Believing in hell

There are days I want to believe in a hotter hell for those who perform such cowardly acts as killing school children in Pakistan.

No matter what my theology may finally find to be true, today there is weeping.

A voice is heard in Ramah,
    lamentation and bitter weeping.
Rachel is weeping for her children;
    she refuses to be comforted for her children,
    because they are no more. (Jer. 31:15)