This morning on the way home I talked to my mom about this little belief I put together out of all the existing religions.
I told her I don't believe in hell. She told me she doesn't, either. And I'm gonna tell you that, too.
I was born and raised a Christian, but recently I've been questioning it. All the Christians preach about a loving Father who cherishes each and everyone of his children – and condemns some of them to eternal damnation? They preach about Jesus, who is the Way, the Truth and the Life – and if you don't believe in that, you go to hell.
Wait, what?
The one thing I hated about thinking that there's such thing as hell is the fact that it makes you live everyday in fear. I don't think God or whatever you believe in would want that. Whatever that force is would want you to be happy.
I'd love to elaborate but I have to do it some other time because I'm kind of sleepy. :)
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