A few of you have heard me say in recent weeks how marvelously different my son-in-law is since, “what happened to him in the hospital,” as he refers to it.
I never ask him what exactly happened, I only knew that a person who formerly had a sneering hate for me is now a lovely and comfortable person to be around.
One thing I have known for certain, he had an encounter with Jesus, he has been very vocal about his believing in Jesus now, and that is quite different for Keith who would say if pressed, that he was saved, but he really hated to talk about it.
Keith to me was hopeless; I knew he was not hopeless to Jesus, but the only prayer I could get myself to say with any amount of faith was that God would snatch him out of hell as he was sliding into it, when the time came for him to die.
Last Spring Keith was diagnosed with brain cancer. He did not plan to have surgery but wrecked his vehicle, and as I understand it was taken to the hospital and surgery ultimately happened.
A few days ago he mentioned again about “what happened to me in the hospital” and I asked him what had happened. His answer stunned me, he said, “I went to hell.”
He said it was awful and the pain was unbearable, which, he remarks, is not a physical pain but rather a spiritual pain. He says that awful things happen in hell, murders, people being slashed with knives, horrible groans and a smell that can’t be imagined. Of course it is in the realm of spirit which is, after all, the REAL world. Spirits do not die in Hell any more than they do in Heaven. So the cutting and killing must be things that are experienced over and over again.
I have a book started about the unpleasant subject of Hell. Much of the Church today refuses to speak of Hell, and some don’t believe in the existence of Hell; however, I would remind everyone that the Founder of Christianity believed in the existence of Hell and warned everyone to not go there.
Strange as it may seem to some free thinkers of today, Jesus so absolutely believed in the fact of Hell that He came here and died to provide us a sure way to stay out of there.
I am so thankful to God for the transformation of Keith’s life. My grandsons and my granddaughter now have a father who is concerned to take them to Church and to train them about the Faith and how to live in it.
Oh, did I give the illusion that Keith has had no training in the Christian faith? Keith was schooled in Christian schools, and has repeatedly told me over these first 16 horrible years of association with him, that he had asked Jesus into his heart as a child.
I write this because I am concerned for those who live self-indulgent lives and who have no conviction of doing wrong, or so it seems, and yet will affirm that they asked Jesus into their hearts.
Jesus said, “IF you love me, you WILL keep My commandments; and IF you don’t love Me, you won’t.”
Is it not time we got scared for ourselves and our loved ones who do ungodly things and think we, or they, are going to Heaven when we/they die?
God is a lot more serious about how we live than we are, and that is dangerous for us; He has warned us.