The idea of hell and judgment are nowhere to be found [in Betty Eadie's bestseller,
Embraced By The Light, on the N.Y. Times bestseller list for more than 40 weeks, including
5 weeks as #1]. In November 1973 Eadie allegedly died after undergoing a hysterectomy, and
returned five hours later with the secrets of heaven revealed by Jesus]. Eadie says that
Jesus "never wanted to do or say anything that would offend me" while she
visited heaven. Indeed, Jesus seems to be relegated to the role of a happy tour guide in
heaven, not the Savior of the world who died on the cross.
Richard Abanes, in Christianity Today, March 7, 1994, p. 53.
President Clinton named Kristine Gebbie, a lesbian, as the new AIDS czar. Four months
later she spelled out her perceptions on traditional morality. She said, [The United
States] needs to view human sexuality as an essentially important and pleasurable thing.
[Until it does so], we will continue to be a repressed, Victorian society that
misrepresents information, denies homosexual sexuality, particularly in teens, and leaves
people abandoned with no place to go. I can help just a little bit in my job, standing on
the White House lawn talking about sex with no lightning bolts falling on my head."
Associated Press, October 29, 1993.
One of the first gospel illustrations that ever made a real impression upon my young
heart was a simple story which I heard a preacher tell when I was less than nine years
It was of pioneers who were making their way across one of the central states to a
distant place that had been opened up for homesteading. They traveled in covered wagons
drawn by oxen, and progress was necessarily slow. One day they were horrified to note a
long line of smoke in the west, stretching for miles across the prairie, and soon it was
evident that the dried grass was burning fiercely and coming toward them rapidly. They had
crossed a river the day before but it would be impossible to go back to that before the
flames would be upon them. One man only seemed to have understanding as to what could be
done. He gave the command to set fire to the grass behind them. Then when a space was
burned over, the whole company moved back upon it.
As the flames roared on toward them from the west, a little girl cried out in terror,
"Are you sure we shall not all be burned up?" The leader replied, "My
child, the flames cannot reach us here, for we are standing where the fire has been!"
What a picture of the believer, who is safe in Christ!
"On Him Almighty vengeance fell,
Which would have sunk a world to hell.
He bore it for a chosen race,
And thus becomes our Hiding Place."
The fires of God's judgment burned themselves out on Him, and all who are in Christ are
safe forever, for they are now standing where the fire has been.
H.A. Ironside, Illustrations of Bible Truth, Moody Press, 1945,
Just before the death of actor W.C. Fields, a friend visited Fields' hospital room and
was surprised to find him thumbing through a Bible. Asked what he was doing with a Bible,
Fields replied, "I'm looking for loopholes."
I read this past week of a couple (let's call them Carl and Clara) whose twenty-five
year marriage was a good one. Not the most idyllic, but good. They now had three grown
children who loved them dearly. They were also blessed with sufficient financial security
to allow them room to dream about a lakeside retirement home. They began looking. A
widower we'll call Ben was selling his place. They liked it a lot and returned home to
talk and plan. Months passed. Last fall, right out of the blue, Clara told Carl she wanted
a divorce. He went numb. After all these years, why? And how could she deceive him...how
could she have been nursing such a scheme while they were looking at a retirement home?
She said she hadn't been. Actually, this was a recent decision now that she had found
another man. Who? Clara admitted it was Ben, the owner of the lake house, whom she
inadvertently ran into several weeks after they had discussed the sale. They'd begun
seeing each other. Since they were now "in love," there was no turning back. Not
even the kids, who hated the idea, could dissuade their mother. On the day she was to
leave, Carl walked through the kitchen toward the garage. Realizing she would be gone when
he returned, he hesitated, "Well, hon, I guess this is the last time--" His
voice dissolved as he broke into sobs. She felt uneasy, hurriedly got her things together,
and drove north to join Ben. Less than two weeks after she moved in with Ben, her new
lover, he was seized with a heart attack. He lingered a few hours...and then died.
Charles Swindoll, The Quest For Character,
The following incident is vouched for by a Church of England clergyman who knew all the
A young woman, who had been brought up in a Christian home and who had often had very
serious convictions in regard to the importance of coming to Christ, chose instead to take
the way of the world. Much against the wishes of her godly mother, she insisted on keeping
company with a wild, hilarious crowd, who lived only for the passing moment and tried to
forget the things of eternity. Again and again she was pleaded with to turn to Christ, but
she persistently refused to heed the admonitions addressed to her.
Finally, she was taken with a very serious illness. All that medical science could do
for her was done in order to bring about her recovery, but it soon became evident that the
case was hopeless and death was staring her in the face. Still she was hard and obdurate
when urged to turn to God in repentance and take the lost sinner's place and trust the
lost sinner's Saviour.
One night she awoke suddenly out of a sound sleep, a frightened look in her eyes, and
asked excitedly, "Mother, what is Ezekiel 7:8,9?"
Her mother said, "What do you mean, my dear?"
She replied that she had had a most vivid dream. She thought there was a Presence in
the room, who very solemnly said to her, "Read Ezekiel 7:8,9." Not recalling the
verses in question, the mother reached for a Bible. As she opened it, her heart sank as
she saw the words, but she read them aloud to the dying girl:
"Now I will shortly pour out my fury upon thee, and accomplish mine anger upon
thee: and I will judge thee according to thy ways, and will recompense thee for all thine
abominations. And mine eye shall not spare, neither will I have pity: I will recompense
thee according to thy ways and thine abominations that are in the midst of thee; and ye
shall know that I am the Lord that smiteth."
The poor sufferer, with a look of horror on her face, sank back on the pillow, utterly
exhausted, and in a few moments she was in eternity. Once more it had been demonstrated
that grace rejected brings judgment at last.
H.A. Ironside, Illustrations of Bible Truth, Moody Press,
1945, pp. 31-32.
In the 18th century, Archibald Boyle was the leading member of an association of wild
and wicked men known as "The Hell Club" in Glasgow, Scotland. After one night of
carousing at the Club's notorious annual meeting, Boyle dreamed he was riding home on his
black horse. In the darkness, someone seized the reins, shouting, "You must go with
me!" As Boyle desperately tried to force the reins from the hands of the unknown
guide, the horse reared. Boyle fell down, down, down with increasing speed. "Where
are you taking me?" The cold voice replied, "To hell!" The echoes of the
groans and yells of frantic revelry assaulted their ears. At the entrance to hell, Boyle
saw the inmates chasing the same pleasures they had pursued in life. There was a lady he'd
known playing her favorite vulgar game. Boyle relaxed, thinking hell must be a pleasurable
place after all. When he asked her to rest a moment and show him through the pleasures of
hell, she shrieked. "There is no rest in hell!" She unclasped the vest of her
robe and displayed a coil of living snakes writhing about her midsection. Others revealed
different forms of pain in their hearts. "Take me from this place!" Boyle
demanded. "By the living God whose name I have so often outraged, I beg you, let me
go!" His guide replied, "Go then--but in a year and a day we meet to part no
more." At this, Boyle awoke, feeling that these last words were as letters of fire
burned into his heart.
Despite a resolution never to attend the Hell Club again, he soon was drawn back. He
found no comfort there. He grew haggard and gray under the weight of his conscience and
fear of the future. He dreaded attending the Club's annual meeting, but his companions
forced him to attend. Every nerve of his body writhed in agony at the first sentence of
the president's opening address: "Gentlemen, this is leap year; therefore it is a
year and a day since our last annual meeting." After the meeting, he mounted his
house to ride home. Next morning, his horse was found grazing quietly by the roadside. A
few yards away lay the corpse of Archibald Boyle. The strange guide had claimed him at the
Paul Lee Tan.
Commentary and Devotional
It was F.B. Meyer, I believe, who once said that when we see a brother or sister in
sin, there are two things we do not know: First, we do not know how hard he or she tried
not to sin. And second, we do not know the power of the forces that assailed him or her.
We also do not know what we would have done in the same circumstances.
Stephen Brown, Christianity Today, April 5, 1993, p. 17.
Statistics and Research
More than four out of every five Americans agree that "we all will be called
before God at judgment day to answer for our sins," says a poll conducted for the
Times Mirror company.
National and International Religion Report, quoted in Signs of
the Times, August, 1993, p. 6.