I was recuperating at the gym--this physique isn't natural, ya know--the other day, when a woman and her young daughter were leaving. The kid was dawdling, watching the tennis players etc. The mother announced, "Julia, I'm leaving. See you later," as she headed out the door. The kid panicked and ran after her, not wanting to be left behind.
I chuckled because my wife and I have used this trick many a time on our 3-year-old. The very idea that you would leave your little buddy at the zoo! And yet he is so incapable of conceiving of how much we love him, that he actually thinks we're serious.
Then it occurred to me: What if God doesn't really send anybody to hell?