I have a spot in behind my shop where I throw the trimmings from when we prune our fruit trees as well as scraps from wood projects and Seth puts brush and lawn clippings back there from his lawn maintanence business. I usually burn the pile twice a year, but this spring the normal burn season was cut short because of our dry spring so my burn pile was close to the size of Mt Hood. I decided to burn it today and with tha fairly strong wind coming from tha South I figured that if I started it on the North side of the pile, the side closest to the shop the fire wouldn’t have worked itself up to a really big fire until it was away from the shop a bit, plus the wind wouldn’t be making it worse because it would be blowing in the direction where it had already burned. So I did manage to burn the pile without burning my shop down, but I did singe my hair, my beard and my eye lashes. With a good pair of scissors I think I fixed it so I look alright for church tonight and tomorrow. Every year when I burn the pile, as I stand there keeping an eye on it leaning on my pitchfork, I can’t help wondering what hell is like and what it will feel like to be there. The Bible’s description of it reminds me of my big rip roaring burn pile. I know many deny the existence of hell and that is nice, but I know God is a God of justice so what happens to people like those yesterday who slaughtered all those innocent people? Some would say they just cease to exist, turn into dirt when they die and that is the end of them. I think I will just believe that the Bible is true and that hell is a real place with real people going there and Heaven is a real place with real people going there. I think I will believe the Bible as well in how I can know for sure that I am going to heaven.