i'll tell you guys a story. everybody cross their legs indian style...
one time i watched a documentary about near death experiences called "to hell and back". and this one guy said that he died in the hospital and was escorted to hell, by beings who seemed really nice...at first...but then weren't so nice. he ended up in a place that was dark as dark could be...pressingly dark. he couldn't see a thing, but he felt torment in every way. he said that what he heard from the other beings there were the foulest utterances he had ever heard...could ever even imagine. and he felt physical pain, as if his body was being torn to shreds.
he was extremely scared.
he thought about why he was there, and he said he knew why.
he wanted out.
so he started to pray. like the national anthem or something. he realized he didn't know how to pray and so he just cried out for jesus to help him.
as soon as he did, he saw a faint point of light in the distance. the light grew brighter, and closer, and before long, jesus was there. jesus touched him and healed his wounds, and he took him out of there.
for some reason jesus wanted him to return to life here, and although the man did not want to, he agreed.
and that was his testimony.
after i watched the documentary, i was thinking that something didn't make sense to me. so i asked god, "why didn't the other beings that were in hell with that man run to the light and ask jesus to take them out too?" and god told me it was because they were afraid of the light. they ran and hid from it, because they didn't want to see what they had become. they didn't want to see the truth about what they did to themselves and each other and how ugly it was. they were afraid.
isn't that ironic?
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