertainment value, as if it’s all a big game and we are just pawns in it.”
I don’t know if any of you go back and re-read the posts on your blog, but I went back through and re-read of few of mine. I guess I had that statement from my post The Wrath of God on my mind when I went to bed Friday night. I had the weirdest dream about it. I had died and gone to what I assume was the judgement. There were two queues of people as far as the eye could see. I was in about the middle of the pack. We were resting on what seemed like clouds. At the head of the queues was an an enormous desk and behind the desk was Jesus dressed in flowing white robes. On the desk there was a huge open book. As the people approached the desk some were allowed past the desk and in through these huge gates. There was a wall that stretched on either side of the gates that concealed my view of what was on the other side. The people who weren’t allowed past the desk were sent to another queue before a great throne. The throne was intricately carved with lions and had huge claw feet. The man that sat on the throne was gigantic in comparison to us. I couldn’t see his face, but he was wearing long, flowing, shining robes, almost iridescent. I’m certain it was God. A big spectacle was made of the people in the queue before the throne. They began to sound like goats. As each person approached the throne the figure reached out with one hand to square them up, then he reached down with the other hand and thumped them off the edge of the cloud and down into a deep pit. One at a time I watched as people either disappeared through the gates or were thumped down into the pit. Just as I approached the desk I woke up. Whew! I have no idea which way I was going.
What a strange dream. Or was this a “vision” from God? *grin* What about you? Have you ever had a “vision” like that? Some people might actually think that was a sign from God, but I know all too well that the mind can play gnarly tricks on you when your stressed about a particular subject. No, I did not have pork for dinner! :~)