The people You meet in Hell!

"Father, if it be possible; may this cup pass from me… Not my will; but Your's be done."

The bright flash of searing judgement filled the cave of Gethsemane. Jesus wanted to sit up; the Divinity of his intension willing to face this challenge head on. Humanity though, he knew could not withstand the confrontation of God's fiery indignation.

The breath tore from his body as he watched the severance of mortal life from the Divine Son of God. Further into the darkness he plunged. Like the great sea covering all the earth; he felt the terror of every man, beast and soul of where he plunged into.

Those in the grave do not praise you Lord.

His thoughts scrambled like the raging waves that assailed His great cosmic work.

If Jacob fails; his inheritance is lost. The thoughts haunted him.

The eerie whale of millennia of the the condemned grew deathly silent as Jesus could feel all attention turn to him.

All heaven and hell were stunned.

The Righteous One had been cast into condemnation.

Only one sound could be heard; (even if it could be considered a sound)? The quivering of Satan; the head cherub had been torn from his place of authority and cast into the pit. The demons themselves could not bear to look at him; as they too quivered in terror of their own sealed fate.

O Lord God, to whom vengeance belongs; O God, to whom vengeance belongs, shew thyself.

The mumbled words emerged from the depths of Jesus's memory.

Lift up thyself, thou judge of the earth: render a reward to the proud.

Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?

How long shall they utter and speak hard things? and all the workers of iniquity boast themselves?

He heard his own faint voice declare.

They break in pieces thy people, O Lord, and afflict thine heritage.

They slay the widow and the stranger, and murder the fatherless.

Yet they say, The Lord shall not see, neither shall the God of Jacob regard it.

Understand, ye brutish among the people: and ye fools, when will ye be wise?

He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? he that formed the eye, shall he not see?

All of Sheol listened attentively.

We understand our condemnation….Their thoughts rang in Omniscient ears.

He that chastises the heathen, shall not he correct? he that teaches man knowledge, shall not he know?

The Lord knows the thoughts of man, that they are vanity.

Blessed is the man whom thou chastens, O Lord, and teaches him out of thy law;

That thou mayest give him rest from the days of adversity, until the pit be dug for the wicked.

For the Lord will not cast off his people, neither will he forsake his inheritance.

But judgment shall return unto righteousness: and all the upright in heart shall follow it.

His pleas continued as the plan played out in time.

The…. soulless form of the last Adam followed along the intent of His Father; as the Sanhedrin guard pushed him through the streets of Jerusalem.

Yet from Sheol the monologue continued to speak to the condemned cosmos:

Who will rise up for me against the evildoers? or who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity?

Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence.

When I said, My foot slips; thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.

Shall the throne of iniquity have fellowship with thee, which framed mischief by a law?

Dread overtook the souls in hell. What if He won't hear him? This single desperate thought permeated their presence.

Yet still his one lone voice declared:

They gather themselves together against the soul of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.

But the Lord is my defense; and my God is the rock of my refuge.

And he shall bring upon them their own iniquity, and shall cut them off in their own wickedness; yea, the Lord our God shall cut them off.

The words pierced the demons and they covered their ears in the pantomime of feigned deafness. Did they regret their allegiance to Lucifer? They all wondered of themselves.

He who'd led this revolt lay silent before their downcast eyes. The smoke of his torment burned their nostrils. His crushed head flowed of bitter darkness. How would they hope in the master of lies, who'd received this deadly blow?

Yet the monologue of the one Righteous voice continued.

Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.

O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my goodness extended not to thee;

But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.

Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.

The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintaines my lot.

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.

I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons.

Yes, You speak, truth of our condemnation.

The multitudes of lost souls cowered in their naked shame. How is it that…. he is here? They searched their own sinful lives, as the Son of God stood in their midst.

Surely something has not gone amiss with the Divine?

Is the Almighty at a loss for justice?

I have set the Lord always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices: my flesh also shall rest in hope.

For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

Night passed into dim dawn as perplexed Pilate sat, chin in hand gazing at this mystery before him. For a split second of genuine inquiry; a feeble prayer escaped: "God, what do I do?"

The Father remained silent as His condemned Son raised empty hands from across the great divide;….. where his own Father didn't even hear his recitations.

Yet all of the universe listened intently.

Just when all was feared lost; the darkest hour was yet to come.

"YOU WANT ME TO CRUCIFY YOUR KING?" Pilate hollered.

"WE HAVE NO KING BUT CAESAR!"

The crowd began to bellow wildly as Pilate stood up from his judgement seat. He looked ominously at the centurion and than at the shell of…. Jesus; the one they call Christ…..

Pilate let out one last sigh before he motioned to the centurion to bring the water basin.

The rams horns sounded again, to call the people to order as Pilate stood holding the basin, for as to show the crowd. When things quieted a bit; he handed the basin to the commander of the guard.

"I AM GUILTLESS OF THIS INNOCENT MAN'S BLOOD, THAT IS SHED FROM HERE ON!" Pilate declared. "UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS TO YOU!"

"HIS BLOOD BE UPON US AND OUR CHILDREN!" The crowed…. cheered.

All of Sheol gasped; and… Thus Pilate washed his hands.

The whine of cowardly demons grew into a tempest of icy death; that flooded forth to invade the earth. Little did the human populous realize what was to transpire.

The fierce wrath of the Almighty burned hotter to meet this desperately destructive evil; as frightened soldiers attending the most infamous execution in history, stared helplessly into the darkening sky.

Looking for and hasting unto the coming of the day of God, wherein the heavens being on fire shall be dissolved, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat!

The angels began to panic as the outermost reaches of the expansive universe began to collapse into supernovas. Stars died and whole galaxies burned in that span between noon and three down on earth.

And even unto the bitter end of time; men watched these stars destruction through telescopes poised in space. 2000 years at the speed of light, did it take to reach earth; all for lost and puzzled astronomers to witness... some how believing this all happened billions of years ago.

And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring;

The souls in Sheol began to weep bitterly.

Yet the Righteous one continued:

O Lord, rebuke me not in Thy anger, neither chasten me in Thy hot displeasure.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all mine enemies.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.

Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.

All of the cosmos violently shook as Sheol was rent. The reverberation of the chaos of release rumbled its presence into the world of the living. It was coming, coming for all of them; the Divine train of the delivered.

Jesus slowly opened his swollen eyes as the light returned to earth.

Stunned soldiers stared back at him.

"It is finished." He muttered in words only his Father understood and exhaled the final…. breath of life.

The shuttering that rocked the cosmos demonstrated its power onto the realm of unaware men; as the graves split open and half of the Mount of Olives slid into the valley.

Yet remained poised on the site; the sign of the son of man in heaven. And they all peered to earth. Coming in the clouds of glory. And the angels screeched in ecstatic relief as many of millennia of the blood bought, stood in awe of mixed elated trepidation before the throne of God.

"Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof."

An elder pointed out to one dear saint; sorely lost in…. the mix of time.

Jesus stood before His Father…. in all the glory of the sacrificial mess that he was. He held out his hands….

…..and took the book out of the right hand of him that sat upon the throne.

"This is my Son….. in whom I am well pleased." HE declared to … Him.

Jesus cried tears of unspeakable relief as He once again held the deed of the cosmos in His hands. His Father smiled, wiped the tears away and turned HIS Son to His inheritance.

And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints.

And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;

Amen!