Damn you Jonathan Edwards. Or, rather, may it be said we are the ones damned per that sermon for the ages by preacher Edwards on July 8,1741 (click: Sinners In The Hands Of An Angry God). He would not finish it. The New England (Enfield, Connecticut) congregation, described as without particular readiness nor even polite attentiveness, was transformed until the crying and weeping became so overwhelming that Edwards was forced to discontinue the sermon and allow the pastors to join the people and pray with them.
I was not in attendance for that sermon but might just as well have been for this sixth grader bore witness to a graphic depiction of that very sermon prominently displayed in the back of Sunday school class. Every week, there it was, souls pictured as nothing but loathsome spiders literally hanging by a thread over the cauldron of hell, to be dropped but for the grace of God. And this, mind you, was Presbyterian-lite.
May we devote one hour of our busy lives to ponder . . . . . eternity . . . . that is, share in this Securus Locus forum the way our everyday thoughts, actions, and attitudes may be shaped, if at all, by thoughts of what happens after we shuffle off this mortal coil. After all, we’ve had a lifetime to think about it...
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