Ingredients for Hell

We are to be channels, conductors of God's power and passion, not just end-consumers and hoarders.

“Worship is giving God the best that He has given you. Be careful what you do with the best you have. Whenever you get a blessing from God, give it back to Him as a love gift. Take time to meditate before God and offer the blessing back to Him in a deliberate act of worship. If you hoard a thing for yourself, it will turn into spiritual dry rot, as the manna did when it was hoarded. God will never let you hold a spiritual thing for yourself, it has to be given back to Him that He may make it a blessing to others.” (My Utmost 1/6)

If we hoard for ourselves God's blessings they will begin to poison us like the rotting manna. Those who insist on becoming end receivers of God's gifts without releasing them to move on to another will create the condition that is one of the essential ingredients of hell. When God's power is fully unleashed on that final day of revelation, those who are purified conductors and cling to no blessing but only to the Source of blessing Himself will shine with the intensity of suns. Those who cling to self-interest and refuse to release the life that comes to them will find themselves ablaze in torment because they are experiencing a dead-short.

Community is a circuit where each part shares and passes on the power.

“Then they will go forth and look On the corpses of the men Who have transgressed against Me. For their worm will not die And their fire will not be quenched; And they will be an abhorrence to all mankind.” (Isaiah 66:24 see also Mark 9:44-48)

“The worm will not die.” As long as it resists God's love and will not die it will suffer torment. The fire cannot be quenched. The passion of God simply cannot be extinguished by our resistance to it. Notice that the text does not say “the worm cannot die”, it says “will not die”. This is purely an issue of choice.

How can the wetness of a worm extinguish the fire of the sun? Unless the worm is transfigured into a thread of gold and purified to become a superconductor, it will only writhe in torment and anger at the seeming nonsense of the heat inherent in the power of the sun.