How We Are Obligated to Teach and Warn Our Children of Hell

‘The Blessed Virgin, one’s guardian angel, all the saints, love a man, however wicked, as long as he lives on earth. But once he is condemned by God, then God’s friends agree in God’s judgment and condemnation. For all eternity they will not have a kind thought for this wretched soul. Rather they will be satisfied to see him in the flames as a victim of God’s justice. (“The just shall rejoice when he shall see the revenge” – Ps. 57:11.) 
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They will abhor him. A mother will look from paradise upon her own condemned son in hell without being moved, as though she had never known him. (“Better for him had he never been born” – Mk. 14:21).’ 
(St. Anthony Mary Claret)
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Mary the Blessed Virgin Shows the Three Children HELL

At Portugal 100 years ago, Our Lady of Fatima chose to appear to three poor children to give Her messages to them to avoid the wrath of Heaven for man’s numerous sins. Our Lady showed them the fire of Hell. She exposes the children to a vision of the suffering in Hell, in order to move them to try and stop more souls from falling into Hell. She wants them to suffer greatly here below, in order to stop souls having to suffer even more greatly in Hell below! Do we have the courage to tell that to our ten, eight and seven year olds? Or have we desensitized ourselves to the bitterness and pain of Hell, by our sugary and painless version of the Faith today? Today, to speak of Hell is almost tabboo—not just in Liberal circles, but also in Conservative circles. We could almost rephrase the saying: “Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil” into “Speak not of Hell, Listen not about Hell, Think not of Hell” and perhaps with some luck, Hell will just go away and leave us alone! “Let sleeping dogs lie” and so “Let the devil lie” ! Well, actually, the devil will lie, but not in the way we think! He won’t lie down, but he will tell lie upon lie to drag our souls into Hell. Some of those lies are: There is no Hell! There is no devil! There is no sin! Just believe in Jesus and you are saved! All souls go to Heaven, no matter what! Our Lady burst that bubble of lies at Fatima. Yes, there is a Hell. Yes, there is a Purgatory. Yes, most souls go to Hell. Yes, the good, sweet, loving God does punish little girls in Purgatory and keeps them there until the end of world. Yes, God does demand a lot of suffering from us in this world, even from little children, if we and they want to avoid Hell for ourselves and those around us. This R-rated apparition was not shown to adults, but to little children, aged ten, eight and seven. What is our version of the Faith like? Is it full of realism, like Our Lady’s version? Or is it sugary, honeyed, candied, fun-loving cartoon version of the Faith! “Be not deceived, God is not mocked!” (Galatians 6:7). “Unless you shall do penance, you shall all likewise perish!” (Luke 13:3). Those who end up in Hell, find that there is no sugar, honey, candy or popcorn down there! Isn’t that the message Our Lady tried to communicate, before we twisted, watered-down and sugared her version of the story? Let us not be afraid of Hell. Let us not be afraid to suffer much to avoid Hell. Let us not be afraid to tell our children, family, relatives and friends about Hell. For Our Lady was not afraid to come from Heaven to tell us these things!
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HOW A YOUNG CHILD WAS CONDEMNED TO HELL
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Let us not doubt that baptized babies who die in their infant years will enter into the heavenly Kingdom. We should not, however, believe that all those infants who have begun to speak will enter the Kingdom of Heaven. For the entrance to the Kingdom of Heaven will be closed to many babies because of their parents’ bad rearing. In this city, there lives a certain man who is known to all; three years ago, this man had a son who, if I recall, would then have been about five years old, for whom he had such human love that he did not even try to discipline him. For this reason, the boy, when someone prevented him from getting his way, used to blaspheme the magnificence of God – and let me emphasize that this is something dangerous. When, three years ago, a deadly plague fell upon the region where he lived, this young boy succumbed to it and was near death. As eyewitnesses recounted, while the father took the child into his arms, the boy himself saw evil spirits coming for him. The boy began to tremble, to blink his eyes in fear, and to cry out in despair to his father: “Father, save me, protect me.” Simultaneously, as he cried, he turned his face towards his father’s chest, as though wanting to be hidden. When the father saw his son trembling, in agony he asked him what he had seen. The son answered: “Black creatures came to me and wanted to take me away with them.” No sooner had he finished this phrase, than he immediately blasphemed the name of the Divine Magnificence and, with this blasphemy, expired. Thus, God, the All-Powerful, in order to show by what sin the boy was given over to these evil servants, allowed him to die with this sin which his father, while the boy was alive, did nothing to prevent. And this boy whom God allowed, by His mercy, to live as a blasphemer, by His righteous judgment was also permitted to blaspheme at his death, so that his careless father might know well his sin. For this father, being indifferent to the soul of his young son, reared for the Gehenna of fire not an insignificant sinner, but a great sinner.’ 
(Pope St. Gregory the Great)
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St. Bosco Witnesses the Children In His Care Being Condemned to HELL

“Where are we? What is this?” I asked my guide.
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“Read the inscription on that portal and you will know.”
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I looked up and read these words: “The place of no reprieve.” I realized that we were at the gates of Hell. The guide led me all around this horrible place. At regular distance bronze portals like the first overlooked precipitous descents; on each was an inscription, such as: “Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, which was prepared for the devil and his angels.” (Matthew 25: 41) “Every tree that yielded not good fruit, shall be cut down, and shall be cast into the the fire.” (Matthew 7: 19) I tried to copy them into my notebook, but my guide restrained me: “There is no need. You have them all in Holy Scripture. You even have some of them inscribed in your porticoes.”
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At such a sight I wanted to turn back and return to the Oratory. As a matter of fact, I did start back, but my guide ignored my attempt. After trudging through a steep, never-ending ravine, we again came to the foot of the precipice facing the first portal. Suddenly the guide turned to me. Upset and startled, he motioned to me to step aside. “Look!” he said. I looked up in terror and saw in the distance someone racing down the path at an uncontrollable speed. I kept my eyes on him, trying to identify him, and as he got closer, I recognized him as one of my boys. His disheveled hair was partly standing upright on his head and partly tossed back by the wind. His arms were outstretched as though he were thrashing the water in an attempt to stay afloat. He wanted to stop, but could not. Tripping on the protruding stones, he kept falling even faster. “Let’s help him, let’s stop him,” I shouted, holding out my hands in a vain effort to restrain him.
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“Leave him alone,” the guide replied.
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“Why?”
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“Don’t you know how terrible God’s vengeance is? Do you think you can restrain one who is fleeing from His just wrath?”
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Meanwhile the youth had turned his fiery gaze backward in an attempt to see if God’s wrath were still pursuing him. The next moment he fell tumbling to the bottom of the ravine and crashed against the bronze portal as though he could find no better refuge in his flight.
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“Why was he looking backward in terror?” I asked.
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“Because God’s wrath will pierce Hell’s gates to reach and torment him even in the midst of fire!”
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As the boy crashed into the portal, it sprang open with a roar, and instantly a thousand inner portals opened with a deafening clamor as if struck by a body that had been propelled by an invisible, most violent, irresistible gale. As these bronze doors — one behind the other, though at a considerable distance from each other — remained momentarily open, I saw far into the distance something like furnace jaws sprouting fiery balls the moment the youth hurtled into it. As swiftly as they had opened, the portals then clanged shut again. For a third time I tried to jot down the name of that unfortunate lad, but the guide again restrained me. “Wait,” he ordered.
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“Watch!”
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Three other boys of ours, screaming in terror and with arms outstretched, were rolling down one behind the other like massive rocks, I recognized them as they too crashed against the portal. In that split second, it sprang open and so did the other thousand. The three lads were sucked into that endless corridor amid a long-drawn, fading, infernal echo, and then the portals clanged shut again. At intervals, many other lads came tumbling down after them. I saw one unlucky boy being pushed down the slope by an evil companion. Others fell singly or with others, arm in arm or side by side. Each of them bore the name of his sin on his forehead. I kept calling to them as they hurtled down, but they did not hear me. Again the portals would open thunderously and slam shut with a rumble. Then, dead silence!
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“Bad companions, bad books, and bad habits,” my guide exclaimed, “are mainly responsible for so many eternally lost.”
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The traps I had seen earlier were indeed dragging the boys to ruin. Seeing so many going to perdition, I cried out disconsolately, “If so many of our boys end up this way, we are working in vain. How can we prevent such tragedies?”
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“This is their present state,” my guide replied, “and that is where they would go if they were to die now.”
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“Then let me jot down their names so that I may warn them and put them back on the path to Heaven.”
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“Do you really believe that some of them would reform if you were to warn them? Then and there your warning might impress them, but soon they will forget it, saying, ‘It was just a dream,’ and they will do worse than before. Others, realizing they have been unmasked, receive the sacraments, but this will be neither spontaneous nor meritorious; others will go to confession because of a momentary fear of Hell but will still be attached to sin.”
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“Then is there no way to save these unfortunate lads? Please, tell me what I can do for them.”
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“They have superiors; let them obey them. They have rules; let them observe them. They have the sacraments; let them receive them.”Just then a new group of boys came hurtling down and the portals momentarily opened. “Let’s go in,” the guide said to me.

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