I talked with a man today that was convinced his dead brother was in hell. Simply because of who he loved during his lifetime.
I responded by telling him that hell is not real, and that if it is, it's not a destination.
"I believe that hell is a hollow place that is formed in the hearts of those who judge others for a life they couldn't possibly comprehend. Those who condemn others to this supposed hell are the gatekeepers of this hell on earth."
He didn't know quite how to respond. So I continued.
"I wish we could build a heaven in the space that is between my life and yours. A heaven where every soul is valued for the rare and perfect thing that it is. Where we are all angels who don't need to polish one another's halos. We all only have so many beats left in our hearts, so why are we wasting a single one deciding who gets to be an angel in the afterlife and who does not? No one really knows what happens when we die, who are we to decide? We should spend our lives here building each other up, not tearing each other down. So, until I hear the harps and see those golden gates, I'll consider this our promised land. And I'll promise to be as kind as I can with other hearts while I am here."
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