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My Trip to Hell
 
Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell (Proverbs 23:14).

I fell asleep, and with no warning began to have an encounter. I was immediately taken into hell. I didn’t understand why, but I was put into a pit reserved for those who are lost and without God. I saw many people were being tormented and tortured by fire. I was allowed to experience the same separation from God that everybody else did. I didn’t understand why I was down there. I was saved; I loved God. Thoughts raced through my mind. I couldn’t have died in my sleep and ended up in hell, could I? Why am I down here like this? I served God. I loved Him. Why would He allow me to be put down here like this?

Suddenly, I saw Jesus in the distance. He was entering hell. Boy, was I happy to see Him! He was wearing his customary, beautiful white robe. I thought that I was lost and totally separated from Him forever. I saw Him making His way toward me. He stopped to talk to different people as He walked toward me. I was amazed that Jesus would even talk to sinners or those who did not make it to Heaven. I didn’t hear or recognize what He was saying to individuals as He passed along, but I know He was speaking briefly with each of them.

When I saw Him doing this, I decided to ask Him why I was down in hell when He came to me. You see, I had just had wonderful fellowship with Him in a visitation, so I didn’t understand why I was down in hell afterwards. When He finally got to me, I noticed that His white robe was glistening even brighter than I had ever seen it. When He came up to me I cried out, “Lord, why am I down here?”

Then He did something that I didn’t understand for years. Jesus with loving, tender care reached down and picked me up like a baby and put me over His knees as He bent to sit down, like you would when disciplining and spanking a child. As a matter of fact, He laid me across His slightly bent knees and started taking His right bare hand and physically beating me with His hands saying, “Because you were not a friendly evangelist.” He spanked me with his hands in rhythm with His words! Then, suddenly I woke up, and I was back in my body. My heart was pounding fast and my blood was racing; I had just been in hell and the terror of this encounter frightened me. I got out of bed because I was covered in perspiration, and I wondered what He meant. I was also very happy that I had not been left in hell.

Confused?

So were we! You can find all of this, and more, on Fundies Say the Darndest Things!

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