Minutes in Hell

To the unbelieving: You better hope that the millions of Christians who claim to be born again and have an eternal, internal, and personal relationship with Jesus Christ are loons, lunatics, and liars. You better hope that the millions of ex-dope addicts and ex-alcoholics who were delivered by the blood of Jesus Christ are lying. You better hope that all those who were delivered from real demonic possession are lying. You better hope that the millions of Muslims who received dreams and visions of Jesus and were radically saved from Islam are lying. You better hope that all those who were once Buddhists and now have a personal, eternal relationship with the Son of heaven, Jesus Christ, are lying. You better hope that all those who were once satanists, witches, and warlocks who have been translated from the kingdom of darkness to the kingdom of light are pathological liars. You better hope that the millions of accounts of God’s miracles and healings are fabrications and nothing more than sinister myths. These people are healing monuments of God’s power. You better hope that every Christian who loves the Lord is just a religious nut and needs to be in an insane asylum. For the sake of your soul, you better hope from the bowels of your godless existence that every Christian is brainwashed, has psychological mass hysteria, and is completely delusional about their ever-loving, unconditional love for Jesus Christ. Billions of Christian testimonies would have to be a lie in order for you to never have to worry about a place called hell, a place of gripping, gothic, and gut-wrenching horror. That means that there are billions of chances that you could end up in hell forever if any of these testimonials are true. That means that the chances of you ending up in a very real hell, in a very real eternal fire with very real maggots, are a figure of one followed by countless zeros. If just one of these Christian testimonies is true, you will spend eternity in a real fire forever. Hold a lit lighter with a flame to your feeble, fragile hand for just twenty seconds and see if you are willing to take that chance, an eternal, irreversible gamble of your soul. You, unbeliever, I don’t think it; I don’t believe it; I know it; that without a very real Savior, you will perish in a very real hell.