My daughter told me about a vile post written by an evil pastor, or perhaps its an evil post written by a vile pastor. I’m not sure but I’m guessing he is one of those men about whom Jude warned the church.
The post to which I am referring – entitled “Where Do Dead Babies Go?” – asserts that all babies go to hell. The pastor also puked a post entitled “Ten Women Christian Men Shouldn’t Marry,” but we’ll save that for another day.
I figured I should actually read the post before writing about it, so I did. There is a lot to refute. Too much. Therefore, rather than speak to it point by point, I will just sum it up by saying that his logic and his understanding are faulty and flawed. Flawed, flawed, flawed. And if he is not evil, then he is misguided and sorely in need of a renewed mind.
So, where do babies go when they die? The Bible does not say.
But, knowing God, my guess is that there is not a blanket answer. God knows our hearts.
Psalm 58 says, “Even from birth the wicked go astray; from the womb they are wayward, spreading lies.”
The pastor used this verse to “prove” that we are all wicked from birth. But it does not say that. It says the wicked are born that way. It doesn’t say we are all born that way.
So if the wicked are wicked from birth, then God’s all-knowing brain knows which babies are wicked and which are not. He knows which ones would yield to Him, if given longer to live, and which ones would stubbornly refuse Him. And I think He judges accordingly.
Jesus told this story recorded in Luke 16:
“There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.
“The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.’
“But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’
“He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’
“Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.’
“‘No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’
“He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”
God knew that a little more time, a little more knowledge and a little more warning would not make a lick of difference.
The pastor wrote:
Now, Romans 10:9 clearly states, “Because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” Unfortunately, babies can do neither (to my knowledge). Which sorrowfully leads me, therefore, to response #2 as perhaps the only biblically tenable response: all babies who die in infancy go to hell.
Shaking my head.
Two words (actually a name and a word): Balaam’s Donkey. If God can make a donkey talk, then He can make a baby talk.
And if rocks can cry out, who is to say a baby’s heart cannot believe?
God to Jeremiah:
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
At the risk of being thought a bit of a nut, I have a vague recollection of a conversation I had with God when I was in the womb. And why not? If He can talk to me now, He could talk to me then.
In the book/movie, “Heaven is for Real” – based on one family’s testimony – the little boy who went to heaven told his dad that no one is old in heaven. I started wondering why the boy’s grandpa was a young man in heaven and not say a boy, etc. And I landed on a theory based on nothing concrete: What if, instead of remaining the age we were when we died, we remain the age we were when we were born again? In which case I will be eternally 23.
The only glitch in my theory (the only glitch I can think of at the moment) is that when the little boy in the movie met his miscarried sister she was a child and not a fetus. My best explanation – actually my only explanation – is that God knows everything – past, present and future. Perhaps in His omniscience, He knew at which age she would have believed in Him, had she lived. Life was His plan for her and He knew how that plan would have played out.
So here’s where I stand today: Do all babies go to heaven? Probably not. Do all babies go to hell? Definitely not. Does God, who knows every heart, judge according to that intimate knowledge? That’s what I’m thinking.
I may have a different take on all this when my sinus infection is gone and my head is less fuzzy, but these are my thoughts today.
What do you think?
© The Reluctant Baptist, 2015