Imagine I walk up to you, sick out my finger like a pretend pistol, and demand you give me your money. How would you react? Would you comply? What if I insisted that it is a gun, I swear I’ll shoot you unless you give me your money? You know what you did. I love you, but I have to do it. You know the truth now, your choice.
You say that, no, finger guns are impossible. Nobody has ever proven they exist, and a finger gun is incompatible with what we know about human nature and biology. Besides, you know you’ve done a lot of things, you are human after all, but certainly nothing that warrants being shot.
Someone passing by interjects. “Look man, I gave her my money. She said she loved me, and promised she’d never use her finger gun to hurt me. Why not, just in case?” When asked why, how they know, whether they can explain how that is consistent with reality, they just shrug and say, “You know the truth. It’s your choice.” You have many such interactions.
Bewildered, you refuse.
If that finger gun goes off, did you really choose it?
Hell is a finger gun. Would an all powerful, all loving, just God put its creations in this situation? Would it even consider creating a realm of eternal torment?
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