Nelson, I went to a funeral about a week ago. The lady was my grandmother's sister...actually, my mother's step-mother's sister, but she was the only grandmother I ever knew on that side of the family. She was almost 95 years old and the last of her siblings.
The preacher set up in front of the family and didn't really 'preach' to the rest of us. He said his piece directly to them...her grown children, grand-children and their families. I knew that pretty much every time he said "the bible says" he followed it with something the bible doesn't say. That doesn't just happen at funerals. But I kept my piece, because I know that there is a 'logical' end to the doctrines of hell and heaven, and unless someone has reached that end, they aren't very interested in truth.
I left thankful that I am no longer in such comfortably-numb darkness...even though there are days when I wish I was like everyone else and had not been called out to be different. I've had those days since I 'left' and long before I ever stumbled onto BT. I still have these moments at times.
When I got home, I had to endure a piece of another conversation that I walked in on where there was doubt expressed whether this lady or her her sister were "really saved". And I said a little prayer that the 'logical end' of these doctrines might cause one or the other of the participants in this discussion to ask a pertinent question. It didn't happen, but I know it will. Love never fails. The house built on sand MUST FALL. It's GOOD that it does, but it's hard to bear when all gets washed away.
I don't know if I did right, or if I did wrong. But that's what I did.