When I cursed God

When I believed in hell, I think the closest to a relationship I could have back then with God was cursing Him for creating me. Anger is part of any relationship with anyone, and I was filled with anger against God for creating me and hell. I called Him a selfish tyrant and that He was no better than a pagan god. He created me, my family and friends knowing full well most of us are going to hell and He was not worthy of my worship. His question to me was, "what proof do you have that I have created such a place"? I said it is written in the bible. He asked "where"? I showed Him the verses Jesus said about hell? Jesus spoke more about hell than He did heaven. He asked me "do you understand what my Son really said"? And I answered yes? He asked me "is it in yourself to think that what you understand about what you have interpreted in scripture is possibly wrong"? I said maybe. He asked me "Do I break my promises when I make them"? I didn't answer as I was now lost for words. I asked Him, what promises have you made? He said "the one I made to Abraham, and through him I would bless all nations and families". I asked Him, what about hell? He said "How should such a belief glorify me and give me purpose and pleasure"? I am Father to all, and I have given all things to my obedient Son, and He will give all things back to me without losing one. My child, I have known the numbers of hair on your arms before you were born. When you fell, who helped pick you up? When you were sad, who was sad with you? When you cried, who cried with you? When you laughed, who laughed with you? Did the Father of the prodigal son ask His little one who returned to Him what he did with his share of the money? Did He tell His child to wash the filth of swine stench off him before his Father embraced him? Did he accuse His prodigal son of anything? No! I am that Father waiting for you all to come home. My anger is for but a moment but my love endures always. My love is an unfailing, unconditional love for all my children, believing and unbelieving. So what it some do not believe in me, that will not nullify my faith in them. I let them be disobedient so I may show them my mercy. My image has suffered more from my exponents than from my opponents. I have not created a place of hopelessness called hell when my Son created hope for all when He said "It is done".

I fell and cried with a great joy. He is a true loving, forgiving and merciful Father. Tears of great joy fell down my face when I learned who my Father truly is. I can now worship Him without the motivation of going to hell. I can now love Him because He is love. I hold His hand when I go for walks. He scolds me when I do bad, as a responsible Father should. He rewards me when I do good, as a loving Father would. The truth has truly set me free. Peace on earth and good will to all mankind