Beyond just my faith being affirmed and my brain totally boggled with all the big words that actually made sense, there was one thing that stuck out to me more than any other. Christopher Hitchens died in December from throat cancer. He died still believing there was no God, no Heaven, no Jesus. He died and went to hell.
If that last sentence didn't make you at least pause, I would challenge you to check yourself.
Yes, this man was angry. He hated Christians and their God. He was sarcastic, rude, and spiteful. He scoffed and laughed at Dr. Craig during the debate, and this was so tame compared to how he normally is. But none of that matters when you think about where he will now spend eternity.
When he was diagnosed with cancer, he remarks that he got letters from so many Christians. Some said they were praying for him and thinking about him. Others were not as loving... They wrote him and simply said good riddens.
No wonder he hated Christians.
This man was no more lost than any other unbeliever. He was more outspoken than most, but no more lost. I wonder if things would have turned out differently if every Christian that wrote to him had said they were praying for him instead of being happy for his untimely death. I wonder if he would've converted. But we'll never know.
I think this was a great lesson for me. Instead of being angry with this man, and men like him, my heart should be broken for them. They completely misunderstand the Bible, God, and Christians have really not done anything to help. Now this man will eternally be separated from Christ, completely hopeless. Instead of mocking him, our hearts should be breaking.
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