Hell

Discussion in 'Help From Above' started by silvergs72, Apr 23, 2003.

  1. silvergs72

    silvergs72 silvergs

    (Taken from Dr. Richard Eby's books: Jesus told me
    to... Tell Them I am Coming, written in 1977. And, Didnt
    You Read My Book? written in 1991.)
    Richard Eby and a few others are touring Lazarus's
    Tomb when all of a sudden, the lights go out...

    the ladies gave muffled screams and my heart skipped a
    beat. being two stories underground in pitch-black
    isolation was disturbing! i assumed a fuse had blown,
    and i heard myself reflexly reassure the women:"please
    pray and praise. it's just the fuse."

    then the miracle! i did not even have time to join
    them in a prayer. instead, i felt instantly alone in
    the total darkness. there was not a rustle or a sound
    of breathing from the ladies. they were gone as far as
    i could determine. i dropped to the ground and groped
    for the exit tunnel. i was alone! but only for an
    instant. suddenly, beside me stood a man! in my
    kneeling posture i sensed, then saw a person pressing
    against me on my right side. first, i saw toes
    protruding from the flowing robe; then as i panned
    upward, the golden sash, beautifully muscled arms,
    shoulder-length, light golden hair. the hands were
    hidden: one on my left shoulder, the other between the
    gown and the cold stone wall. to see his face, i
    looked upward; he was six feet tall or more, and
    looking downward into my face! portions of his beard
    and mustache were missing.(i was not surprised.) his
    hair was illuminated.

    i knew instantly that he was my lord. without a shadow
    of a doubt, i knew also that in his presence i again
    had the mind of christ which he had shared with me
    five years before this, when he spoke with me in
    heaven. though i had never seen my saviours face, he
    was telling me directly upon my mind(with which i was
    now seeing him) that i was truly with him and in him
    there in the tomb.

    the royalty of that face! how can i desribe its
    sovereignty, its compassion, its overwhelming look of
    righteousness? in it i saw the justice of our
    intercessor, the joy of our healer, the humility of
    his father's faithful servant. i saw a display of
    meekness without weakness, of limitless power with
    infinite gentleness and those penetrating eyes,
    emitting a radiance of indescribably limitless
    love!nothing can be compared with the eyes of our god.
    they held me spellbound. i actually saw the truth of
    his claim that "greater love hath no man." i knew he
    was looking at me and through me with the same
    forgiveness and love which he showers upon all
    doubting thomases.

    then i noted in a fraction of a second, and i saw a
    slight frown of concern from on his face like a cloud
    of sadness. he quickly spoke two words in english: "my
    son!" then he continued with the same lightning-fast
    language we had used during my time in heaven. "i must
    show you hell, but just for two minutes! i have
    already shown you heaven. i want you to tell them,
    tell them, tell them."

    how it must have hurt him to send me into hell, even
    for two short minutes! no wonder he frowned at the
    thought: he had been there! he had once told his
    disciples to ask his father to "deliver us from the
    evil one." if it weren't that he had already had the
    keys of hell and death in his right hand there in the
    tomb, he would not have sent me to satan's home to
    experience the horrors of a lost soul. jesus knew he
    could bring me back, because he had already broken the
    power of satan to bind a child of god!

    My Orders

    as though in shock, i stood stock-still, wondering
    what i should "tell them." he already knew my thoughts
    and was answering me at a million words a second. i
    will try to summarize his command to me.

    "you must tell them that i gave them a will when i
    created them. they must make a choice between me or my
    adversary, satan. man cannot live without a master;
    his soul is made to worship someone. tell them i am a
    gentleman; i will never override their free will. i
    created them to be free to choose, because i would not
    create anyone to be a slave. satan offers them the
    security of slavery, but his wages are death. i offer
    them freedom and the righteousness of my father in
    heaven, where our gift of love and life is eternal."

    in seconds, jesus had transmitted to me volumes of
    spiritual data, bypassing my ears and brain which
    would have been far too sluggish to receive his
    instructions. for emphasis he repeated insistently:
    "tell them. tell them. tell them. tell them how much i
    love them! i left heaven to come and die for them. i
    had to destroy the works of the devil so my children
    could be freed! i arose to present them blameless
    before my father in heaven! tell them they can choose
    life with me-all for free. i paid the price. tell them
    they will have the unsearchable riches that my father
    has prepared for them. they can choose to belong to
    the family of god. they can reign with me as kings and
    priests through the ages. i will send them my spirit.
    i will heal their infirmities. i will forgive their
    sins. tell them i took their place on the cross!" at
    this he shuddered.

    "tell them," he continued, "my grace is sufficient for
    them. it is my gift of love. they cannot earn it by
    their works. i finished all the work and waiting on
    the cross. all they must do is receive me into their
    hearts and accept me as their way of life! then we
    will be one!"

    he suddenly paused, and i noted a tone of sorrow
    (perhaps horror) as he spoke again: "tell them if they
    ignore or reject my love, if they turn away from my
    father, if they refuse to listen to urgings of the
    spirit, there is nothing more we can do for them. they
    remain under the control of satan, that liar and
    deceiver, for whom i had to create hell when he defied
    the almighty god. because jehovah is righteous, we had
    to punish satan's wickedness and rebellion. i never
    intended a human soul to go to hell; in fact i came
    down from heaven and died for mankind to redeem him
    from that deceiver. i even went to hell and took the
    keys. i sealed satan's fate, and secured victory over
    hell and death. tell them, my name is above all names,
    but they must choose whom they will serve!"

    then his voice changed. like a trumpet it echoed about
    the tomb: "THERE IS YET A LITTLE WHILE BUT VERY
    LITTLE!"

    instantly a near-blinding golden light appeared behind
    me. instinctively i turned my head. on the tomb wall,
    being written without hand or brush, were appearing
    the same words in beautiful english script.

    from each letter, drops of glittering gold "paint"
    were falling to the floor and exploding into a
    transparent gold cloud that filled the tomb! i gasped
    as i looked back into jesus' face.

    "fear not, my son, "he quickly reassured me, "i want
    you to have a visual memory of my promise to return
    soon.

    i understood! i would scarecly have enough time,
    before his return, to go and tell them! i was being
    commanded to disclose whatever i would see that day.
    he is preparing to return for his earthly rule at
    jerusalem, his headquarters. he as much as said, "i
    cant wait much longer; world events can no longer be
    postponed! these are the last days of which i spoke in
    the upper room."

    The Pit of Hell

    suddenly, i was in hell! i knew i was trapped in the
    bowels of the earth. instantly, i was in a stone,
    coffinlike cell, four feet wide and six and a half
    feet high. the terror was instantaneous and
    indescribable. with a sickening thud i felt my feet
    hit the rock floor.my lightning-fast mind added to the
    horror of this total isolation in stone by telling me
    all the answers to my sudden questions. cast as an
    unsaved sinner, i was on death row in solitary
    confinement by my own choice. satan had invited me,
    and i had not refused. i alone was to blame. i had
    died without accepting the love of jesus about which i
    heard so many times. this is the pit of the first
    death, the holding tank of horror. satan's stronghold
    for sinners.

    i tried to scream, i pounded the walls and the
    ceiling.total blackness. total silence. total stench.
    it had to be from demons. sure enough. i looked down
    and saw clearly with the mind's eye of my fallen
    spirit-body many little, spiderlike demons about my
    feet. among them were several deformed catlike and
    doglike creatures with black matted fur. despite their
    constant movement, each one fastened its gaze upon me
    as the smaller ones swarmed up the walls beside my
    face. Behind each eye were flames. the stench was
    nauseating. my mind told me that they were the
    "chained demons" of satan, and they agreed, saying "we
    are the chained demons, here to haunt and taunt you in
    hell! and, buddy we'll do it!" (their actual language
    was so foul, it cannot be repeated.)"you could have
    accepted god as your father and jesus as saviour. we
    read the book. you're trapped with us now, and buddy,
    we'll make this your hell. aha. aha. you fool!"

    as if signaled by an unseen conductor, this legion of
    filthy fallen angels suddenly dropped to the rock
    floor and ringed around my feet again. deafening
    decibels of heavy-metal voodoo sounds filled the place
    competing for loudness with the thousand voices of
    frenzied rock-&-roll bodies in epileptoid seizures!
    mimicking every imaginable obscene gesture until they
    were coupled in a mass of hysterical arachnoids, the
    demons taunted me. wild gestures of invitation urged
    me to join their screaming "fun." "our pit" echoed
    with every debasing word and phrase known to satan's
    crowd.

    i screamed back at them: you filthy demons. you! who
    taught you this musical garbage and obscene writhings?
    stop it! right now!"

    in unison the motions ceased. in momentary silence
    they fixed their hateful fiery eyes upon me, then
    sneered "aha's."

    "you'll get used to it you fool! you'll never get out
    of here. our boss, satan bound us here just to keep
    you here and make it hell for you. he taught us
    rock-sex-music to use around the world to destroy the
    kids. it works. we have deceived the minds of almost
    all children already.they think smut is the best fun.
    they think that lust and sex are signs of growing
    wise. we have them believing that anything goes as
    long as it defies the notion of a living god. they
    prefer devil-worship; they think it is more exciting.
    we deceived them, and they dont know it yet. just
    wait!" they were rollicking with raucous laughter at
    the mere thought.

    "why do you unclean spirits remain in this stinking
    hole when you could spend time in the sunshine and
    fresh air?" i demanded.

    a cloud of hatred seemed to chill their reply.

    "you idiot! dont you know? you could read! we are the
    first creatures in the universe to be deceived by
    satan! he fooled us angels. he said he was the real
    god. we followed him instead of jehovah. now we are
    chained, as it were, in this hell-hole. we are not
    allowed to leave because we are assigned to get you
    here, and we must keep you here. we hate satan but we
    cannot be saved because satan cannot save anybody. you
    human beings have a choice of a leader on earth,
    either jesus christ of nazareth or satan the deceiver.
    you fool: you could be in heaven right now if you
    hadnt refused jesus' offer of life!

    suddenly their invisible "conductor" seemingly tapped
    his baton. the deafening heavy-rock beat began as the
    spider-chorus resumed it eipleptoid convulsions of
    sexual writhings to obscene demonic language and
    laughter.

    My Judge

    in total despair i started to slide to the floor.
    already there was no hope. but worse yet, i was
    suddenly snatched away and found myself standing
    before a gorgeous throne on which sat god, an
    indescribable personage. i knew him by his radiance!
    he was rapidly thumbing through a large book in his
    right hand. i could see through its pages to the title
    on the cover: THE BOOK OF LIFE. i felt
    naked-physically, emotionally, spiritually, i knew i
    was being judged, and i had no lawyer to plead my
    case.

    i heard my voice stammer:"what are you looking for,
    god? my name must be there!"

    "i am looking for your name in our family album, but i
    do not find it here," he replied with a shake of his
    head.

    "but it must be there, god! i lived a good life. i was
    never arrested or imprisoned. i obeyed the rules. i
    did good works. look some more! what do you mean, im
    not in your family?"

    "you rejected my son's offer to be born again, to be
    washed clean in his blood. remember? you were told
    many times! there is nothing more i can do. you are
    not one of my children. you belong to satan's family."
    he stretched forth his arm and pointed to a distant
    lake of fire.

    i shall never forget what i saw: the second death. he
    explained, "it was prepared for satan and his angels.
    depart from me into everlasting punishment with your
    father, the devil."

    in a split second i was back in the pit, and i slid
    like ooze among the little demons on the floor. then i
    was snatched upward and found myself standing in
    lazarus's tomb with the light on! my two minutes in
    hell without jesus had ended! the guard was shouting
    to the three of us to come forth.

    "no the fuse did not blow," he answered me. "perhaps
    something else? who knows? the light failed here." the
    children voices filtered down: get your postcards fo'
    a dollah."

    i remember nothing of the other events of that day.
    for months i could not overcome the horror of hell
    enough to report its terror without sobbing. the
    message of those two minutes was so clear: jesus loves
    us so much that he voluntarily died to insulate us
    from satan and save us from hell! on the other hand,
    satan hates us so much he wants us in hell where he
    can destroy us.

    We're Given the Choice

    how can jesus say it any more clearly than he did to
    me? "tell them. tell them. tell them. they have a
    choice. "there is yet a little time, but very little."

    jesus says, "come forth. shed your graveclothes. join
    god's family." jesus loves you, whatever your
    condition. he says, "come as you are."

    jesus has made it utterly clear through his word that
    god sees two kinds of people-rebellious souls and
    penitent souls. rebellious souls are those who choose
    satan. they work for him and are paid in "wages,"
    redeemable in death at the time of their judgement.
    "and as it is appointed unto men once to die, but
    after this the judgement" (hebrews 9:27). penitent
    souls are those who choose jesus, the christ. they can
    work with him and are given "gifts" redeemable in
    eternal life at the moment they are received. "...but
    the gift of god is eternal life through jesus christ
    our lord" (romans 6:23)

    how exciting to know that today is the day the lord
    has made for us to make our choice! we will rejoice
    and be glad therein if we choose Him.
     
  2. GSXMEN

    GSXMEN Got Jesus?

    Excellent Post!!:TU:

    That really sums it up! The Gift of Salvation is Free for the taking....all anyone has to do is accept Jesus!!:Smarty: Rejecting Jesus is the same as choosing Satan and Eternity with him in Hell.:Dou:

    Single biggest choice any of us will ever make!! Where will YOU spend Eternity!?!
     

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