The Hell in the Bible – say Matthew 13:41–42 calls Hell a ‘fiery furnace’.
I’ve always imagined Hell to be cold. A very dark place where you can’t see anything, and can never get warm, where there is no one around for miles and miles, or if fellow sinners hate you and hurt you. Surely it must be a lonely place without love where you’re told constantly that you’re useless, where your insides churn, and you cry from the middle of your chest without tears or any catharsis. A fiery furnace sounds rather warm in comparison. With the weather this year, we’re well on our way to my version of Hell.
I’m not meant for the cold weather. In the cold weather I hate to leave the house. I eat too much. I don’t want to get out of bed, and I look like the pilsbury dough boy every March.
I often think of my grandfather when I am walking down cold Canadian streets, shivering. My grandfather nearly immigrated to Brazil instead of Canada. Why? Why? Why? I ask. I trudge along with my heavy booted feet and I sulk. If we were born in Brazil instead of Canada, I might look like a bikini model instead of a woman who wears a coat that makes her looks like a giant brown marshmallow.
In my opinion, there is no better way to say this more eloquenly…I think winter sucks!!!
Project 52 Weeks: Wk 1 of 52