Hell
Bound and a Miracle
Amy and Randy
had been married for a little over fifteen years. They had two wonderful
daughters who loved the Lord and served Him faithfully. Every night without
failure, they prayed for their father who refused to believe that God truly existed.
Amy had become a believer about six years ago along with both her daughters.
Shortly after, Randy developed a habit of going to a local bar with his
co-workers daily after they clocked out for the day. Amy never complained, but
at times, and in a loving way she voiced her concern. “Randy honey” she would
start by first saying before she continued. “I wish you would come home from
work; I’m always worried about you while you’re at that bar. You know that on
most days, you make me pray for you twice as much” He always told her that it’s
a friendly crowd playing pool and knocking down a few beers. Randy was not one
to stay out late or come home inebriated. The smell of beer in his breath told
a different story, but Amy always ignored it just to keep the peace. Amy loved
her husband with all her heart; he had been her only love and High School
sweetheart. His daughters adored him; he was a good father and an honest
provider. Randy always made sure that on Sundays he left early to go fishing
before Amy and the girls had a chance to invite him to church. At times he would
feel guilty, but in his mind all this talk about heaven and hell, was not something
he believed.
One Friday
after work Randy stayed a little later than usual, shooting pool with his
crowd. Stone was a man that most who knew him said his name fit the condition
of his heart. Stone normally showed up at the bar, long after Randy and his colleagues
were gone. Randy knew Stone from back in their school days and being of equal
stature and popularity, neither ever sort trouble with the other. Stone entered
the bar and immediately walked up to the pool table, placed two quarters and
called next. Randy was about to make his next ball, stopped, look Stone in the
eye and said, “You’ll have to wait your turn” Stone ignored him, walked to the
bar and ordered a rum and coke. Stone was a hard liquor kind of guy, and folks
said he was more obnoxious with every drink. Three people had asked to play and
already had their money on the pool table, long before Stone had walked in. When
the game was over Randy racked up the balls and as the winner, prepared to
break to start a new game. Stone walked over with his drink in hand and grabbed
a pool stick. Randy turned to face him and said, “its Bill’s turn; you’ll wait yours like
everyone else” Bill was a tall but timid sort of man and did not like
confrontations. Bill stood there unsure of what to do or say, waiting for an
outcome to the dilemma. Stone stood between the two men looking at Randy with
evil in his eyes. Randy did not look away or back down. He knew that if anyone
there could take Stone down, it was him. Stone also knew that over the years,
even since their school days that Randy was tough, and his all state wrestling
record was proof of that. After a short but heated argument, something in Stone
just snapped. Bill was approaching the table and Stone took it as aggression. Bringing
his elbow up and swinging it back hard, he caught Bill in the chest sending him
to the ground. Randy was holding his pool stick with both hands as he stepped
forward to close the space between him and Stone, but showing no intentions of
hitting the man. Randy held the stick facing down in a non-defensive posture
and did not anticipate Stone’s next action. Stone stepped forward dropping his
drink, raised the pool stick with both hands, swinging and connected with Randy’s
forehead. Randy fell back like a stiff board, no bending of the knees or limps
in his body. Randy felt when his head met the concrete; doing a double bounce
and coming to rest in a pool of blood, his blood, and then all went black. In
the twinkle of an eye, Randy woke up in hell and knew that by the intense heat
and the screams. It was darkness but yet Randy could see the sea of people
around him screaming for help. Red everywhere, red rocks, red flesh and even
the voices looked red to Randy. Covering his ears did no good; it just made the
sound more horrific. Randy was not a man prone to fear, but at the moment; he
was more terrified then a child who realized his parents have left them in a
dark and lonely place. A large man with a sword at his side appeared standing
next to him; seeming to be neither afraid nor surprised by the scene before
them. “What is this place, and where are we” Randy asked the man. The large man
replied, “Well, if I have to answer that question, then clearly God is not only
wasting His time, but so would I” the large man’s voice was like the soft sound
of thunder that one hears in the distance. “I don’t understand” Randy replied. “Then we
will be here for a long time, or you spend eternity here and figure it out on
your own, because I know a better place to do eternity. See Randy, said the Angel
and paused; most people here are just like you”
“How so” Asked Randy, still shaking like if he was naked standing
in the Antarctic.
“First let me say that lots of people here were good people”
Randy couldn’t help but interrupt and asked, “then why are they here”
“So you are saying
that you know where you’re at” answered the Angel with a question of his own.
“Hell” Randy replied instantly and sounding more sure of his
answer then ever in his life.
“I was told that you
did not believe hell was real or that it exists” said the Angel looking down at
him.
“I guess I have come to find out and believe a little too
late” Randy replied with a lot of remorse in his voice. To Randy it seemed like
an eternity standing there.
“And it’s only been three days that we have been here” the
Angel stated.
“How do you know what I was thinking, are you a mind reader” Randy asked looking at the big man who stood
relaxed with his arms crossed over his burly chest. The Angel replied, “I do
not know what you are ever thinking, and no I also do not read minds, but God
certainly does”
“I know why I am here” said Randy and then asked, “but why
are you here”
“Well you see Randy, if it wasn’t for me standing here,
those ugly, evil, pathetic and grotesque little weak demons; would already have
tortured you and put you down there with all the others. Now to answer your
question when you interrupted me, some of the people here also did not believed
in hell. Others believed and did not care about their eternal soul. Then there
are some who played church, they went but they lived their life on the fence,
never really making a commitment to honor God. I also want you to know that
here in this place; as it is in heaven, time is of no value. Meaning that here
there are no Mondays or Fridays, there is no noon time breaks, what you see is
how it is through eternity. You my friend are one of the lucky ones, and I only
use that word, so that you can understand, because my Master does not do luck.
God has chosen to send you back only because Amy and your two precious young daughters
have been by your bedside day and night, praying for you and your soul. Now
last but not least, and then we will leave this hell hole, heaven is as real,
but that you will have to take my word and believe me by your own faith.
Randy opened
his eyes to a bright florescent light and immediately knew his was in a
hospital. He couldn’t move his head so he rolled his eyes to his right and saw
his wife with her head on her forearms resting on the bed. He could hear her
praying. Rolling his eyes full left, were his daughters, the oldest was clearly
praying and the other was singing and to him it was the voice of an angel. Out
of his peripheral his saw a bright figure standing in the corner of the room
and quickly rolls his eyes to see the burly chest Angel looking at him.
“This is your second and final chance; I would not squander,
but make the best of it. Jesus was your advocate, so honor Him by serving Him,
and as for me duty calls” With that the angel was gone.
One week
later all the tubes were removed and Randy could speak again. Amy walked in the room and hearing him speak
to the nurse was like music to her ears. She moved over to the side of his bed,
leaned down and kissed his cheek and then said, I’m so happy you decided to
come back to earth. Randy looked her in the eyes with tears and a frog in his
throat and replied; hell will never see me again and sign me up for Sunday school, because
I’m going to become a fisher of men.
9 Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites,
10 nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God. 11 And
such were some of you. But you were washed, but you were sanctified,
but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit
of our God.
1 Corinthians 6
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