The story you are about to read was from a reoccurring dream I had. However be warned much of it is based on facts. There is a Heaven and Hell. Your choice of destination is up to you. The Bible warns of the torments of hell and permanency of our final destination.
I died… All of a sudden… I don’t even know what happened… I was driving down the road and this out of control car swerved, and then I was here. Where is here? It’s like a tunnel and I see a light up ahead. Someone is coming. It’s very peaceful. This person, I can’t see very well, they have taken my arm and I feel a strange comfort. It’s like deep inside me I know I’m okay. We walk together quietly down the tunnel.
Wow! It is so beautiful! My guide leads me to a line of people waiting and then leaves. The words in my head are running a mile a minute and yet I seem to have no desire to speak. Oddly I seem to already have the answers to my questions. Where am I? Heaven! Why? I died… How’d I get here? An Angel walked with me and led me here… Why am I in this line? Judgement… Wait… What? The Bible says everyone must die and then face judgement… As I look around it is so beautiful I am just in awe of it all. But at the same time that word judgement is pounding in the back of my head. I totally understand why, but I don’t know why I understand why? I was a good person. I gave to charities. I loved and obeyed my parents, for the most part. I even went to church. I sang in the choir. I read the bible or at least most of it. I was a good person. I should be fine… And yet right now I feel so guilty. I want to run but my heart says there is no where to run to. I must face the judgement. The line in front of me is getting shorter, fast. My turn is coming up. As I get closer I can see the magnificent Pearly Gates. I now have a fairly good view into Heaven just past the gates. People are greeting and hugging the newcomers. It’s so beautiful. There is someone up ahead at a raised desk with a big book, I’m still too far away I can’t hear what he is saying. To my left there is a small group of what appears to be elevators. It seems that most of the people from the line are being lead to the elevators. They seem to go willingly. I question as to where they lead… but I know. Why do I know? Why do they not run and try to escape? But again no more than I think the question, I know the answer.
As I approach the desk I hear the gentleman at the desk more clearly now. He just asks for your name, then he thumbs through the big book. Everyone is then separated into one of two lines, a very short line and a long one. Ahead there is a huge door. They seem to only take a couple of people at a time and they appear to alternate lines when there is anyone in the short one.
I’m next. I already know which line I’m going to, the longer line… I’m asked my name. He points. It’s not long before I enter into a huge courtroom. No jury box, but a raised bench with a judge of sorts. He does’t seem to make any decisions, just directs the proceedings. There is a guy in the box next to the judge. He appears to be the one on trial? The 11 commands are carved into the wall. Eleven? Oh yeah Christ added one during His time here on earth. There are two tables across from accused. One sits next to the hugest library I have ever seen the other just has… Oh my goodness! That’s Him! That’s Jesus at the defender table!
Bang! Bang! Bang! The judge or what ever you call him pounds on the desk and calls the court to order. He asks the prosecutor if he is ready to proceed. Before him lies a rather large book. He answers yes and proceeds to open the book. The judge asks that the charges be read. He begins to read every sin that this man has committed since reaching an age of accountability. It seems to go on forever. I don’t think they missed a thing. When done the prosecutor slams the book shut. The Judge looks at the accused and asks “Do you have anything to say as to why you chose to live you’re life in such a way”? “Why did you choose the way of the world over God”? The man was crying, harder than I had every seen anyone ever cry before. The judge looked at Jesus. Jesus was crying as well. He shook His head. “This man had several offers to come to me for salvation but instead he choose to live, as the world would have him do, not as I ask him to do. He must pay for his sins, I do not know him”. The man stood up and walked out the door.
Next case, was called for. A new book was brought to the prosecutor’s desk. Again we hear the Bang! Bang! Bang! As the court is called to order. Again he asks the prosecutor if he is ready to proceed. The prosecutor opens the new large book and the reading of the charges begin. Once again every sin this man committed is laid out before him as he is judged. Again it seems to go on forever. The book is slammed shut. The Judge looks at the accused and asks do you have anything to say? The man was in tears. Then Jesus stood up. All was quite… Jesus spoke; I know this man. He changed his heart and invited me into his life. It was after that this man truly loved his fellow man as himself. He could no longer participate in the sinful ways of the world. No he wasn’t perfect he still sinned but he was remorseful of his mistakes and worked hard to change. He loved his fellow man. He preached My truth, and for his faith, his sins are paid in full. Everyone in the room was filled with joy and the man was led off with a group of angles.
Soon it became my turn. I sat in the box. I watched as they brought out the book. I knew in my heart, I never truly gave my life over to Christ. I was just one of many that played the religion game. I sat there knowing the outcome before we ever began. The court was called to order… The book was read… I was lost in my distraught and I never heard a word of it… Then suddenly I came to my senses when I heard Jesus say, “ this man prayed the sinners prayer several times, but when I tried to open the door of his heart, he would never let me in”. “I’m sorry I do not know this man”.
No… No… What have I done… Thoughts raced through my mind, I just need another chance… Please don’t let it be too late. It seemed very quite as I walked to the door, all alone, a condemned man. Even though I had never been there before I knew exactly what to do and where to go. I proceeded to the elevators. The door opened. I entered and turned myself around to face back towards the doors. All hope was gone. It was done. I was done.
The ride seemed to last forever. That feeling of impending doom lingered over me. I feel it getting warmer. Then the doors suddenly opened. Oh, it smelled so bad. My leg was grabbed by some huge creature who yanked me out of the elevator before I even knew what happened. My head hit the ground knocking me somewhat woozy. My back was being scraped across a rough ground. Then this creature stopped and in one swoop slung me onto a table.
There was another of these creatures there with what appeared to be a clipboard. The creature which had brought me here rattled off a number and the one with the clipboard wrote something down. My head was still rattled and I was not sure of much of anything. Then the clipboard guy addressed me. “I’m Groog” or something like that. He smelled but his breath was ten times worst. He continued, “We don’t allow any walking down here”. And with that the other creature grabbed my leg again and proceeded to snap it just above the ankle. All of a sudden everything became real clear. The pain was horrifying. I screamed out in unbelievable pain. I was left on the table to compose myself somewhat. You know how it is when you get hurt. At first it really really hurts, then you seem to adapt to the pain somewhat. Oh it still hurts but after a bit, it’s different. I was to that point, it hurt but I wasn’t still screaming. As I lay there on that hot table I could hear others moaning and screaming around me. I was terrified. Then my creature friend returned. He looked at me. Said nothing, just grabbed my other leg and in a blink of an eye had it snapped it two as well. I never felt pain like that before and this was only the beginning, what else were they going to do to me.
I don’t know how long I laid there. Eventually the creatures returned and one grabbed my arm and yanked me off the table. As my legs swung off they hit the floor and again the pain seared through my broken body. My mind was reeling as I was again being dragged. My thoughts were unclear, as the pain was so intense. I though my arm was going to come off as I was dragged across the rough ground. Finally we stopped and I was slung like a rag doll into a small cubical. Again the leg pain seared throughout my body. The creature yelled “Stay put” and left. I don’t know that I passed out but at some point I was much more conscious of my surroundings and realized that my clothing was smoldering from the intense heat. I tore them from my body thinking I was on fire. I was not, but it was so hot my skin was blustering. I noticed what looked to be a stone bed and crawled to get up on it. I was so thirsty. I was surrounded by the sounds of moaning, crying, and the occasional scream.
This was it. This was my home forever. This is how I ended. Intense, pain, and misery forever and ever. How could I have been so stupid. I knew the truth while on earth and choose to ignore it and live my life my way. Please… If you are reading this… Heed my warning read your bible. Search out the truth before it’s too late. Don’t blow this off as just a story, heed it as the warning it is. We do not know when our last day on earth may be. Don’t wait until it’s too late. Call on the name of Jesus and change your life. Make it a priority to take care of other people above yourself. Make it a priority to forgive rather than seek revenge. Don’t seek riches here on earth seek them in haven. Seek to be more like the disciples. Seek to be more like the Apostle Paul. Keep the commandments.