Okay, I think I need to put a disclaimer on this, because I know it is a bit blasphemous and probably offensive to some. Now before you read this, keep in mind that I am a Christian (have been for nearly 11 years), but am just struggling with a few things in the word of God. That is where this "story" comes from.
I thought about the idea for this some time ago... While reflecting about how in Christianity, my religion, if someone doesn't accept Jesus as their savior, they get damned to Hell for all eternity. No matter how good that person was, or how many lives he/she had made better.
And so I thought, what if someone who was never even given the opportunity to know God died? Someone who was a victim from birth to afterlife. This is that story:
Jesus loves the little children. All the children of the world. Red and yellow black and white, they are precious in his sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world...
It was another gloomy day outside the scrap hovel, but even the sunnier days were never happy. In this place, this horrid street where the abandoned children of the city lived in their own filth and excrement. Forever forsaken by their parents, forever forsaken by the world. Forced to beg for money, for food. Not even hoping they will get anything, the children all gave up hope long long ago. Even the newly abandoned children give that up fast. When children are forced to do unspeakable acts to survive, how can such emotions as hope and love exist? No, they dont even love each other, their fellow victims of a cruel world. They continuously fight and squabble over food and shelter.
It is in this nightmare that Kate lived for as long as she cared to remember. Fate had been especially cruel to Kate. She was smaller and weaker than the other children, and so was a target for the other childrens animosity. They took what little food she could acquire, hit her when they were especially angry with life, Kate had no one to look to for help.
Her tiny and fragile body was prone to illness, and with a weak immune system, every little cold she caught endangered her very life. She was alone when she lived, and alone when she caught the brutal disease that ended her short and agonizingly painful life. She glared at the foreboding clouds as her last breath left her. She was now only food for the birds, food for the rats.
And amazingly enough to her, this was not the end. What she hadnt thought to have a name for, her spirit, was rapidly ascending towards the bright consuming light that greets all of the dead. She became completely enveloped in the light, and noticed a figure sitting on a throne of gold.
A figure with eyes of fire and hair of snow. Clothed in a beautiful cloak of white and gold. His stare pierced through her, seeing all of her life and everything she had ever done. Kate was paralyzed by his gaze, and then the robed entity spoke:
Depart from me child, for I never knew ye.
A large hole was rent in the light behind Kate, out of which flames and smoke leapt. She could feel herself being pulled towards the hole slowly, feeling the heat of the flames grow stronger and stronger.
In her pain she screamed out at the robed figure, Please... Save me, help me!
To which He replied, In you life, you never accepted me as your savior, depart from me.
But no one ever even told me about you, I never knew of such a being! I only knew pain, suffering, hunger... save me...
The entity turned his back on Kate as she fell into the flames, the flames that burnt and tortured her for all of eternity. A pain not even her agonizing life could prepare her for... Forsaken by her parents, by the world, and by God.
Jesus loves the little children. All the children of the world. Red and yellow black and white, they are precious in his sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world...
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PS: I basically would like to here some of your opinions on this subject, do you all believe someone who has never even heard of Jesus should have to burn in Hell?
I thought about the idea for this some time ago... While reflecting about how in Christianity, my religion, if someone doesn't accept Jesus as their savior, they get damned to Hell for all eternity. No matter how good that person was, or how many lives he/she had made better.
And so I thought, what if someone who was never even given the opportunity to know God died? Someone who was a victim from birth to afterlife. This is that story:
Jesus loves the little children. All the children of the world. Red and yellow black and white, they are precious in his sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world...
It was another gloomy day outside the scrap hovel, but even the sunnier days were never happy. In this place, this horrid street where the abandoned children of the city lived in their own filth and excrement. Forever forsaken by their parents, forever forsaken by the world. Forced to beg for money, for food. Not even hoping they will get anything, the children all gave up hope long long ago. Even the newly abandoned children give that up fast. When children are forced to do unspeakable acts to survive, how can such emotions as hope and love exist? No, they dont even love each other, their fellow victims of a cruel world. They continuously fight and squabble over food and shelter.
It is in this nightmare that Kate lived for as long as she cared to remember. Fate had been especially cruel to Kate. She was smaller and weaker than the other children, and so was a target for the other childrens animosity. They took what little food she could acquire, hit her when they were especially angry with life, Kate had no one to look to for help.
Her tiny and fragile body was prone to illness, and with a weak immune system, every little cold she caught endangered her very life. She was alone when she lived, and alone when she caught the brutal disease that ended her short and agonizingly painful life. She glared at the foreboding clouds as her last breath left her. She was now only food for the birds, food for the rats.
And amazingly enough to her, this was not the end. What she hadnt thought to have a name for, her spirit, was rapidly ascending towards the bright consuming light that greets all of the dead. She became completely enveloped in the light, and noticed a figure sitting on a throne of gold.
A figure with eyes of fire and hair of snow. Clothed in a beautiful cloak of white and gold. His stare pierced through her, seeing all of her life and everything she had ever done. Kate was paralyzed by his gaze, and then the robed entity spoke:
Depart from me child, for I never knew ye.
A large hole was rent in the light behind Kate, out of which flames and smoke leapt. She could feel herself being pulled towards the hole slowly, feeling the heat of the flames grow stronger and stronger.
In her pain she screamed out at the robed figure, Please... Save me, help me!
To which He replied, In you life, you never accepted me as your savior, depart from me.
But no one ever even told me about you, I never knew of such a being! I only knew pain, suffering, hunger... save me...
The entity turned his back on Kate as she fell into the flames, the flames that burnt and tortured her for all of eternity. A pain not even her agonizing life could prepare her for... Forsaken by her parents, by the world, and by God.
Jesus loves the little children. All the children of the world. Red and yellow black and white, they are precious in his sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world...
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PS: I basically would like to here some of your opinions on this subject, do you all believe someone who has never even heard of Jesus should have to burn in Hell?