Lewis encourages his cancer-stricken and temporarily depressed wife that uncertainty rather than hopelessness is our cross.
C. S. Lewis
They did nothing wrong their time here has ended.
It's not a question of God 'sending' us to Hell. In each of us there is something growing up which will of itself be Hell unless it is nipped in the bud.
Be not deceived, Wormwood, our cause is never more in jeopardy than when a human, no longer desiring but still intending to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe in which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.
Infinite hopes—and fears—may both be yours. Be sure that, whatever else you get, you will not get justice. Are the gods not just? Oh no, child. What would become of us if they were? But.
Why love if losing hurts so much We love to know that we are not alone.