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SEB1625 (Original Message)Sent: 2/28/2006 6:25 PM
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From: SEB1625 (Original Message) Sent: 2/5/2006 6:53 PM
Just the other day while listening to one of the few radio preachers I will listen to he told of how he and his wife had taken a trip to the Cayman Islands where on Grand Cayman there is a little village called Hell. He said that they told him that someone years before was passing through and made the statement that it was hot as hell there and they say that is how the name came to be.
In that village there was anything a tourist could possibly want to but as a souvinener. There were anything from wallets, tee-shirts, bracelets and the such. One thing reallycaught eye though above all the other items and that was postcards with the heading HELL.
So when I heard that the Holy Spirit really spoke to my heart and I started pondering that very thought. So, here is the sermon thought:" What Would One Say" if she or he were able to send a postcard from HELL?
Seems hours ago though it's only been moments. I was in my house sitting at the table enjoying a wonderful meal with my wife and my children.
It was cool in the house and after the meal I went to the livingroom and nestled down in my big, old easy chair to take a nap and pass the time away.
While I was napping I dreamed of the nice evening my wife and I had just the night before in the secret chambers of our home as husband and wife. I thought how fortunate I was to be blessed with a wife and two wonderful children. I thought of the great job I have and the cars and properties I have such as the house on the lake, and the cabin in the mountains and the condo on the beach. Could anyone have it better?
WAIT, though, something is terribly wrong here. All of a sudden there is the feeling of awful pain a horrible sense and feeling of burning. I haven't felt a burning such as this sense I laid my arm on that old pot belly stove as a boy.
There is a smell of sulpher, a smell that let's me know that the flame I now clearly see is not normal but completely unknown to man in the natural realm. It seems as though I can see my flesh starting to wrinkle even though I know I can't because it is so dark and the flame I see doesn't cast out any light. I know I will not be consumed because I remember from Sunday School how that the pain and agony will never cease and will continue on into eternity with never an end.
I hear the screams and moans and wailing and the weeping of countless souls just like me in this awful, terrible place.
All of a sudden, I hear what seems to be familiar voices. It's the voices of my mom and dad and brothers and sisters and worst of all those of my two children starting to scream because of the pain but I come to realize that it can't be them because they have all been born again, their sins forgiven and washed away by the blood of the Lamb of God.
I can see through that great gulf fixed, I can see all the saints and my family in that heavenly city being comforted and in the light of the LORD JESUS CHRIST, the very one I treated so carelessly and thought I had plenty of time.
It's now too late for me, my fate is sealed and my eternal destiny settled for all time. So, in closing I'm writing this postcard from HELL to all of you who think you're o.k. To the church member, to the too bust person, to the decent person and the religious person. To all the family such as moms, dads, sisters, brothers, etc.... You do not want to come to this awful place. Where there is no hope, joy, no brightness and very worst of all no JESUS, eternally separated from the love and mercy of GOD HIMSELF.
Luke 16:26-31 |
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