Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Heaven and Hell



One of the problems with trying live a good life is that we don't really have a clear idea of what Heaven will be like. Heaven after all is supposed to be the reward that motivates good behavior. If we don't really have a good idea of what it is like to be in Heaven though, we can't be very motivated.
Muslims, at least the young men who are persuaded to blow themselves up in the midst of crowds of infidels, have a clearer view. If you are a young male Muslim, lacking in temporal prospects and suffused with fundamental zeal, the prospect of a jewel-encrusted, gold-plated room full of virgins is an attractive one. There is nothing in Christianity to compare with it. It sounds pretty good to me, and I've been brought up with a completely different set of religious sensibilities.
Of course Christians avail themselves of a double edged sword when it comes to motivating correct behavior. If the depictions of Heaven are lackluster, those of Hell, the place where bad behavior is punished, are altogether vivid and sinister. Eternal fire, endless searing pain punctuated by the soul wrenching taunts of Satan and his minions, seems more apt to scare us onto the straight and narrow while the nebulous rewards of Heaven hardly seem up to the task.
I've been thinking about Hell lately—wondering how much of what we think we know about it makes sense. I've spent most of my life afraid of being burned because of visions of damnation conjured up by the good Sisters of the Precious Blood who taught me my catechism in elementary school. It occurs to me though, after a little reflection, that real fire doesn't represent that much of a threat to the disembodied soul. With no skin or nerves to experience the pain, there is not much in the way of physical torment to dissuade me from my baser proclivities. Fire just isn't that scary when you're dead.
What then would make hell a truly hellish place to live? I think it would not be some externally applied direct torture like fire, or pitchfork jabs, or even water boarding, but rather something that seduces one's internal capacity for self-castigation. I think it would be to be eaten alive by a constant burning covetousness, to be forced to confront, constantly and perpetually, the joys of Heaven that you will have missed because of your moral lapses.
Confined to an uncomfortable chair, you would be forced to watch, as through a window, the daily existence of the elect, those who made it to their beatific reward. You would see their successes, marvel at the quality of their stuff, long to participate in their inexhaustible perfections. In other words it would be exactly like watching television.
Television constantly reminds me of my inadequacies and failures. There is no end on TV to the succession of beautiful people who get bucket loads of cash for little or no discernible work. They are universally better looking than me. They wear fine clothes, drive spectacular cars, live in palatial digs, and eat wonderful food without gaining weight. They engage in outrageous behavior without repercussion. They are irrepressibly optimistic and blissfully unaware. And, perhaps most telling of all, they never watch television. Think about it.
Meanwhile I wallow in toxic envy. WTF, I think to myself. How is it even possible that this dimwitted dipwad has a house that nice. Why doesn't he ever have to go to work. And if he does go to work, how come he doesn't have to do anything when he gets there? Or...she was already a nine and change when this show started. What made her think she needed breast implants, and why do all her friends think she is a better person because of them? Or...how did he ever get a woman that fascinating, and now that he has her, what would possess him to cheat on her? Or...that woman's husband gives her everything she asks for and then some. Why does she treat him like dirt, and why does he seem not to mind?
I can't stand it. It is a world without logic or consequence. Causation has fled the coop to be replaced by the gooney bird of fickle fate. Is this the real Heaven depicted on TV, or just some cruel fiction concocted to punish me for my errant aspirations?
If Hell is tailored to the individual sinner, this is exactly what my Hell would be. Even if it is not, if Hell is a universal amalgam of punishment designed to torment the lowest common denominator of sinners, I still think this is a pretty good representation of what would be an eternity of suffering for most of us. The fires of Hell are delivered over fiber optic cable through gigantic flat screen displays in the form of sitcoms, reality programming, and celebrity news. And they will burn the crap out of out of our covetous souls.
If this be so, there are only two possible conclusions for me to draw. Either there is no difference between the Hell that awaits and the life I'm already living, or I have already died, and am now enjoying the wages of my sins. Either way, I don't have a lot of incentive left to be good.

3 comments:

  1. Sometimes I feel like I write these entries in a vacuum. I don't have very many readers, and those that I do have are mostly reticent when it comes to commenting on what I have said, or left unsaid for that matter. That, and there is little in the way of current topical issues that engages me enough to write about. I'm mostly all about me, although I like to think in entertaining, introspective, and informative ways. So I'm sometimes taken by surprise when I find national media exploring some of the same issues as I. Case in point: Time Magazine's cover article on evangelist, Rob Bell, who wonders out loud in his new book whether Heaven might be open to admitting such moral (though non-Christian) luminaries as Ghandi.

    http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,2065080-2,00.html

    This is way more interesting to me than the royal wedding, although, and I mean this sincerely, I hope to see the happy couple in Heaven one day as well.

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  3. I was brought up in Catholicism ( Black and White and Pain)
    After running away from my abusive husband last year,I started to ponder about this "What the Hell?" issue. Re-creating myself through spirituality, metaphysics and changing belief system has led to crossroads of religious aspect. I truly believe there is something more powerful then me in this universe and Christians call it God. Then "be good and you will get to heaven" part does not quite settle with me. Why? Because I am done with COUNTING my good and bad deeds, do wishful thinking or fear finale, constantly looking over my shoulder. Marinating in past. (Damn you past for haunting me and stopping to be better then I was yesterday!)
    Chains of failure, mistakes heavily clinging to the spirit, anchoring you to not move forward. Negative, rooted beliefs and traumatic experiences flashing at me, when I want to breathe. That`s my kind of Hell.
    There is no such thing as Heaven/Earth/Hell separation in my point of view. Its all here on earth, it`s just what we chose to have. Its happening right now right here! There is no magical reward for your good heart (well maybe Karma only) after your body dies. It`s upon us to live in Heaven or Hell (or in my case Wonderland!)
    p.s I don`t watch TV simply because of brainwash and negativity reasons.

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