"A LETTER DETAILING THE HORRORS OF HELL"

 

"And in hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torment,

and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.

And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me,

and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water,

and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.

~ Luke 16:23-24

 

 

"A Letter From Hell"

 

Dear Mom,

I am writing to you from the most horrible place that I have ever seen,

and more horrible than you could ever imagine.

It is BLACK here,

so DARK that I cannot even see all the souls

I am constantly bumping into.

I only know they are people like myself

from the blood curdling SCREAMS.

My voice is gone from my own screaming

as I writhe in pain and suffering.

I cannot even cry for help anymore,

and it is no use anyway,

there is no one here that has any compassion

at all for my plight.

The PAIN and suffering

in this place is absolutely unbearable.

It so consumes my every thought,

I could not know if there were any other sensation to come upon me.

The pain is so severe, it never stops day or night.

The turning of days does not appear because of the darkness.

What may be nothing more than minutes

or even seconds seems like many endless years.

The thought of this suffering continuing without end

is more than I can bear.

My mind is spinning more and more with each passing moment.

I feel like a madman,

I cannot even think clearly under this load of confusion.

I fear I am losing my mind.

The FEAR is just as bad as the pain,

May be even worse.

I don’t see how my predicament could be any worse than this,

but I am in constant fear that it MIGHT be at any moment.

My mouth is parched,

and will only become more so.

It is so dry that my tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth.

I recall that old preacher saying that’s what Jesus Christ endured

as he hung on that old rugged cross.

There is no relief,

not so much as a single drop of water

to cool my swollen tongue.

To add even more misery to this place of torment,

I know that I deserve to be here.

I am being punished justly for my deeds.

The punishment, the pain, the suffering

is no worse than I justly deserve,

but admitting that now will never ease the anguish

that burns eternally in my wretched soul.

I hate myself for committing the sins to earn such a horrible fate,

I hate the devil that deceived me so that I would end up in this place.

And as much as I know it is an unspeakable wickedness

to think such a thing,

I hate the very God that sent his only begotten Son

to spare me this torment.

I can never blame the Christ that suffered

and bled and died for me,

but I hate him anyway.

I cannot even control my feelings

that I know to be wicked, wretched and vile.

I am more wicked and vile now

than I ever was in my earthly existence.

Oh, If only I had listened.

Any earthly torment would be far better than this.

To die a slow agonizing death from Cancer;

To die in a burning building as the victims of the 9-11 terror attacks.

Even to be nailed to a cross

after being beaten unmercifully like the Son of God;

But to choose these over my present state I have no power.

I do not have that choice.

I now understand that this torment and suffering

is what Jesus Bore for me.

I believe that he suffered,

bled and died to pay for my sins,

but his suffering was not eternal.

After three days he arose in victory over the grave.

Oh, I do SO believe, but alas, it is too late.

As the old invitation song says that I remember hearing so many times,

I am “One Day Too Late”.

We are ALL believers in this terrible place,

but our faith amounts to NOTHING.

It is too late.

The door is shut.

The tree has fallen, and here shall it lay.

In HELL. Forever lost.

No Hope, No Comfort, No Peace, No Joy.

There will never be any end to my suffering.

I remember that old preacher as he would read

“And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever:

And they have no rest day nor night”

And that is perhaps the worst thing about this terrible place.

I REMEMBER.

I remember the church services.

I remember the invitations.

I always thought they were so corny, so stupid, so useless.

It seemed I was too “tough” for such things.

I see it all different now, Mom,

but my change of heart matters nothing at this point.

I have lived like a fool,

I pretended like a fool, I died like a fool,

and now I must suffer the torments and anguish of a fool.

Oh, Mom,

how I miss so very much the comforts of home.

Never again will I know your tender caress across my fevered brow.

No more warm breakfasts or home-cooked meals.

Never again will I feel the warmth of the fireplace

on a frosty winter’s night.

Now the fire engulfs not only this perishing body

wracked with pain beyond compare,

but the fire of the wrath of an Almighty God

consumes my very inner being with an anguish

that cannot be properly described in any mortal language.

I long to just stroll through a lush green meadow in the springtime

and view the beautiful flowers,

stopping to take in the fragrance of their sweet perfume.

Instead I am resigned to the burning smell of brimstone, sulphur,

and a heat so intense that all other senses simply fail me.

Oh, Mom,

as a teenager I always hated having to listen to the fussing

and whining of the little babies in church, and even at our house.

I thought they were such an inconvenience to me,

such an irritation.

How I long just to see for a brief moment one of those innocent little faces.

But there are no babies in Hell, Mom.

There are no Bibles in Hell, dearest mother.

The only scriptures inside the charred walls of the damned

are those that ring in my ears

hour after hour, moment after miserable moment.

They offer no comfort at all, though,

and only serve to remind me of what a fool I have been.

Were it not for the futility of them Mom,

you might otherwise rejoice to know

that there is a never ending prayer meeting here in Hell.

No matter,

there is no Holy Spirit to intercede on our behalf.

The prayers are so empty, so dead.

They amount to nothing more than cries for mercy

that we all know will never be answered.

Please warn my brothers Mom.

I was the eldest, and thought I had to be “cool”.

Please tell them that no one in Hell is cool.

Please warn all my friends, even my enemies,

lest they come also to this place of torment.

As terrible as this place is, Mom,

I see that it is not my final destination.

As Satan laughs at all of us here,

and as multitudes join us continually in this feast of misery,

we are constantly reminded that some day in the future,

we will all be summoned individually

to appear before The Judgment Throne of Almighty God.

God will show us our eternal fate written in the books

next to all of our wicked works.

We will have no defense,

no excuse, and nothing to say

except to confess the justice of our damnation

before the supreme judge of all the earth.

Just before being cast into our final destination of torment,

the Lake of Fire,

we will have to look upon the face of him

who willingly suffered the torments of hell

that we might be delivered from them.

As we stand there in his holy presence

to hear the pronouncement of our damnation,

you will be there Mom to see it all.

Please forgive me for hanging my head in shame,

as I know I will not be able to bear to look upon your face.

You will already be conformed into the image of the Saviour,

and I know it will be more than I can stand.

I would love to leave this place and join you and so many others

I have known for my few short years on earth.

But I know that will never be possible.

Since I know I can never escape the torments of the damned,

I say with tears, with a sorrow and deep despair

that can never be completely described,

I never want to see any of you again.

Please don’t ever join me here.

In eternal Anguish,

Johnny 

 Condemned and Lost Forever

"I NEVER KNEW YOU!!!!"

"I NEVER KNEW YOU!!!"

"Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven."

“Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord…”

Would you think that a rank sinner would say, “Lord, Lord”? Could you see a New Ager, a Mormon, a Satanist saying this? The fact it is said twice, is done to be emphatic. Christ would say from time to time, “Verily, verily, I say to you…” He repeated himself to make a point that He meant business. It would be like someone saying, “Look at me, look at me please.” The person would be compelled to look, wouldn’t he? So who are these people who say so emphatically, “Lord, Lord…”? I would like to present to you that they are “Christians”, or at least that’s what they were led to believe, anyway.

Let’s read on.



“…have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?”

See? These poor souls went through their lives doing “good deeds” for Christ. They prophesied, they cast out demons and they did many wonderful works all in the name of Christ.

Did it matter? What did Jesus respond with?

“…And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.”

Wow! Imagine being a “Christian”, going through your life, going to church, being the head chair stacker, ten or twelve Bibles in your home, gone to seminary, casting out demons all over the place, prophesying, doing, doing, doing…then you’re faced with this.

“Depart from Me, ye that work iniquity.”

The most amazing thing that I read here is further down.

“Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man…”

But weren’t those above doing good works for Christ? Here He says He will liken you who hear His sayings and do them to a wise man. So what’s going on here? First Jesus condemns those to hell who do good works in His name, then He commends those who hear His words and does them.

Am I missing something here?

I sat here looking at this passage for some time and then something popped out at me:

“I never knew you…”

What does the word ‘knew‘ mean?

Greek: Ginosko
to learn to know, come to know, get a knowledge of perceive, feel
to become known
to know, understand, perceive, have knowledge of
to understand
to know
Jewish idiom for sexual intercourse between a man and a woman
to become acquainted with, to know

Is it safe to say that we can relate Jesus knowing you as a man would know his wife? What would this entail? Every facet, every detail, every thing in her life, he would know intimately. Everything without one iota left out. Can you say this about Jesus? It’s a two way street you know. As a husband sets out to know his wife, so does the wife set out to know him. How is this accomplished? By researching through books, articles and watching videos? By doing online searches? By asking others about him? No. By actually spending time in his presence and soaking him up. She lingers in his presence, enjoying him, reveling in him, watching him, studying him, getting to know him. Do you do this with Jesus? Do you spend time with Him like this? Do you run to His side in the morning? Or do you run to a foreigner’s side? If Jesus came back right now, would he find you in the throws of passion with another? Spiritually speaking of course. Jesus is coming back for His bride, and if He comes back to a woman who has been in the sack with every Tom, Dick and Henry around, He will be quite safe in saying, “I never knew you…”

Think about it…your eternity’s at stake.