A Tour of Hell

I dreamed I was on a bus tour—a tour into the bowels of hell.

The bus entered a cavern and descended a rugged mountain road. The air became warm and humid. As we progressed downward I began to smell sulfur.  The heat soon turned from warm to hot, to intense.

When we arrived at the bottom, the bus continued on a narrow dirt road. I could see in the distance a lake, but instead of water, it appeared to be roiling lava.

The bus stopped and we were permitted to take a brief walking tour.  For some reason, I don’t remember staying with the group. I seemed to be walking by myself, feeling the oppression of the awfulness surrounding me. My eyes and my entire body were burning from the heat. The smell of sulfur made it difficult to breathe, but I kept walking.

There were many people. Some were cave dwellers, others were living in small huts made of dirt or clay adobe. Some dwellings had short walls and no roofs, like small corrals for animals. Yet, there were people living there—grotesque, wretched people.

Some were headless, yet very much alive and walking.  Some had boils and oozing sores. They were like monsters, yet harmless and too miserable to be a threat.

They did not talk among themselves, nor were they silent. They moaned, cursed and shrieked in pain. None called out for help,  as if they knew it was useless. I don’t recall hearing anyone take the Lord’s name in vain. By now they knew who HE was and did not dare.  No, their situation was beyond hope and they could do no more than just exist in their hideous predicament.

Suddenly I realized I was due back at the bus!  Panic gripped me as I began to hurry, then run, toward our meeting place.  I arrived in time to watch the bus ascend the mountain road without me!  I began running after the bus, hysterically screaming and waving my arms. The bus continued unhindered, up the grade.

I stared in disbelief.  I felt revulsion and fear as never before.

Without hesitating, I knew there was one source whose name brought hope. With all my strength I called out one time,  in the loudest voice I could muster, “JESUS!”

Instantly, a uniformed guard appeared and led me by the hand a short distance to the exit.

I awoke. It was over. I was breathing hard. My heart was racing. I remained motionless for a while, thanking God for delivering me, and considering the significance of the dream.

“Thank you Father, for confirming to me even in a dream, that all the devils of hell are no challenge to the matchless name of Jesus.”

  • Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God. Psalm 20:7
  • But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars—they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death.    Revelation 21:8
  • Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.    Philippians 2:9-11
  • SONG: MY FRIENDWords by D.J. Higgins, Music by Kathleen


    [This life is temporary. This life is short.  When this life is over, our bodies will die and become empty shells, but our souls will continue to live forever.  Where will the “real you” live?  Will you live for all eternity separated from God?  Or will you spend eternity in the presence of God in heaven?   Learn more so you can make your most important decision:   http://www.godlife.com/gospel/  and  http://www.godlife.com/en/about-christianity

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About Kathleen

God delights in working through His people as they submit to Him. Jesus said to go into all the world and preach the good news to everyone (Mark 16:15). No matter where we live on this planet, people are separated from God because of sin. We ALL need a Savior, and there’s only ONE. It brings me great joy to share Christ with the lost and lonely. Over the years I’ve learned a great deal while facilitating Bible studies. I’ve found myself on college and university campuses, the beach, the streets, the hospital, the jail and the juvenile facility for incarcerated teens sharing God’s message of love. I also serve as an online missionary with Global Media Outreach. I’ve seen countless lives transformed when people turn away from sin and turn to Jesus. The changes God makes are real and lasting. These are some of my experiences. NOTE: My stories have been altered, removing any and all identifying factors. This includes names and other particulars in order to protect confidentiality and anonymity.
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13 Responses to A Tour of Hell

  1. Kathleen says:

    Indeed. Korah’s Rebellion was quite a dramatic judgment!

  2. Matthew says:

    Powerful dream. Also encouraging reminder of the power in the name of Jesus.

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