(June 7, 2012 at 1:28 am)teaearlgreyhot Wrote: Would a non-believer find enjoyment in hell then? If so, then what's the point of believing?
Nothing in there is about a "believer" vs. a "non-believer". Even Satan "believes in" God, so in this case "belief" or "believer" is meaningless. Rather this sermon focuses on someone with holiness and someone without.
If you mean to ask if someone without holiness would find enjoyment in Hell, as Hell, by definition, is a state of suffering. An internal and eternal rejection and separation from God; the flames themselves coming from within. The Eastern tradition in particular places Heaven and Hell in the same "place"--it is just that the wicked suffer in the presence of God out of their hate for him; and the good rejoice in the presence of God out of their love.
In the words of Pope St. Gregory the Great:
"In hell, there will be a fire that cannot be put out, a worm which cannot die, a stench one cannot bear, a darkness one can feel, a scourging by savage hands, with those present despairing of anything good"
God, of course, being all goodness and all love.
(June 7, 2012 at 1:34 am)Minimalist Wrote: And how would this asshole know what "heaven" was like if he had never been there?Through Sacred Scripture and Tradition.
Rather pretentious to claim to know what you cannot know.
Mary Immaculate, star of the morning
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
