J R Tolkien A Lost Sinner In Hell

I would just like to deal a little bit about the life of J R Tolkien, author of Lord of the Rings. Alot of people say Tolkien was saved and the Lord of the Rings was a good Christian book.

I am going to just give a little bit of his life and show how he was a lost man, who ended up in hell.

Born John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, on January 3rd 1892. He was raised Catholic by his mother, after his father died. His grandparents were Protestant and against them being Catholic. His mother died when he was 12 years old. He continued in the Catholic faith till his dying day. Some of his favorite readings were fantasies by George Macdonald, an Irish man from the late 1800's. He went to college at Oxford, and studied classics and English language.

He was close friends with C. S. Lewis another lost man in hell. And some of their favorite times together were sitting in a pub discussing literature over a glass of beer, and smoking cigars.

The book Lord of the Rings is an epic fantasy novel. Here is an overview of the book Lord of the Rings. The title of the book refers to the story's main antagonist, the Dark Lord Sauron, who had in an earlier age created the One Ring to rule the other Rings of Power, as the ultimate weapon in his campaign to conquer and rule all of Middle-earth. From quiet beginnings in the Shire, a hobbit land not unlike the English countryside, the story ranges across Middle-earth following the course of the War of the Ring through the eyes of its characters, most notably the hobbits, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee (Sam), Meriadoc Brandybuck (Merry) and Peregrin Took (Pippin), but also the hobbits' chief helpers: Aragorn, a ranger, and Gandalf, a wizard. As you can tell he has a wizard who is on the good side throughout the whole book.

Tolkien's devout faith was a significant factor in the conversion of C. S. Lewis from atheism to Christianity, although Tolkien was dismayed that Lewis chose to join the Church of England.^[90]

In the last years of his life, Tolkien became greatly disappointed by the reforms and changes implemented after the Second Vatican Council,^[91] as his grandson Simon Tolkien recalls:

I vividly remember going to church with him in Bournemouth. He was a devout Roman Catholic and it was soon after the Church had changed the liturgy from Latin to English. My grandfather obviously didn't agree with this and made all the responses very loudly in Latin while the rest of the congregation answered in English. I found the whole experience quite excruciating, but my grandfather was oblivious. He simply had to do what he believed to be right.

Here are some quotes by and about Tolkien.

The inspiration for the great fantasy novels of J.R.R. Tolkien cannot be separated from his profoundly Catholic approach to life:

Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament ... There you will find romance, glory, honour, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth ... which every man's heart desire

Although it is not my joy to say this. He was a devout Roman Catholic, who died and went to hell, at the age of 81 on September 2 1973.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it.

Street Preaching At The Indy 500.

I am sorry I have not kept up on my blog but I have been very busy. I would just like to give some of the facts of our past week street preaching. On Friday myself, my dad, sister and two friends went preaching at a Z Z Top concert at the speedway. We had some good conversations and overall it went nice. We had a lesbian come up (who of course was a christian) and started to tell us that we were doing it all wrong and she was a Christian homo. We started talking to her about 1 Cor. 6:9-11, and Romans 1. Where it states that NO HOMO will make it in to HEAVEN, and that they are reprobate. She proceeded to get mad and tried to swipe the sign from my dad. She then walked back across the street but on the way almost got run over by a motorcycle.
On Saturday we went out to the Parade, a very good time of street preaching. We had a J.W who said he was saved and either going to heaven or the ground, because there was no hell (J.W doctrine). We told him that there was a hell and showed him Luke 16:23, Rev. 20:10-15. He still said there was no hell but got off onto another subject. We brought up that Jesus was God. He denied it even after we took him to Zechariah 12:10 and John 19:37. He finally got mad and walked off. I was able to talk to one of the Clowns For Christ (No Greater Love Ministries) about salvation, God hating people, and them looking foolish in their costumes. He told me he ho[ed he would get to heaven, God did not hate anyone even after being showed Psalms 5:5.
That night myself,my brother, my dad and 9 other friends went street preaching at Georgetown. This the night before the Indy where everyone is getting drunk or doing some other form of wickedness. This is so vile and wicked no women or children are allowed, and all officers walk around in sets of 5. We were out from 7:00-11:00. While there we had several drunks try and attack us at several different times. Once a drunk Catholic kid started physically attacking us saying he had been raised in a christian home was spanked as a child and so on. We proceeded to keep him off and he went on down the road. We also had a police officer pull up in his car and tell us we needed a permit. My father dealt with him and told him we did not need one, he then continued to read off the statutes to the officer. The officer kept walking towards him and when he got real close to him told him to back up which my father did. The officer did not like how far he had stepped back and pulled out his cuffs and cuffed him. He then told all of us to back off, which we did about two-three feet. He then walked up to my brother and myself who had backed up and put his hand on our shoulder and pushed us over more stating that we had not backed off enough. After that a better trained officer pulled up got out and started talking to the other officer when he realized he had done wrong, he told my dad if he would calm down and cool off he would take the cuffs off. Which he did, and then left. Later that night we had an older drunken Catholic attack us again getting very violent shoving and spitting on all of us. When we called the police he took off and we didn't see him he rest of the evening.
Sunday we went out to the actual race. There were several good conversations. We had quite a few people get mad and some tried getting violent but nothing serious happened.
We hope God worked in peoples lives and that some will get converted before they die.
That is all for now, thanks for reading. Next time I will try and get a post up sooner than last time.