Today I want to approach a very gripping subject. Actually, it’s a subject that I’m not sure that I have ever written about, and hope that I never feel the need to write again after last night, but who knows.   In all honesty, I’m not even sure how to begin.  So I will jump right in…forgive me for not giving an opening story to set the tone.  I don’t know how to do that today.

As recent as last night I went to a drama that portrayed the fight between God and evil.  I admit I was personally a little apprehensive about going, but I didn’t know the whole story line. I can be extremely sensitive to things of this nature – I always have been.   Because my friends are aware of my little nuances …. as I was walking in, my friend looked over at the stage already set, and leaned down and said…”you’re going to see hell tonight”.   And in a manner of a half hearted joke….I said….”this will be the only time, because I’m not planning on going”.   I wasn’t really joking.   I felt the sincerity and weight of my own words.

As the night progressed, so did the intensity of the drama and the war on humans by evil forces.  I’m finding it hard to put it all into words. There were testimonies of people whose lives had been deceived by the lies of the enemy, and they found themselves in the throes of an eternal hell.   There was fire.  There was smoke.  There was screaming.  There was deception.  There was a very real sense of evil. As I checked my Fitbit on my arm, my heart rate was at 104.

At one point I wanted to run out of the door.   Not because I don’t believe I am saved, or because I don’t know Christ as my Savior, because I do….but I couldn’t stand the screams of the people.  I couldn’t stand the sound of the voice of satan.   It felt like pure evil.  I wanted to be as far away from that moment as possible.  The main reason I wanted to leave was because I knew the actors on stage were just acting, playing parts, and that the music had intentionally been amplified to make the drama appear real.  There was that sense…that it was real.   It was eery, it was unnerving, and deep down you felt it…it was real.

There was literally a moment when, like a child, I looked down at my lap, and I put my fingers in my ears to keep from hearing the sounds of hell.  I was a little embarrassed, but not nearly as embarrassed as I was frightened.  It was too much – it was all too much.  Hell was too much.   And it was too long – it all lasted too long.  Hell lasted too long.  I couldn’t feel the presence of the Lord for a brief moment.  It was horrible.  For some people, that scene will be a reality, forever.   Those stories of people who were deceived …those stories will be real stories.   The heat and smoke….that will be felt by some.  I could go on, but for your sake, I will stop.

It was all too much.  And so it is with hell.   It will be too much.  Too much of all that you were never originally designed to experience.  You were not designed for hell.  You were not made to live in that torment.   You were not made to hear those sounds.   You were not made to feel that heat.  You were not made to be with evil, in that way.  Hell was not designed for you.

So today, if there is the smallest reservation in your mind of whether there is a heaven or hell… I ask you to ere on the side of caution.  If you’re not sure whether you believe the story or not, please heed the notion that there is a Savior who loves you and designed you in His image so that you don’t have to worry about the throes of hell in the hereafter. I ask you to whisper a prayer to the One who is victorious over all that is evil. Jesus.  Tell Him that you know you have sinned in your lifetime, and that you want Him to be Lord of your life.  Tell Him that you don’t want to spend eternity in hell.

And after you have prayed this prayer….do your family, friends and neighbors a favor.   Pray for them to never have to experience hell either.  It’s hell…it’s not made for you…don’t make plans to go.