Hell - The Fire and Brimstone Myth

Updated: Nov 7, 2020


Devils with pitch forks, little men in red suits with tails, burning fire and eternal damnation never made much sense to me since we come from a compassionate, loving God. I also never gave much thought to what punishment might lie on the other side. Although lots of books and articles portray heaven, I don’t think I’ve seen much of anything describing, in detail, hell.

Then, in 2004, I had a dream. It wasn’t your normal dream; it was one hell of a dream. It was emotionally gut wrenching, full of fear and guilt and was so intense that even when I awoke, I still felt the unbelievable pain.

Let me try to explain that dream. The images that still stick with me were that of a single mother (me) with a young son (Jon, age 5 or 6) in the midst of an orgy of bodies. The bodies were grotesque and the images sexually explicit and disgusting in detail - everywhere I looked. The bodies looked like 16th-century art with body parts that were highlighted, slightly deformed and those emphasized were swollen and exaggerated. It wasn’t titillating in the slightest but I was aware of the focus and the subject matter, impactfully so. It was obvious that this experience was an expression of guilt I had carried around for decades.

As a single mother, at the time, I’d felt terrible leaving my son for an evening or for a weekend in order to date, especially since I worked so many hours every day with my new business. But, since I was desperately trying to find a suitable mate with whom I could rebuild a life for myself and for my son, dating was necessary. Every time I was away from my precious son, I missed him dreadfully and felt guilt – doing whatever it was I was doing. I adored that little guy and I felt like I was abandoning him for my own selfish interests. I had also felt a lot of guilt working full-time, well actually more than full-time, but that was survival – not a choice, as dating was. So, the guilt relative to