Making a reply to: Steve and Jon’s Comments...Steve wrote:
In our discussion here, the question was raised whether people would have any motivation to follow God if there were no fear of hell. I answered (appropriately, it seems to me) that I have excellent motivation to follow God, though a fear of going to hell is not on my radar. Do you disagree with this?
Well I don’t, but I guess Jon did. Well since nobody knows me here, let me share a little so you know my background and testimony.
Since I believe God has always been faithful to the promises He made to Israel, to bless them and curse them; I am confident after studying the Scriptures for almost 42-years that I have nothing to fear. Obviously there are some like Jon replying to Steve, have not had that confidence and because of the tradition he was raised in and teachers he has been under, he appears to be running in fear instead of walking in faith. I can honestly say I have not grown up in that fearful tradition and even though I have departed from many errors I received from my church tradition; I praise Him for putting me there until I could stand on my own.
The same for my family, in many ways they were all screwed up and they did not get saved until I was struggling with drugs and alcohol, but until I was a teen they provided me everything I needed: security, material needs, love and a sense of community with grandmothers and cousins; so I never grew up with any fear. Now I knew we were professing Christians, my parents going to Church twice a year. I went to a United Methodist Church with my best friend whose mother was my 2nd grade Sunday School teacher, but I did not go much in 3rd or 4th grade, usually I was at the Drag Strip at least twice a month. In 5th grade I was forced to attend Pioneer Baptist Church in Norwalk to babysit my younger brother and sister at church; only because a church bus came to pick us up. My mom got us up and ready like we were going to school so her and my dad could have some private time. Now I know the United Methodist Church did not talk about hell; and I’m sure the Baptist did, but I never remember hearing anything about it and never went forward to make any decisions. But twice a year I went to my Grandmothers Holiness Church in El Monte for Christmas and Easter and I don’t remember hearing about Hell or getting saved there either. I will say this, I remember seeing my grandmother at least twice a month when my parents wanted to go out and she talked about Hell all the time. She lived in fear she might loose her salvation and feared for us being raised by her son and my mom who were very worldly people heading for Hell. Well my parents quizzed us about what she said and told us we were not that bad and only bad people went to Hell, saying grandma was a little crazy. From my 6th grade until 10th grade we only went to the Holiness Church for Christmas. When I was in 9th grade all hell broke out in our family after my mother admitted to my dad she committed adultery, only after he found out he had VD. Since they both experienced divorce when they were 10-years old they swore they would never put their children through that, but for 1-year we went through so much hell we wished they had got a divorce with my parents sleeping in 2-different rooms. By this time my science teacher had convinced me I descended from Apes and there were no gods. So when my mom became a Christian, God sent two women to our house on the night she had planned to take her life, after that for a few months she forced us to go to this large Baptist Church. She wanted us to believe and accept her new found faith, but we were convinced she needed it and we were OK.
At 15 when my mom tried to get me saved, I told her I did not believe in Heaven or Hell, I prayed a prayer to make her feel good, but it never had any affect on me. When I turned 18’ I went to a special Youth Revival Night meeting, only to invite a stoner girl 17, (whose parents were making her go to the same meeting) to go with me to a drug party afterwards; where I was hoping we would get wasted and I would get lucky. Well God revealed Himself to me that night and made it clear in my mind that I needed Him in my life. I knew I was a bad sinner and instantly fear fell upon me, I heard His voice speak to me within and I knew I needed Him in my life. I stayed around asking questions to those who prayed with me, all the teens had eaten their pizza and left; I never caught up with Denise or even made it to my own Birthday (drug) Party. I went home confused but having peace with God for whatever He did in me that night. The next day I spent most of the day trying to read Daniel 9, the passage Phil Shuler was preaching from, I can’t explain it but my inability to comprehend what I was reading did not detour me from reading it again and again for hours, thinking there was some kind of hocus-pocus that turned my heart and captured my mind. I asked my mom Saturday night if she had an extra Bible I could take to church, she was shocked that I wanted to go. I told her I was not really interested in listening to Dr. Wells, but I had to talk with a Pastor to find out what happened to me on Friday night.
This time going to church was different, I was glad to be there, but I still had questions and two pastors told me to come and see them next week. My question was what happened to me? Up until Friday night I did not believe in Heaven or Hell and honestly I believed the anti-god crowd that this was all made up, the Bible was a book of made up stories and we got here through evolution. I had been very impressed with the answers and attack Mr. Stone (10th grade science teacher) laid against the Christians in my class. So here I was 3-years later wanting to know why I was willing to believe things I had openly spoken against for the last 3-years. When I was a senior in High School I mocked those Christians trying to share Jesus with me and now I was one without any argument, like Saul when God blinded him, but for me He opened my eyes to receive things I had been vocally against. I did not turn to God because I was in fear of Hell, being that I did not believe in Hell, but on that Friday night when He spoke to me, the thought of death without God did pass through my mind, but not Hell. It is my observation after 20-years of church ministry serving at every level that the preaching on Hell had produced more unfruitful professions of faith. It is a conversation I have had with many peers who have shared with me the same that they and those they have discipled experienced an awakening of God working in their life; most of them making their public profession at the end of a church service. Several of them had dropped the hard Hell Fire preaching they started their ministry with after seeing it produced many decisions but few fruitful transformations.
Sorry Jon I’ve shared a lot to say, I’ve experienced something similar to Steve and the concept of Hell had little to do with me getting saved and you are speaking from your church tradition not Scripture. After studying the Scriptures for almost 42-years I do believe in Hell and I believe there was a purpose for Jesus to confront those Jews about its truth, but he was not trying to convert anyone during His life, He was hiding the truth from some, “For this people's heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; lest at any time they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and should understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them” until the New Covenant went into effect, after His death and resurrection.