"You're going to hell." Common phrase and one that has been hurled at me many times for various reasons. My usually response is laughter because I don't believe in hell. Let me explain myself. There really isn't a biblical base for the concept of a place in another realm. What people have contrived as a place called hell, a fire pit, generally comes from Dante's book. Also there isn't really a biblical base for purgatory either. For me, from a theological stand point there's not room for hell - a place void of God and one that is full of endless pain and suffering. Genesis starts with a litany about how all things are created good. We then read throughout both testaments that God is good and all loving. So why would God, who is all loving and creates all things good create something that is bad and leave souls there to suffer. For me there are just too many inconsistencies in this idea of hell. If anything I believe that this concept of heaven/hell was created for humanity to have some sense of reward and punishment to fill a need within its self. It's an attempt to answer the question "what happens to people who do bad?" So please tell me to go to hell because to me you're telling to go to a place that doesn't exist and I'm okay with that. I like to play pretend too.
For new readers and those who don't know me, I'm fat. Medically labeled "morbidly obese." I have always been fat since I can remember. It's a multifaceted part of my reality: it's part my choice, part genetics. I am well aware that I need to work on this. I'm reminded every time I go to the doctor: need a flu shot - you're fat. Have an ear infection - you're fat. Cat bite - discharge instructions start with you're morbidly obese (I'm not kidding). You lost weight and still think something's off - loose more weight. I have been working on addressing my weight and have managed to loose and keep off just under 80 pounds. Do I still have a lot more weight to loose? Yup. I didn't become this size overnight and taking this off won't happen overnight either. A few weeks ago, a friend stopped by to visit me on their journey to vacation. As they were preparing to leave, I get stopped and asked to sit. I was told that they're concerne...
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