…and he looked up and saw something different. He saw someone, like a Son of Man, talking with Lazarus and the rest…
The man looked at the ground of jagged stone and sobbed. His tears were his constant meal as he crawled his way across the harsh landscape an inch at a time. He could never catch a full, deep breath as the fond memories of the sweet cool air that he once knew in life was replaced with smoke, sulfur, and heat that constantly filled his lungs. The screams and cries for help filled his ears with their repeating choruses of regret, pain, and anguish. His hands, hands that once felt the smoothness of his purple robe and fine linen, were now filled with soot, calluses, and cuts from the rocks that were his path and bed. The once rich man whose mind seemed to race, but still clear, went over the conversation with father Abraham again and again, his words still ringing in his ears, “Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony.” He remembered his brothers and lamented that he could not warn them. He remembered the good things he had in his former life. He remembered, and it brought him more agony, more than the cuts, the thirst, the thunderous noise of screams that sang the same melody of regret.
The once rich man looked up from his stony path to see a man that lay in front of him. He was new, not covered in wounds, burns, and blisters from the rocks. He had the fresh look of bewilderment, despair, and horror that one has when first entering the land of Sheol. Conversations were irrelevant here, but he chose to engage this pitiful soul in dialogue, if not to replace the repeating symphony that continued in his own soul.
“You! What were you in your other life? Were you possibly at one of my fine banquets, where good food abounded, or did I trade with you at one time?” the rich man asked, hoping that this new arrival would have had some part of his old life so he could re-live a time long ago.
“No, I was a thief.” the new arrival replied
“Oh. They caught you, didn’t they. Yes, they always catch you.” the rich man replied, chocking out the words with some semblance of laughter through the sulfur. “Yes, I can see the holes. Oh yes, they caught you all right.”
The new arrival looked around. He looked high and low as if he had lost a precious jewel and became enraged when he again cast his gaze back at the man with his dirty smile that seemed to drip words of torment.
“There was another, no, two others that were with me. WHERE ARE THEY? They should be with me in this place!”
“Well, this place is vast,” the once rich man said, “it can hold many, and more come every day if there is a day. Were they thieves as well? Did they share the same rich life you had?” the rich man chuckled.
“No.” the thief replied, “In fact, the one closest to me said that He was a King and that He, and the other one, would be together in Paradise.”
Paradise…Abraham’s Bosom, yes, the man knew this word and did not doubt what the thief had said.
It was an effort for the rich man to look up to converse with the thief in dialogue. He not only saw the new arrival but the horrors around him. He saw people that he once knew from his childhood engaged in their own torture, heard their screams and witnessed their once proud form transform into pitiful shells of madness that spoke aloud the same songs of regret that whirled through his mind and through the air of this foul place. Once proud men and women brought low by that same pride of life that he once had.
It was hard for the man to look up, but the words rang more clear in his head than ever before…Paradise… Long ago, when he was new in Sheol, he looked up to Paradise, but never chose to look up again, until now. Something was urging him to gaze once more into Abraham’s Bosom, to speak to someone not covered in sores, soot, sulfur, and shame. He looked up and saw something different. He saw someone, like a Son of Man talking with Lazarus and the rest of the people there. He recognized many of them and they gathered around this man, this light that shined brighter than anything he had ever seen. The chasm was filled with a brilliance that could not be ignored by anyone as the Son of Man’s Words seemed to dance on the beams of light. The Words echoed everywhere and they were the same, “It is finished…it is finished.” Lazarus, once a leper that begged for scraps of food outside his house, Lazarus, and the multitude, cheered and their songs accompanied the theme of the message in the glorious harmony that all accounts of sin were no longer an issue, that they were paid in full.
The rich man, thief, and everyone else looked into the light, heard the song and began to weep, for they knew that this Good News did not apply to them. They knew that this man, this Jesus, would one day be their judge, for in this place came the knowledge that there would be another place where they would go, a far, far worse place that would make their temporary abode seem like the Paradise they longed for now.
As the multitude looked up, they saw something strange. In the twinkling of an eye, Paradise was empty, which filled them with such sadness and despair. This Jesus had taken them somewhere else, to where they did not know, but filled with the knowledge that they would one day see, if only for an instant.
There was no one left. Lazarus, Abraham, Moses, David, Isaiah…everyone was gone.
The man and thief turned towards each other. Both of them instinctively knew what had happened. The man that the thief mocked was a King and how the thief had wished that he had a change of heart like his counterpart had in his earthly life. The man that was once dressed in purple and fine linen knew how naked he was now and how he wished that he had purchased gold from the source so he could have seen what he was truly like in his earthly life and turned towards the Son.
In an instant, what was once a brilliant light in Paradise was now in their midst. The glory that radiated from this Jesus illuminated the land of Sheol and it’s inhabitants and showed all that was around them and within them with crystal clarity. The same words uttered by the Son of God were spoken again from His lips and everyone begged and wept for a second chance, but the man knew what His answer would be.
As Jesus finished His song of victory, He turned towards the rich man with pity in His eyes.
“You will be remembered, not in glory, but as a warning,” Jesus said.
The rich man’s eyes fell back towards the stony ground as the light left. Everything was dark again and the song of victory that once filled the air was again replaced with the songs of torment and agony as each pitiful soul began their individual choruses that filled this wretched place. Soon, they will be called out and soon, this place will be destroyed, and soon, they will reside in an even worse place that is known as Hell, or as others call it, the lake of fire.
This story, inspired by the Holy Spirit, is a work of fiction but based on scripture. You won’t find, beyond the scriptural references, these events, and conversations within the Bible. While it may seem silly for me to even write this part, I wanted to paint a picture of events that might have happened between the time between the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and while Jesus DID go to set the captives free, the dialogue comes from the inspiration given to me by the Holy Spirit. I take responsibility for the writing but give all the glory back to God through His Son, Jesus Christ.
Are you being called by God? Do you feel that you need to come to Jesus to be forgiven? It is only through Jesus Christ that we can be reconciled to the Father, for it is God’s wish that no one sees destruction, but that everyone comes to salvation through His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ (2 Peter 3:9).
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. 17 For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.” ~John 3:16
““Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also. 4 And where I go you know, and the way you know.” Thomas said to Him, “Lord, we do not know where You are going, and how can we know the way?” Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” ~John 14:1-6
“The Jews then complained about Him, because He said, “I am the bread which came down from heaven.” And they said, “Is not this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? How is it then that He says, ‘I have come down from heaven’?” Jesus therefore answered and said to them, “Do not murmur among yourselves. No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him; and I will raise him up at the last day.” ~John 6:41-44