Sad to say, but even though I know I’m not going through the door, I’ve spent many days on a rocking chair on hell’s front porch, contemplating both the good and the evil done to my poor pitiful self. The good never good enough (or lasting enough), the evil always intentional, even down to some stranger letting a door close in my face. Smells like smoke in here; here inside my selfishness.
Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! (Romans 7:24-25)