We all groaned as the ghouls engraved crests on our chests with red-hot rods…
Remember the story of Lazarus and the Rich man? Mine is slightly different. My name is Lazarus and I had enough to feed my family and a bunch of people before my demise. I ensured I served humanity with my resources, my time and my body. My wife, Joyce had an Outreach program and I was the financier. Let’s talk about reaching out to my Pastor, I mean, how could this have happened to me?
My doctor discovered I had a rare ailment, a series of tests were conducted and he placed me on some medications. I knew the time was near, the time to bid the world farewell, so, I wrote my will and prepared to sleep. You know, I thought I’d die in my sleep, I was wrong! It was a car accident. My driver sustained injuries, I gave up the ghost before I was rushed to the hospital. Thus, the real journey began!
I watched people gaze at my lifeless body. I attended my funeral, my family said a lot of remarkable things about me and my greatest surprise was how my employees mourned me (I didn’t know they admired me that much). As I watched the scene, I felt a pat on my back. I tried to catch a glimpse of who it was but there was nobody. A few minutes later, a loud warning sounded and I vanished like smoke into a large space. It felt like magic, I had never felt that before. I saw men, women, kids and the old in the same aperture, we all were heading in the same direction. I noticed something though, nobody uttered a word to the other. It felt like they all knew where their destination was.
At last, we approached a Golden Gate guarded by four unusual creatures. Two of them opened the gate for those who were asked to come in while the other two concentrated one a very massive book. When I saw this, I realised I was gone and it was time for me to be evaluated. I moved closer gallantly as they asked for my name. With so much courage, I mentioned my name and immediately an announcement was made from an unknown source: you are not one of us, you will suffer the torment of hell, DRIVE HIM OUT!!!!
It felt like a volcanic eruption, at once, I was thrown into a chasm, an endless one at that. If I am accurate with my calculations, it’d take over a year to go on such a journey. I thought I was lost in space. I regained consciousness when I heard the voices of people crying for help. While pondering on where the noise was coming from, a big rod hit my head (that’s the last I remember). Demons, funny-looking creatures with horns dragged me and tied my hands. They set me ablaze, my skin melted like ice, I begged to die. I was baffled, so, I asked for my crime. One of them told me I was sent down there because I was not found worthy of living in the Holy Hill. What’s my offence? I yelled in agony and he told me I was an adulterer.
Indeed, I was guilty, however, I did it just once. I thought I’d be exonerated because of my good deeds. I exclaimed, even a deaf man would hear my voice. I looked around me and saw a familiar face, our choirmaster!!! His case was different, he got a member pregnant and asked her to abort it.
We all groaned as the ghouls engraved crests on our chests with red-hot rods. Abruptly, a flash of light illuminated our faces, a dignified personality ordered them to release me. They followed suit and I was relieved of my position. Finally, help came! He took me to a poolside and we had a chat, He gave me water to drink and my soul was comforted. He told me He wanted me to go back home to share my experience. I asked him why and He said I’d understand eventually.
Before I could say anything more, I sneezed out of my coffin. Yeah, everyone ran… He gave me just two weeks… I penned this down and asked my wife to share it with everyone.
Your life and activities are bare before God. Heaven is real, Hell is dreadful. You’d go someday, you might not get the chance to make your way straight, do it now!
Writer: Damilare Ojo