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.
Dear Zack 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 feel.
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 forever.
This is it. They are throwing me in. Fire, Pain, HELL.
Why Zack? Why didn’t you ever tell me about Jesus?
P.S. Wish you were here.