The following is a dramatic presentation. It was written
by a fictitious High School Student named Josh, to a friend named Zack.
Although Zack had every opportunity
to tell Josh about Jesus… he didn’t. They were best friends. They played soccer
together. They went to classes together. They partied together. They shared
their lives with each other. But there is one thing Zack held back from Josh…
his personal relationship with Jesus Christ.
The rest of the story is simple and sad…
A few too many beers… A tragic drive
home… A crash… a death, a funeral… A Letter
Here is that letter… A letter from Hell.
I died today. It’s a lot different
than I expected. You see, I always thought that dying would bring me to a world
that is foggy and hazy. But this place is crystal clear… It’s even more real
than my life on Earth.
I can think. I can talk. I can even
Right after the wreck I could feel my
spirit leaving my body. It was the weirdest thing, Zack. I thought I heard you
screaming out to me, man. Must have been just imagining things.
At first I was just standing in line,
getting registered I guess. They asked me for my name…and began to look in this
thing they called the Book of Life.
I guess they couldn’t find it though
because this huge angel standing next to me grabbed me by the arm and started
dragging me away. I was terrified. I had no idea what was going on. I asked the
angel where he was taking me, but he didn’t answer. So I asked him again…
Finally, he told me that only those,
whose names were written in the Book of Life, could enter into Heaven and the
rest would be condemned to Hell forever.
Man I was scared. The angel threw me
into some kind of holding cell. Where I’ve been sitting and thinking for a long
long time. Do you want to know what I’ve been thinking about?
I’ve been thinking about YOU.
Zack, You’re a Christian.
You told me so yourself. I mean we
talked about it three different times today. Kelly brought it up and you
laughed it off. Coach Adams brought it up and you changed the subject. I mean,
it came up right before the wreck. Well the question I can’t get out of my mind
is this, Zack. Why haven’t you ever told me about how to become a Christian?
You say you are my friend, but if you
really were you would have told me about this Jesus and told me how to escape
this terrible place that I’m headed for.
I can feel my heart pounding in my
chest, the angels who have been chosen to cast me into hell are coming down the
hallway. I can hear their footsteps.
I have heard of this Hell. They call
it the Lake of Fire.
I can’t stand it, Zack. I am
terrified. No! The angels are at the door. Oh no, no! They’re coming in and they’re
pointing at me. They’re grabbing me and carrying me out of the room.
I already can smell the burning
sulfur and brimstone. I can see the edge of the cliff where Hell burns.
This is it. I am without hope.
We’re coming closer, closer, closer.
My heart is bursting with fear. They’re holding me over the flames. I am damned
This is it. They are throwing me in.
Fire, Pain, HELL.
Why Zack? Why didn’t you ever tell me