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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...
...Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father,
that
thou wouldst send him to my father's house:
that
he may testify unto them,
lest
they also come into this place of torment."
(Luke
16:23-28)
Dear soul,
I
beg you to hear the cry of the rich man
pleading
for his brothers,
knowing
his time on earth is over.
Imagine
receiving a letter like this,
written
by a young man to his God fearing mother.
He
died and went to Hell.
Dear
soul, let it not be said of you.

A Letter From Hell:
(Taken from a sermon written by Steve Irre)
Dear mom,
I'm writing to you from a most horrible place
that
I have ever seen or heard.
More
horrible than you could ever imagine.
It
is black here...
so
dark I cannot see all the people
I
am constantly bumping into.
I
only know they're people like myself
by
the blood curdling screams that I hear.
My
voice is gone from my own screaming
as
I arrive in pain and suffering.
I
cannot even cry for help anymore,
and
it's no use anyway.
There's
no one here that has any compassion
at
all for my plight.
The
pain and suffering
from
this place is absolutely unbearable.
It
so consumes my every thought.
I
would not know if there was 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, dear Mother.
I
feel like a madman.
I cannot think clearly under this load of confusion.
I fear I'm losing my mind.
Mom,
the fear is just as bad as the pain.
Maybe
even worse.
I
cannot see how my predicament
could
be any worse than it is
but
I have a constant fear
that
it might be so at any moment.
My mouth is parched,
and
will only become more so.
It
is so dry,
that
my tongue clings to the roof of my mouth.
I
remember that old preacher
in
that church saying
what
Jesus Christ endured on that old rugged cross.
There's
no relief, Mom.
Not
so much as a single drop of water
to
cool my tongue.
To
add even more misery to this place of torment,
I
know that I deserve to be here.
I'm
being punished justly for my deeds.
The
punishment,
the
pain and the suffering
is
no worse than I justly deserve,
but
admitting that now will never ease the anguish
that
burns eternally from 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.
As
much as I know it an unspeakable wickedness
to
think such a thing,
I
hate the very God
that
sent His own Son to die for me,
that
I may not come to this place of torment.
I
could never blame the Christ of Calvary
that
suffered, bled, and died for me.
I
hate Him anyway.
I
cannot even control my feelings
when
I know they're wicked, wretched and vile.
I
am more wicked and vile now
than
I ever was in my earthly existence.
Oh Mother,
if
only I had listened!
any
earthly torment would be better than this.
To
die a slow agonizing death from cancer,
to
jump out off the 40th floor of a burning building,
like
those who died on September 11th,
but
to choose those over my present fate,
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 He died to pay for my sins,
but
His suffering was not eternal.
In
three days,
He
arose in victory over the grave.
Oh,
I so do believe!,
but
alas it is too late.
As the old invitation song states,
I
remember hearing so many times.
You
came, but you came one day too late."
We
are all believers in this terrible place,
but
our faith amounts to nothing.
Its
too late.
The
door is shut.
The
tree has fallen,
and
here it shall 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 from the book of Revelations.
"...And
the smoke of their torment ascended
up
forever and ever."
They
had no rest day or night,
those
who worshipped the beast in his image.
There
is no peace,
no
peace saith my God to the wicked.
For
the wicked
are
like the troubled sea when it cannot rest.
Whose
waters cast mire and dirt...
there's
no peace to the wicked.
The
worst thing about this place, Mom,
are
my memories.
I
remember the church services,
the
invitations...
I
thought they were so corny,
so
stupid and useless.
I
used to sit in the back and hide my face
while
I laughed at that old country preacher.
I
thought he was a fool.
I
see things different now Mom.
Now
that I had a change of heart,
it
matters nothing at this point.
I
have lived like a fool.
Dear soul,
Im
talking to someone tonight.
I
dont know who you are,
but
this boy here says I lived like a fool.
I
pretended like a fool.
I
played church like a fool.
I
died like a fool God,
and
now I have to suffer
the
anguish of a fool forever.
All
by myself.
Just to stroll through a green meadow,
smell
the beautiful flowers,
stopping
to take in the fragrance
of
their sweet perfume.
Theres
no flowers in Hell, mom.
I long to see one of those little innocent babies
that
just used to aggravate me,
now
Id love to see their cherub -like faces,
but
theres no babies in Hell, Mom.
Mom, theres no Bibles in Hell,
theres
no Bibles in Hell, mama.
The
only scriptures inside these charred walls
are
those that ring in my ears hour after hour,
and
moment after miserable moment
that
I remember being preached,
as
that old preacher hammered the pulpit,
and
preached under the inspiration of the Holy Ghost.
Oh, Mom,
they
offer me those verses no comfort at all.
They
only serve to remind me
of
what a fool I have been.
Mom,
if it wasnt for the futility of them all,
that
you might rejoice to know
that
there is a never ending prayer meeting
here
in Hell.
No matter.
Theres
no Holy Spirit to intercede on our behalf.
The
prayers are just empty and 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 oldest.
I
thought I had to be tough.
Please
tell them theres no tough guys in Hell, mama.
Nobodys
cool in Hell.
As
terrible as this place is, mom,
I
see its my final destination.
Satan
laughs at us all here,
and
his multitudes join us continually in his misery.
Were constantly reminded
that
one day in the future,
well
all be summoned up one by one
to
stand face by face by the God
that
we have offended by our unholiness,
by
our wickedness,
by
our thoughts and deeds, and attitude.
And
as we stand before Him,
well
be judged by our own wicked works.
By
those things written in the books,
and
then thrown into the lake of fire.
Saying
Amen to our own condemnation,
just
before were cast into the lake of fire.
We will have to look on the face of Him,
who
willingly suffered the torments of Hell,
that
we might be delivered from them.
The
Lamb of God,
that
came to take away the sin of the world.
As
we stand there in His holy presence
to
hear the pronouncement of our own damnation,
Youll
be there mother, to see it all.
Please
forgive me
for
hanging my head in shame,
as
I know that I will not be able
to
bear to look upon your face.
You
will already be conformed
into
the image of the Savior,
and
I know it will be more than I can stand.
Id love to leave this place,
enjoying
you and so many others
I
have known on earth.
But
I know that will never be possible,
since
I know I can never escape
the
punishments of Hell
that
I rightly deserve.
I
say this 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,
Condemned and lost forever.
Dear
friend,
This
doesn't need to be your fate.
The
greatest agony of Hell is not the lake of fire,
but
rather the absence of God's presence,
and
the vivid memory memory
of
every opportunity lost,
to
receive God's gift of eternal life.
The Lord is not willing that any should perish.
He
has provided a way for all who will believe
and
trust Him as their Lord and Savior,
He
willingly gave His life,
so
that you might live.
However
you have a choice,
whether
or not to accept His gift
that
He is offering to you tonight.
Right
now, wherever you are,
you can bow your head
and commit your life to Christ.
You can begin a relationship with Him
by praying a prayer such as the following:
"Oh God, I am sinner.
I am sorry for my sins.
Please forgive me.
I want to turn from my sin.
I receive Jesus Christ as my Savior;
I confess Him as my Lord.
From now on, I want to follow Him.
In Jesus' name, Amen."
If
you have decided to trust Jesus Christ as your Savior
after
reading this letter, please let us know.
(Your
first name is sufficient)
Welcome
to the family of God!
We
encourage you to find a local church
where
you feel comfortable,
as
you begin your new relationship with Christ.
The
Scriptures will encourage you,
as
you begin a new relationship with Him.
I
encourage you to pray to God often,
talk
to Him as you would a dearest friend.
There
are many websites offering free Bibles and literature
We
are excited for your decision for Christ!
and
look forward to meeting you in Eternity.

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