Does the Christian go there at death, or must he wait for the general resurrection? They do not know. The Testament teaches that the bodies of the dead are to be raised? Where are their souls in the meantime? They do not know. Can the dead be raised? The atoms composing their bodies enter into new combinations, into new forms, into wheat and corn, into the flesh of animals and into the bodies of other men. Where one man dies, and some of his atoms pass into the body of another man and he dies, to whom will these atoms belong in the day of resurrection? If Christianity were only stupid and unscientific, if its God was ignorant and kind, if it promised eternal joy to believers and if the believers practiced the forgiveness they teach, for one I should let the faith alone. But there is another side to Christianity. It is not only stupid, but malicious. It is not only unscientific, but it is heartless. Its god is not only ignorant, but infinitely cruel. It not only promises the faithful an eternal reward, but declares that nearly all of the children of men, imprisoned in the dungeons of God will suffer eternal pain. This is the savagery of Christianity. This is why I hate its unthinkable God, its impossible Christ, its inspired lies, and its selfish, heartless heaven. Christians believe in infinite torture, in eternal pain. Eternal Pain! All the meanness of which the heart of man is capable is in that one word--Hell. That word is a den, a cave, in which crawl the slimy reptiles of revenge. That word certifies to the savagery of primitive man. That word is the depth, the dungeon, the abyss, from which civilized man has emerged. That word is the disgrace, the shame, the infamy, of our revealed religion. That word fills all the future with the shrieks of the damned. That word brutalizes the New Testament, changes the Sermon on the Mount to hypocrisy and cant, and pollutes and hardens the very heart of Christ. That word adds an infinite horror to death, and makes the cradle as terrible as the coffin. That word is the assassin of joy, the mocking murderer of hope. That word extinguishes the light of life and wraps the world in gloom. That word drives reason from his throne, and gives the crown to madness. That word drove pity from the hearts of men, stained countless swords with blood, lighted fagots, forged chains, built dungeons, erected scaffolds, and filled the world with poverty and pain. That word is a coiled serpent in the mother's breast, that lifts its fanged head and hisses in her ear:--"Your child will be the fuel of eternal fire." That word blots from the firmament the star of hope and leaves the heavens black. That word makes the Christian's God an eternal torturer, an everlasting inquisitor--an infinite wild beast. This is the Christian prophecy of the eternal future: No hope in hell. No pity in heaven. No mercy in the heart of God. VIII. CONCLUSION