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(You don't believe in Hell?)

No.

(But it is in the word of God?)

Hell is in the word?

(Yes.)

Then might I suggest you remove the corrupting influence of man from all aspects of your thinking.

(What? How dare you tell me that the word of God is corrupted?)

That is not what I said. Hell is not of God. It is repugnant to Love, Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter, to Life. Is it not? Isn't it the absence of God?

(Yes!)

Then hell does not exist at all.

(How do you-)

If God is absent of Hell then it must be the fearful creation of man.

(No! God gave us a choice! Freewill, buddy! You can choose to believe or not!)

Then I choose to not believe in hell, my friend. My question is why do you believe in it if God is not a part of it in the least?

(Silence...)


© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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