is a work of fiction, and is not presented as prophetic
or revelatory. In
fact, the setting is not necessarily doctrinally
accurate. I have taken a portion of Scripture, and expanded on it
fictionally to make a point.
It is my hope and prayer that the point will be
besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has
been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to
you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to
answered, 'Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my
father's house, for I have five brothers. Let him warn
them, so that they will not also come to this place of
torment.'Ē Ė Luke 16:26-27
You were my
best friend. We
fished together. We
went to games together.
As neighbors, we were always borrowing each
otherís tools. Our
children played together.
You helped me fix my car, and I helped you
remodel your house.
We fished together.
And then we died together.
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While it only
happened yesterday, it seems like itís been ages.
We were coming back from fishing, and I was
teasing you for not catching anything. We were laughing, as we usually did when we were together.
You didnít see the drunk driver veer into our
lane until the last second.
I didnít see him at all.
Then it was over.
I can see you
in Heaven, seemingly without a care in the world.
I saw the tears of joy streaming down your face
as you knelt before Jesus.
I saw Him place His hand on your head, and smile
down at you. I
was happy for youÖand then I hated you.
Do you know where I am?!
Have you asked yourself that, yet?!!
Well, Iíve called out to you many times, but
you canít hear me any more than you can see me. Iím in a place called Hades, you selfish jerk!!
get angry at you, and I shouldnít hate you.
But you knew!!
You knew, and you didnít tell me!
All along, I thought Iíd end up where you are.
I went to church quite a bit.
I knew on the surface that you didnít agree
with my church, but we never really discussed it. I led a decent, moral life.
I believed in our prophets, including the last
one you never recognized as a prophet.
I pretty much believed in the Bible, as well as
the later scriptures.
Oh, but you didnít believe in the later
did everything I knew to get to Heaven.
I went through the ceremonies, I led a moral
life, I prayed, and I tried to treat everyone the way I
would want to be treated.
But it wasnít enough, was it?
No, I see that now.
I just wish you had told me.
that salvation came only through faith in Jesus Christ.
I knew that because I heard about it, not because
you told me. I
believed in Jesus.
I just thought there was more to it all.
It turns out you were right, and I was wrong.
What hurts is that you knew I was wrong all
along, but you never said anything to me about it!!
You betrayed me, and you let me come to this God
forsaken place! Some
friend you turned out to be.
I see a lot
of things clearly now. I see that Jesus Christ IS the only way to salvation.
I see that He is Lord of all, and all my efforts
to earn my salvation were wasted, because I did not rely
on Him. I
didnít accept Him for who He really is.
I also see my fate.
Iíll be stuck forever in torment with the same
evil one who deceived me, and who deceived the prophets
of my religion. Theyíre
here too. I
see Iíll never escape this torment, for the rest of
you tell me? Were
you afraid I wouldnít believe you, and youíd be
kind of friend would let me come to this place rather
than risk embarrassment?!
Were you afraid Iíd be angry with you?
I might have been, I just donít know.
I know if I had been angry with you, it
wouldnít have lasted long.
I would have gotten over it.
But you preferred our peaceful coexistence over
sharing the truth with me.
Would I have believed you?
I donít know.
I might not have, but you would have given me
something to think about.
Then again, I might have eventually come around.
We wonít know though, will we?
You never gave me that chance.
And for that, my dear old friend, I hate you with
a hate I have never known before.
This place brings a certain clarity and sharpness
to hate. I
loved you once, but in spite of your good show, you
never loved me enough to make sure I went where you are
were always as close as we were.
I imagine theyíre even closer now, as they
depend on each other to get through their grief. Your wife knows the truth.
Mine does not.
I only hope your wife isnít the coward you
hope she has the guts to confront my wife with the
truth. I hope sheís willing to risk embarrassment, or my wifeís
hope she loves my wife as much as you claimed to love
chasm between us is fixed.
I hope both our wives end up on that side.
Itís too late for me now.
Thanks for nothing.
Read Luke 16:19-31 for the story of the rich man
and Lazarus. Then
think of those in your life who do not know Christ.
Think about which side of the fixed chasm you
want them to spend eternity.
Eventually, the opportunity for second chances
will run out. As
a man or woman of faith, do you also have the courage to
share that faith? Sharing
the gospel with people youíre close to can be
daunting, but it is truly a matter of life or
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