Posted on 02/09/2014 7:01:10 AM PST by Kaslin
Last Sunday, as most of you know, the Oscar winning actor Philip Seymour Hoffman died of a heroin overdose. Strewn about the millionaire’s abode were sixty bags of un-used smack along with five empty/used bags of the “Ace of Spades”. According to the reports, those who discovered the dead thespian said he was found deceased with a needle in his arm. Not a pretty picture.
Later that same night, as the news channels began to report on Hoffman’s death, the various talking heads began to wax eloquently about how he was a great actor, a normal guy, who rode his bike around the neighborhood, loved his children and was an all-around good dude who was now “resting in peace.”
This left me thinking, “What the hell ever happened to hell?”
Did it get shut down?
Did I miss a Facebook alert about its closing?
Did it get defunded like ACORN?
Did Obamanomics also accelerate its demise?
I wonder this because I don’t hear much about the netherworld or the Prince of Darkness anymore and it appears as if, at least according to E! News, you can believe and do whatever the heck you want nowadays and upon your seedy expiration – boom! – you’re in heaven playing a harp, walking around in a white peignoir, sitting on a cloud, eatin’ ice cream with Jesus.
As a former self-destructive, narcissistic drug addict, my carnal man wishes it had that option available thirty-plus years ago, back when I was a hellion, because I never would’ve repented and started following Christ’s lead. Because, you know, he can be a real cosmic killjoy to the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life; and what druggie doesn’t want to have his coke and snort it, too?
Just think about it. What a wonderfully convenient and fleshily appealing notion. Heaven without desisting from or believing anything!
Check it out, according to the glitterati …
- I can go to heaven without faith in Christ’s sacrifice
- With zero desire to follow God’s edicts
- I can screw everything that’ll hold still
- Shoot heroin
- Snort coke
- Fuel the nasty, despicable, murderous drug trade with my money
- Utterly wreck my parents', spouse's and kids' lives pretty much forever
And when I die during an O.D. of frickin’ heroin, when I come to, I will be rocking up instantly to the same place Mother Theresa calls home. Yahtzee! What a deal. Shoot, that’s better than the Toyota Sale-A-Thon.
Unfortunately for my flesh, back when I was a user the only option available for me to pull my head out of my backside and to bank eternal security entailed my putting my trust in Jesus’ finished work on the cross and doing a 180 away from all the things that caused him and humanity pain. As stated, there was not the option of doing whatever I wanted and still entertaining a hope of heaven when I was to take the big dirt nap.
However, as seen with the Hoffman situation, it’s now being afforded to us especially if you’ve won an Oscar or a Grammy. Or if you’re a fashion designer. Or any other BS profession that entertainment lackeys drool over. To them, if you dazzled us on the silver screen, the small screen or via the stage … then hallelujah, God loves you and abracadabra … you’re in.
Does it not strike any of you as strange that playmates, reality stars, rock stars, godless actors, mean old aunts and uncles who openly defied God and all that is holy, just and good are instantly sanctified once they die and they’re heading for the same place Billy Graham is?
That’s cuckoo talk to me. But if you’re comfortable with it, good luck. That’s definitely not a dice roll I’d bet on. But then again I could be wrong and the CNN entertainment reporter could be right.
Talk about mental calisthenics! How far do some feel they have to go to excuse stupidity and evil?
Did Hitler escape hell because he loved(?) his dog-never mind all the people he exterminated?
As if our opinions matter. We can opine on what people do when alive-afterward, it’s God’s business.
And now they shed the tears of a clown.
A culture that worships and idealizes celebrities is decadent and in decline.
NO
I have no desire to spit on the man’s corpse. Where he ended up is between him and God.
Accomplished people have always been admired.
ARE YOU ENTERTAINED???!!!!!
I wonder if the a-hole who chimed in about how “mean-spirited” a comment I made on a different thread was because after all the guy had three kids or some such tommyrot will chime in here.
The moron actor had three kids, but he put his own pleasure before his kids needs. While I do not claim to know what God will decide about his immortal soul, I will say this earth is better now that he has checked out.
“The latest rock album, Herr Wagner!”
“Our present dark ages, seem to want anything that is the opposite of God.”
Fr Cyprian, Superior, Our Lady of Guadalupe Monastery
Although I agree with the writer that we no longer as a society discuss hell and damnation.. however, as a Christian.. I will not decide/point to and say that their soul should be in hell. That is between each and every individual soul and God. No one else. He is the judge.. not me. Only God knows truly what in in our hearts.
He's not spitting on the man's corpse but just pointing out the hypocrisy of those who think that everyone they like will be "resting in peace" regardless of the life they led.
Doug Giles is just pointing out that there are two roads to eternity, the wide one that leads to destruction and the narrow one that leads to life.
The odds are that Hoffman, dying with a needle full of heroin sticking out of his arm, wasn't on the narrow road and isn't eating ice cream with Jesus.
Mr. Hoffman is the only one who knows where he is bound. As mortals we are incapable of anything more than speculation based on little evidence and the word of god! The exaltation of mister Hoffman is not Mr. Hoffman’s sin. It the sin of those who exalt sin over virtue, fame over the unseen heart of mortal men, and value the exaltation of men over the exaltation of God!
When God died, Hell took on new staff.
LOL!
To bad the guy couldn’t have been dried out.
But having known a few drug addicts, the lies never never end. You never know when talking to them if what they say is a truth, a fantasy, a truthful fantasy, a lie, or a lying fantasy.
Who knows.
But drugs alter the reality for the user to the point that they have no idea what truth is. So I do have some compassion. BUT stay away. Remove all contact lest you get pulled into bizzaro world and be destroyed with them.
Let’s not forget there are mega-corporations that promote them. It’s crass commercialism at its finest/worst.
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