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A Letter From Hell
"And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments,
and seeth 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
Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father,
that thou wouldst send him to my father's house:
For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them,
lest they also come into this place of torment."
~ Luke 16: 27-28
Hear the cry of the rich man pleading for his brethren,
knowing that for himself it is eternally too late.
How he longs that he may dip the tip of his finger in water,
and cool his tongue
but even that simplest longing will be denied.
On the earth, the rich man was clothed in purple
and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day,
yet all the wealth he had in his lifetime
could not buy him eternal security for his soul.
The souls of the lost will remember with remorse
the opportunities they had to accept Jesus as their Savior.
They will look back with regret and deep sorrow in their hearts.
Oh, to be handed a gospel tract,
for someone to care for their soul!
But now, there is a great gulf fixed
that neither can pass to the other side.
Tonight, while reading this letter,
someone's mother, father, sister, brother or dearest friend
will slip into eternity only to meet their decision in hell.
Death for the unbeliever
is just the beginning of unimaginable agony
that shall afflict body, mind and soul.
Unprepared are they to meet God!
Imagine receiving a letter like this from one of your loved ones.
Written by a young man to his God fearing mother.
He died and went to Hell...
Let it not be said of you!
A Letter From Hell
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,
maybe even worse.
I dont 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 thats 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 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.
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 winters 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.
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.
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 dont ever join me here.
In eternal Anguish,
Your Son / Daughter,
Condemned and Lost Forever
This doesn't have to be your fate.
The very fact that you're reading this says
there's time to accept the Lord Jesus as your Savior.
Yet, if you don't believe in the Lord you're going to hell.
There's no pleasant way to say it.
The Scripture says,
"For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God. "
~ Romans 3:23
"That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus,
and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead,
thou shalt be saved."
~ Romans 10:9
Don't fall asleep without Jesus
until you are assured of a place in heaven.
Tonight, if you would like to receive the gift of eternal life,
first you must believe in the Lord.
You have to ask for your sins to be forgiven
and put your trust in the Lord.
To be a believer in the Lord, ask for eternal life.
There's only one way to heaven and that's through the Lord Jesus.
That's God's wonderful plan of salvation.
You can begin a personal relationship with Him
by praying from your heart a prayer such as the following:
"Oh God, I'm a sinner.
I've been a sinner all of my life.
Forgive me, Lord.
I receive Jesus as my Savior.
I trust Him as my Lord.
Thank you for saving me.
In Jesus' name, Amen."
If you have received the Lord Jesus as your personal Savior
after reading this invitation, please let us know.
We will love to hear from you. Your first name is sufficient.
"Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved"
~ Acts 2:21b
God's Simple Plan of Salvation in various languages:
Welcome to the family of God!
We are excited about your decision to accept the Lord Jesus as your Savior,
and would like to encourage you to find a church that you could be a part of
to help you grow in your new walk with Him.
Also, we encourage you to develop a personal relationship with the Lord
by reading the Scriptures and praying to Him often.
Talk to Him as you would talk to a dearest friend.
He desires that closeness and intimacy with you!
"He shall feed his flock like a shepherd:
he shall gather the lambs with his arm,
and carry them in his bosom,
and gently lead those that are with young."
~ Isaiah 40:11
Scriptural References for your personal study on this topic:
Isaiah 14:9a, 57:20-21, Matthew 8:12, 13:41-42, Mark 9:48, Luke 16:19-28,
John 3:16-17, Acts 2:21, Romans 3:23, 10:9, 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18,
2 Thessalonians 1:8-9, Revelation 14:11, 20:10-15, 21:8
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