I Wanted to Die But It Was Too Late..I was in Hell.
One night, as I was getting ready for bed, I noticed my Pomeranian Sammy staring intently into the corner of my room. The first thing I thought was, "Oh no, there's a spider in my room!" I had recently developed a phobia for no apparent reason and Sammy was great at sniffing out these arachnid demons from the underworld. Well, that's the way I always thought of them at least but I was about to be shown how stupid that really was. Tentatively, I scanned the wall he was staring at. "Thank God, no spiders!" As I continued to change my clothes, now curious, I watched Sammy. He was moving his head about as if he were watching something, something I couldn't see. Then, slowly, a low-pitched sound emerged from him as he began to growl. I was starting to get nervous, there were goosebumps forming on my arms. What was he seeing that I couldn't? I suddenly got the feeling I didn't want to know. I quickly jumped into bed, pulling the covers on top of me, still staring at the corner.
All of a sudden, there was a foul odor in the room and as Sammy started barking, I began to see a dark shadow form on the wall. Now, gripped with fear, my scream stuck in my throat, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The dark shadow began moving towards my bed. My heart, now pounding, felt as if it would pop out of my chest. I watched terrified as it slithered up my bed towards me. "What the hell was happening?" I screamed in my head. As it slid over me, I felt a tremendous weight on me, crushing me. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. This evil, vile presence began whispering in my ear, teasing and tormenting me. Sammy kept barking and in complete horror and disbelief, I watched as he was lifted in the air, his head suddenly twisted, quieting him forever. As he dropped down to the floor, the voice taunted, "You're next".
"God," I thought, " I'm dying, I can't breathe!"
"God", shot back the voice, laughing, "it's too late for that now. God is dead and so are you". I could suddenly feel heat. I was aware of other voices now, from far away but definitely getting closer, bloodcurdling screams, anguished moans, sounds I didn't think humans could emit. Terror. It was the sound of pure, unabashed terror, getting louder now. There was no mistaking it, it was definitely human. I could now feel the flames lapping around me. That nauseating vile odor was now recognizable. It was the smell of burning flesh and human excrement. I was going to hell. "Why," I screamed in my head, "I never did anything wrong!"
For a moment there was understanding, for a brief reprieve of the pain it became clear to me. It wasn't for what I'd done but for what I had failed to do. Love your enemies, pray for those who persecute you. If you only love those who love you, what good is that, even Satan does that.
I lived a normal, comfortable life but outside of my family and friends, I had never done anything to touch others lives. I had never done anything to make this world a better place. My life had no meaning, I never made a difference. Now the words reverberated in my head, "Then the Lord will say to those on His left, depart from Me, you who are cursed into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat. I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in. I needed clothes and you did not clothe me. I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me. For whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, my brothers, you did not do for me."
Now I was dying and it was too late. "God, how could You let this happen, why didn't You give me a chance?" Slowly these visions started to form in my head. Me as a child, watching kids calling the new girl names, teasing her, making fun of her as she stood there and cried. "I never took part in that," I cried, "I've never called people names!" The reply resounded in my head, "You never did anything to stop it, you never befriended her, you watched as they made her cry and you did nothing to help her."
As similar scene after scene came to mind, I was pulled lower and lower into the great pit of fire. I could see demons now, legions of them, all tearing at my flesh, torturing me. I wanted to die but it was too late for that. I was in Hell.
This story is purely fictional but the message is true. Sammy has passed on now and although it's been years and I have another dog I love, I still miss him terribly. We had a connection unlike any other dog I have owned and I have had quite a few over the years. In his entire life he never left my side and understood everything I said. Seriously. And although this story is fictional, there were many times when he would be watching something in my room or barked in a protective manner into the corner. I know he was seeing something I wasn't though I still cannot tell you what it was. So even though I fictionalized the rest of the story, the message is still valid. It is not enough to just live your life being kind and helpful to only those you love, even Satan does that. It is not enough to simply follow the law, even evil people do that. God commanded that we love one another, even our enemies, that we should reach out and help people who are less fortunate then us, that we should feed the hungry, clothe the needy, help the sick. Imagine what this world would be like if we treated every person we came across as if they were Jesus, himself! We would eradicate poverty, starvation, war, crime. This would be such a different world.
As Edmond Burke said, "All that is necessary for evil to succeed is for good men to do nothing". What gives any of us the right to complain about the state the world is in if we are not out there doing our part to make a difference? Imagine how much worse things would be if not for all the people who volunteer their time and money to various charities and organizations, who are going out there and actually doing as God commanded. If you want to make this world a better place then it is up to you to do your part. Get out there and volunteer..even the busiest person can find an hour a week to help those in need. If for some reason you are not able to volunteer your time to help others, donate to a charity that will, even the poorest can go without a cup of coffee to give to those who have even less and pray for those who need forgiveness or need to find God, even the wickedest of hearts can be changed by God. It's up to you to do whatever you can to make this world what God created it to be.
41"Then he will say to those on his left, 'Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.'
"They also will answer, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?' "He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.' "Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life."
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