05/12/2023
FOURTY EIGHT HOURS IN HELL. (adapted from a tract) .
Many years ago, in the late 70s precisely. l read a tract about a young man, Lenox, who was arrested and put in prison because he used to steal horses.
The shame of his crime shortened the life of his mother, who was a devote christian.
In prison, his duty was to dig for coal. As he was digging one day, he sensed danger and complained to his superior about it. The superior examined the place and decided that it was okay. Lenox was commanded to go back to work and accused of pretending.
The young man went back to his work but within a short time, he found himself behind two iron gates. He started trying to find his way out, as he did, it dawned on him that he had just died.
He was able to find his way out of the gate, but he noticed the weather was not clear. It was foggy like the early morning during an harmattan season.
He couldn't see clearly, so he walked gently towards a direction and he soon found himself by a river bank. While he was contemplating on how to cross the river, someone emerged from inside the water and told him that he was sent to take him accross to the other side
Unable to say a word to him, Lenox entered the canoe and they headed for the otherside. When he got out, another man showed up to direct him and he followed the man.
I'm not sure how exactly he described the man that came to him, but as they passed through a fairly dark part he was hearing wails and cries of people being tormented.
He later saw those people in something like an ocean of fire. Some will sink down into the fire, then the fire will bring another set of people up who are also crying and pleading for water.
The man that escorted Lenox took him to an open field. He asked him to wait and see what he has missed. Lenox said he immediately felt so tired and weak that he couldn't even stand on his leg, so he slept off.
According to him, from the far place he was, he saw a beautiful environment. The place was very appealing and lively beyond human expression, he noticed that his mother was among those who were moving closer. His mother noticed him too, and beckoned on him to come have a cup of tea.
As he tries to drink the tea, the man guiding him wakes him up, says that's enough. He asks Lenox to follow him as they are going to his final destination. They turn back to where they are coming from and as they walk they pass some hills, Lenox begins to feel very thirsty, a thirst beyond human expression. According to the tract, Lenox felt as though he was sinking into an ocean of fire, an unquenchable thirst came upon him and he began to sink and shout for water. water, water.
(The mystery behind this story)
Back at the prison, it was time for their dinner but Lenox was missing. Some prisoners went to check for him and found out that he had been buried under piles of sand. They tried to bring him out but he was already dead.
As they were bringing his co**se to where they could put him, one of those who carried him miscalculated and fell. While struggling to regain his balance, the co**se dropped and hit the ground. There was a breath of pain and a sorrowful expression from Lenox who had died. Quickly, they loosed his burial clothes and saw him breathing, he was sweating greatly.
He was taken to hospital and they found out that he had a fracture in his leg. After about three or four days, he was able to speak and narrate his story. He swore never to go back to that horrible place and he was led to Christ on his sick bed.
Why did I tell you this story? For many people, once they cross to the other side, there is no turning back. Most don't have the oppurtunity of a second chance like Lenox.
You can go through this post again and make a reasonable and solid decision because it's only you that can make the decision of salvation on behalf of yourself
