Gossip: How Christians Can Go to Hell
â€œI would never say that,â€ I murmured, voice trembling, to the other girlâ€™s teacher.
The woman bent down, peering into my face. If sheâ€™d been my homeroom teacher or if Iâ€™d ever had a class with her, she would have known me, wouldâ€™ve known that I tended to be the teacherâ€™s pet, without even intending to. I was quiet, studious, helped the other students, made no trouble.
But today, right after our morning recess, I was in deep trouble.
â€œThatâ€™s not what Virginia says. She says you told her to go to Hell.â€
I squintedÂ beyond her skirt at my fellow ten-year old smirking behind her. Virginia went to the church down the street from me, two small town blocks away. She usually dressed for school exactly as she did for church: Â pastel dress, lace collar, lace crinolinesâ€”who the hell ever wears crinolines?â€”bobby socks, and white patent leather shoes in the springtime. The only difference in school attire was that she was absent the white lace gloves which she displayed delicately with her hands perpendicular to her sides and parallel to the ground. It was the same style of clothesÂ she was to wearÂ well into her teenage years.
â€œAre you saying Virginia is lying?â€ Â As if that could never be the case. Â Silly teacher. Â Virginia’s parents were rich and I was a farmer’s kid.
I nodded my heresy. â€œYes, maâ€™am. She is.â€
Virginia, behind her, let out a squawk. I may have been teacherâ€™s pet for my teacher, but Virginia was this womanâ€™s pet.
â€œShe told me I could go to Hell,â€ Virginia shrilled again, stepping up even with the teacherâ€™s hip. â€œShe said a bad word. Nobodyâ€™s supposed to cuss. And, if they do, then they get the paddle in the principalâ€™s office.â€
I rolled my eyesâ€”not exactly a wise thing to do. â€œI didnâ€™t use it as a cuss word,â€ I protested. Â â€œI was talking about it as being a place, like in the Bible. Itâ€™s not a bad word if you are talking about whatâ€™s in the Bible.â€
This time, the teacher rolled her eyes. â€œDid you or did you not tell her that she could go to Hell?â€
â€œYes maâ€™am. I told her that she could go to Hell. But, I didnâ€™t tell her to go to Hell.â€
â€œSee? See?â€ Virginia screeched. â€œShe admits that she told me to go to Hell.â€
No.â€ I looked past the teacher. â€œNot to go to Hell, but hat you could go to Hell.” Then, I added quickly, â€œFor what you said to me.â€
“Wait, wait, wait.â€ Â The woman stopped us both. â€œIâ€™m confused. Virginia, did you start this? What did you say to her?â€
Virginia twisted her fingers and palms together behind her back, stood on one foot, and twirled from side to side. Â â€œI donâ€™t know what she’s talking about,â€ she answered calmly, looking away.
â€œIf you girls donâ€™t stop it right now, Iâ€™m going to send both of you to the principalâ€™s office.â€
â€œShe called me a fool,â€ I blurted out.
â€œDid not!â€ Virginia protested again.
“Girls!â€ the teacher yelled over both of us.
â€œShe told me to go to Hell, and I donâ€™t know why she would ever say a thing like that. I didnâ€™t do anything to her. All I did was tell her I didnâ€™t like something she had done.â€
Or not done, I thought to myself. Miss Prissy-Popular Girl had given me a direct order, and Iâ€™d refused it.
â€œShe called me a fool!â€ I was shouting now. â€œI didnâ€™t do what she wanted me to do so, she called me a fool! The Bible says that whosoever shall say unto his brother ‘Thou fool’ is in danger of hellfire. So I told her that she could go to Hell for what she said. But I didnâ€™t say for her toÂ go to Hell. I didnâ€™t say it in a bad way. I was just telling her what was in the Bible.â€
â€œJesus Christ,â€ the teacher muttered under her breath, completely unaware of the irony. Â â€œYou two girls, recess is over. Go back to your homerooms. Donâ€™t let me catch you speaking to each other for the rest of the school year.â€
As we walked away, Virginiaâ€™s teacher called over her shoulder to me. â€œAnd you, young lady, you think about what youâ€™ve done.â€
And think about it, I did.
The night before, I had been at a special Tuesday night revival meeting over at the Rocky Ridge Baptist Church. Not my church, but my cousins’ church. My aunts and uncles had insisted my parents attend a special film that Tuesday night on “Communism and Christianity.” I donâ€™t remember much about it now, except for one scene: Â a beloved grandfather had been hogtied over a pit of pitchforks by the Communist antagonist in this â€œdocumentaryâ€ for Christians, and the other end of the rope had been given to three small children, the oldest about my age, who could not hold the rope tight and far enough away for long enough. They were given the option of having help of rescuing their grandfather, but only if they would renounce God. I watched in horror, with my parents, as the film on the wall of the church sanctuary displayed the children refusing to renounce God and screaming in grief as they lost the battle with the rope and gravity, bloodied their hands as they tried to hold onto the slipping rope. The film feltÂ real to me and made a big impression on ten-year-old me: I was not then, nor have I ever been, one to renounce what I believe.
For the rest of that year and for the rest of elementary school, and even for the rest of middle school, I thought about the day Virginia had called me a fool and how I had responded to her. I studied everything I could find on Matthew 5:22.
But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment: and whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in danger of the council: but whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire.
(That’s the King James Version, of course, because how I grew up, only the KJV was considered authentic.)
Decades have passed since that day on the playground. Now that Iâ€™m all grown up, that verse has come back to me.
After much study and discussion with Bible scholars, ministers, and deacons, the interpretation that I settled on for this passage was that the various offenses outlined were punishable by law or by council, yet one in particular was punishable by Hell, even if the person committing this act was a Christian. As we know, most Christians think theyâ€™re going to Heaven simply because they, according to the tenets of Christianity, believe in Jesus and have accepted him as their savior. However, this verse paints an entirely different picture so that even a Christian can go to Hell, or be in danger of it, for committing the simple act of calling someone a fool.
In various other interpretations of this passage, especially the part of calling someone a fool, I came across something even more interesting.
That this passage meant if you gossip against someone, put them down, tell lies about them, then that is the same as calling them a fool.
That this passage is about gossip, about brutal gossip.
About the kind of gossip that changes a personâ€™s life, and maybe even their eternity.
I know what youâ€™re thinking. Nah. God wouldnâ€™t send a good, law-abiding, church-going Christian to Hell merely for vicious gossip. Would He?
Iâ€™ve thought a lot about that question recently, especially over the last few months. My belief system is not something Iâ€™ve ever renounced. It just gets deeper, broader, loops around, doubles back, comes full circle. Iâ€™ve thought quite a few times over the last year that I would like to become involved, again, with the Christian community because I understand it in a different way now. And, again, Iâ€™m not renouncing any of my current beliefs in saying this. I understand it in a different way because Iâ€™ve been in other places. I understand other spiritual beliefs now, the commonalities that I never would have seen before.
People who know little to nothing about me but rumor will not believe this, but nothing has ever really fundamentally changed for me spiritually except that I’ve explored soul-work more deeply than some of the small-minded people that litter these little towns in the South could ever understand when they’re rather focus on fashion in church than on the real meaning of our existence.
What stops me from going back the kind of church I grew up in?
So far, itâ€™s been “Good Christians.”
“Good Christians” who gossip viciously.
Well, itâ€™s more likely that they would never actually let me through the church doors, regardless of what their Bible instructs them to do. Iâ€™m not sure I could stomach sitting on the same pew with some of the “Good Christians” who have told such dark and mean lies about me, and others who have made up fantastical stories of what they thought I believed and set out to destroy the things Iâ€™ve built without ever asking me what it was I built or why.
So what does gossip have to do with “Good Christians” being in danger of hellfire? Well, to these particular Christians (and, no, they would never believe they were Christians in name only so don’t discount this pain as peculiar to social Christians only), they believe that Iâ€™m already going to Hell without ever having a discussion with me. Oh, and yes, we wonâ€™t get into “judge not lest ye be judged.â€™”
If they believe Iâ€™m going to Hell and take actions against me because of their belief that Iâ€™m going to Hell and I find those actions so reprehensible that I would never go near their church, that I have felt driven away from any possibility of it, then perhaps their actions should be punishable by hellfire. By their own words, they believe that those who do not share their beliefs will burn in Hell. Yet, by their actions, whether vicious gossip or bullying or both, these same people are guilty of keeping others from ever sharing their beliefs.
To this day, not one of the people who have called me a fool for my beliefs and dogged me mercilessly for them has ever asked me to explain what it is I do believe. Nor is it my responsibility to keep them informed. Then again, what would it matter what I believe?
What should matter to them is this: Â how often do they keep other people from the religion that they have been commanded to proselytize for? Â Brutal gossip is just another way of preaching, albeit the lowest and most negative manifestation.
Iâ€™ll end this by calling on everyone who considers himself or herself to be a good Christian to adopt the practice of compassion. To walk their talk. To live in the sacred way. To let the way you live your lives be your primary form of witness. If nothing else, ask yourself, â€œWhat would Jesus do?â€
Iâ€™m pretty sure he wouldnâ€™t be texting his disciples to tell them the latest scandal on Lorna Tedder.