About eternal life.
My dad promised if we joined his church and spent a lifetime making those men in Pasadena richer could guarantee a place in heaven.
As my dad said, together as s family worshipping god for an eternity to come.
Two problems cropped up. I couldn't stand his preaching more than two minutes any given visit and certainly wasn't going to sit out an eternity of that ****.
The 2nd was all time, every moment 3000 of us ( the max allowed number of chosen ones, sorry those who got bumped for my sorry ass ) spent doing nothing but basking in the glory of god and praising him. Forevermore, nothing else to do, no Disney vacation options....
Why does god need this constant confirmation of his glory? How did my dumb ass make the cut over billions of actual believers? Would there be no options at all of escaping my dad irritating the paint off the walls with his constant blathering of his one of true religion?
That's how I could define hell and eternal punishment. I'll ake the other option given a choice, at least the scenery changes with all the new arrivals since the 3000 seats are already full in heaven.