At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.
Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)
If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.
The idea of an eternal burning hell has always repulsed me, and I long decided that if this if God was so sadistic I would be justified in not wanting to serve Him. I am delighted that His very nature is love,and even His justice is tinged with mercy. So much so that even the condemmed will declare Him just and true.