Sunday, January 31, 2010

That Hideous Doctrine by John Thomas

I wanted to share this with everyone. It was given to me while my husband and I were taking Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University at our church over 2 years ago. I just recently found my copy of it and wanted to share it with all of you.

From Moody Monthly/September 1985


That hideous doctrine of hell is fading. How often have you thought of it in the past month, for instance? Does it make a difference in your concern for others, in your witness? Is it a constant and proper burden?

Most believers would have to say no. But the individual isn’t the only one to blame. After all, the doctrine no longer gets its float in the church parade; it has become a museum piece at best stored in the shadows of a far corner.

The reality of hell, however, demands we haul the monstrous thing out again and study it until it changes us. Ugly, garish, and familiar as it is, this doctrine will indeed have a daily, practical, and personal effect on every believer who comes to terms with its force.

Our Lord’s words on the subject are unnerving. In Luke 16, He tells us of a rich man who died and went to Hades (the abode of the unsaved dead between death and final judgment). From that story and a few other revelatory facts, we can infer several characteristics of hell.

First it’s a place of great physical pain. The rich man’s initial remark concludes with his most pressing concern: "I am in agony in this flame" (Luke 16:24). We do not make enough of this.

We all have experienced pain to some degree. We know it can make a mockery of all life’s goals and beauties. Yet we do not seem to know pain as a hint of hell, a searing foretaste of what will befall those who do not know Christ, a grim reminder of what we will be spared from.

God does not leave us with simply the mute fact of hell’s physical pain. He tells us how real people will respond to that pain. Our Lord is not being macabre; He is simply telling us the truth.

First, there will be "weeping" (Luke 13:28). Weeping is not something we get a grip on; it is something that grips us.

Recall how you were affected when you last heard someone weep. Remember how you were moved with compassion to want to protect and restore that person? The Lord wants us to know and consider what an upsetting experience it is for the person in hell.

Another response will be "wailing" (Matt. 13:42). While weeping attracts our sympathy, wailing frightens and offends us. It is the pitiable bawl of a soul seeking escape, hurt beyond repair, eternally damaged. A wail is sound gone grotesque because of conclusions we can’t live with.

A third response will be "gnashing of teeth" (Luke 13:28). Why? Perhaps because of anger or frustrations. It may be a defense against crying out or an intense pause when one is too weary to cry any longer.

Hell has two other aspects, rarely considered, which are both curious and frightening. On earth we take for granted two physical properties that help keep us physically, mentally, and emotionally stable. The first is light; the second is solid, fixed surfaces. Oddly, these two dependables will not accommodate those in hell.

Hell is a place of darkness (Matt. 8:12). Imagine the person who has just entered hell — a neighbor, relative, co-worker, friend. After a roar of physical pain blasts him, he spends his first moments wailing and gnashing his teeth. But after a season, he grows accustomed to the pain, not that it’s become tolerable, but that his capacity for it has enlarged to comprehend it, yet not be consumed by it. Though he hurts, he is now able to think, and he instinctively looks about him. But as he looks, he sees only blackness.

In his past life he learned that if he looked long enough, a glow of light somewhere would yield definition to his surroundings. So he blinks and strains to focus his eyes, but his efforts yield only blackness. He turns and strains his eyes in another direction. He waits. He sees nothing but unyielding black ink. It clings to him, smothering and oppressing him.

Realizing that the darkness is not going to give way, he nervously begins to feel for something solid to get his bearings. He reaches for walls or rocks or trees or chairs; he stretches his legs to feel the ground and touches nothing.

Hell is a "bottomless pit" (Rev. 20:1,2 KJV); however, the new occupant is slow to learn. In growing panic, he kicks his feet and waves his arms. He stretches and he lunges. But he finds nothing. After more feverish tries, he pauses from exhaustion, suspended in black. Suddenly, with a scream he kicks, twists, and lunges until he is again too exhausted to move.

He hangs there, alone with his pain. Unable to touch a solid object or see a solitary thing, he begins to weep.

His sobs choke through the darkness. They become weak, then lost in hell’s roar.

As time passes, he begins to do what the rich man did — he again starts to think. His first thoughts are of hope. You see, he still thinks as he did on earth, where he kept himself alive with hope. When things got bad, he always found a way out. If he felt pain, he took medicine. If he were hungry; he ate food. If he lost love, there was more love to be found.

So he casts about in his mind for a plan to apply to the hope building in his chest.

Of course, he thinks, Jesus, the God of love, can get me out of this.

He cries out with a surge, "Jesus! Jesus! You were right! Help me! Get me out of this!"

He waits, breathing hard with desperation. The sound of his voice slips into the darkness and is lost.

He tries again. "I believe, Jesus! I believe now! Save me from this!" Again the darkness smothers his words.

Our sinner is not unique. Everyone in hell believes.

When he wearies of appeals, he does next what anyone would do —assesses his situation and attempts to adapt. But then it hits him — this is forever.

Jesus made it very clear. He used the same words for "forever" to describe both heaven and hell.

Forever, he thinks, and his mind labors through the blackness until he aches.

"Forever!" he whispers in wonder. The idea deepens, widens, and towers over him.

The awful truth spreads before him like endless, overlapping slats: When I put in ten thousand centuries of time here, I will not have accomplished one thing. I will not have one second less to spend here.

As the rich man pleaded for a drop of water, so, too, our new occupant entertains a similar ambition. In life he learned that even bad things could be tolerated if one could find temporary relief. Perhaps even hell, if one could rest from time to time, would be more tolerable.

He learns, though, that "the smoke of [his] torment goes up forever and ever; and [he has] no rest day and night" (Rev. 14:11 NASB).

No rest day and night — think of that.

Thoughts of this happening to people we know, people like us, are too terrifying to entertain for long. The idea of allowing someone to endure such torture for eternity violates the sensibilities of even the most severe judge among us. We simply cannot bear it.

But our thoughts of hell will never be as unmanageable as its reality. We must take this doctrine of hell, therefore, and make sure we are practically affected by it.

A hard look at this doctrine should first change our view of sin. Most believers do not take sin as seriously as God does. We need to realize that in His actual plan, sin deserves eternal punishment in hell.

We can actually learn, by comparison, to hate sin as God hates it. As the reality of hell violates and offends us, for example, so sin violates and offends God. As we cannot bear to look upon the horrors of hell, so God cannot bear to look upon the horrors of sin. As hell revolts us to the point of hatred for it, so also God finds sin revolting. The comparison is not perfect, but it offers a start.

Second, the truth of hell should encourage our witness. Can we ever hear a sigh of weariness, see a moment of doubt, or feel pain without being reminded of that place? In all honesty, can we see any unbeliever, watch his petty human activities, realize what he has in store, and not be moved with compassion? It encourages us to witness in word and in deed.

That hideous doctrine may grip our souls in dark terror and make us weep, but let us be sure it also prompts us to holiness and compassion.

I know the first time I read this all I could think was, "Thank the Lord I am a believer."

I love you baby girl and mommy misses you very much.
Love Mommy



Monday, January 11, 2010

Touching Souls Bereavement Photography

If anyone can support this cause, it would mean the world to me.  To find out why, please read what I have typed in below and my reasonings after:

 "At the heart of it all, what matters most is:
Who has touched our lives and Whose lives we've touched.

"Touching Souls Photography, supporting parents whose babies or children die, relies entirely on donations and gifts from individuals and organizations.  Donated dolars are used to support direct expenses for the photographs made for families.  Photographs taken during this precious time with aprents and family become valuable mementos, serving as a gentle link to memories and feelings about their beleoved child.  The collection of photographs, presetned reverently in an album at no charge to the family, is theirs to keep.  The expense for this supportive service is approsimately $750 per family.

"Thanks to a partnership with MISS Foundations, a national non-profit whose mission is to support families after the death of a child, Touching Souls Photography is available to any family in need through tax-deductible contributions.  Any gift amount is welcome and will help to provide this gift of photographs for a family at a time of great need.  Make a donation to support families throughout Chicago and it's suburbs:

"Online: www.toddhochberg.com and click on make a donation.

"By mail: Send a check payable to MISS Foundation,
PO Box 5511, Evanston, IL 60204

"Or for more information, email funding@toddhochberg.com"

Keith and I just met with Todd today.  It has been almost 18 months since Mari passed.  January 16th will be exactly 18 months (which is this coming Saturday).  This man gave of his services almost 18 months ago and took those last photographs with our beloved angel on her last day here on this earth with us.  Yes, I know this was not really hear.  However, it was the last time that any of us got to spend anytime with her before she went to heaven.

When I set and finalized the appointment last Tuesday, and then hung up the phone, it took me only a couple of seconds to realized what I had really just done.  I had scheduled this special time to go see Mari's last day photos with us.  It took all of about 3 or 4 seconds and I just broke down crying.  I could not believe that in less than a week I would be seeing them.  There was a couple of times over the last week I wanted to cancel the appointment.  But something inside me said, "No, I need to see them."  So I kept the appointment.  Today at 2pm (central time) Keith and I met at a friends house (Mandy K., as she was nice enough to open her home to us so we could meet the photographer today).  She left us to be alone with this photographer.

Yes I cried, but the overall dread of seeing the photos was not as bad as I thought it was going to be.  To know now that I have these photos of her is even more special to me than I could have ever imagined.  To put it in this perspective.  Imagine taking the one person you love the very most in all the world.  Now know you only have one day left with them on this earth and you will never see them again until you die some day.  That could be the next day or it could be 50 years from now or even more.  Now you have someone out of the kindsness of their heart who has given of their time to be able to take those last moments you have with that loved one.  You will have them until the day you die.  You won't look at them all the time but you can look at them when you need to.  I guess this is the best way to describe these photos and what they mean to me.

He will be sending me a CD of the pictures soon.  When he does I will put the photos in a PowerPoint presentation to share with all of you.  In the mean time I will post a couple at the end of this post.

The reason I am sharing all of this with you is if you feel lead in your heart to donate, please contribute to this cause.  Even if it is only $5, that $5 will mean the world to another family out their as they too will now have their own last minute photos of their own precious loved one, their beloved son or daughter.

I thank anyone in advance.  If you do make a donation, please do it in Mariana Tunstall's name as a rememberance for her.  Thank you.

I love you very much baby girl and mommy's miss you so much.

Love Mommy

Getting Ready to Give Her Her Final Bath

Washing Her Hair One Last Time

Mommy hold her hand

Mommy painting her fingernails for the first and last time

Mommy holding her while daddy looks on as she gets her hair done

4 y/o Cousin Faith reading the book she make for MarMar

Grandma and Grandpa T saying their final good-byes, with Daddy by their side

Aunt Amanda saying good-bye, Mommy hold her lock of hair

Her Wonder Pets friends keeping watch over her

Uncle Dave, Aunt Amanda, Aunt Peggy, Aunt Amy, and Uncle Ruben having their last moments

Mommy beyond herself with Daddy by her side as they are slowly taking her off life support with the PICU Chaplain Gretchen by our side

Gretchen praying

Daddy beside himself as he holds her hand

"We love you Baby Girl"

She is no longer on life support and now we are just holding each other as a family

I am completely numb as she is slipping in my arms

Daddy wispering how very much he loves her

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Mari's Hospital Story

I wanted to share with everyone what I have been working on.  I think most of you already know that I have decided to write a book about Mari's life and for those of you who don't now you do.

I have the first 2 chapters complete so far and now I have the 13th chapter complete.  The 13th chapter in her book is going to be her hospital stay.  What I have done is taken what I wrote in her carepages while she was in the hospital and edited it.  I now wanted to share the edited version with all of you.

Please take the time to either read, or re-read if you read it on her carepage, her story.  I can't say I hope you enjoy it as this will be heart wrentching to read.  However, I do hope that anyone who reads this can feel the emotions of the story.

www.autismawarenessonline.com/hospitalstory.htm

Also, I have decided to give Mari's site a new look.  Please let me know what you think.

My greatest hope is that Mari's site will grow to reach millions of people someday.  If you are not already do so, please follow us on either Blogged, Google Friend Connect, Twitter, or all three.  In doing this, we will continue to grow to get the word out about a beloved little angel we all miss and love.

Mommy's  Angel In Heaven