Dear Pastor–

I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no such a place called Hell. Papa says, “If you see it in The Bible, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth; is there a place called Hell?

– Virginia

Dear Virginia,

Your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a place called Hell. It exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, just as heaven exists. Alas! how sad it must be to know that there is even such a place called Hell. Yet it was not always this way. For long before you were born, far, far in the distant past, before even time began, God had everything perfect, but a thing called sin entered into the realm of space and time and because of sin, the rebellion of God’s most precious angels (Lucifer), God had to sadly make a place called Hell, not because he hated what Lucifer done, but because God is righteous and disobedience must be punished. So God created within the earth this place called hell. Had God not set this placed called hell into being, there could be no justice in our world today, no penalty for sin and wrong doing, it would make our life today impossible to tolerate.

Not believe in Hell? You might as well not believe in Heaven, angels, Jesus or the Bible! You might find a minister who would say that Hell is an imaginary place, no one has ever saw it, but they would be denying the very word of God they were supposed to defend. Unfortunately Virginia, many ministers today say there is no such place called Hell, it’s become a popular position many would like to take, but they are wrong. For many, many years ago Jesus told us of a story of a rich man who had much in this life, great wealth, many friends, a large home – he had become content in all he had earned. Then Jesus spoke of another man named Lazarus, Lazarus was poor, a beggar who looked upon his rich neighbor with great need. Each day the rich man would pass Lazarus asking for something to eat, for Lazarus had no food to put in his belly, and no home to dwell in, nor a nice soft bed to sleep in much like the rich man had. Yet time and time again, the rich man would pass his poor, starving neighbor without offering to help him. Then one day something happened that would change their futures, for one evening Lazarus died and Jesus said two angels came and carried him away into the loving arms of Abraham, to have eternal rest. But the rich man also died, but there were no angels who would come and carry him away, instead, horrible, filthy monsters, with great claws and outstretched arms with pointy knives for fingers took hold of the wealthy young ruler and escorted him down into the earth, opening the gates to this place called hell. It was there, in this place of torment Virginia, that the rich young ruler called out in terrible torment, so much so that Abraham could hear his cry across the great gulf which divided them both. Father Abraham asked him why he was crying? He deserved the punishment he was receiving. The rich young man who was now in this place called hell pleaded for Lazarus to come and dip his finger in cool water to quench the tip of his tongue because the flames were so great. But Father Abraham reminded him that while in life he had much, but he denied Lazarus any food, not even the very crumbs off of his table, nor did he offer to help Lazarus when he ached with pain from the great sores upon his body that only dogs would come to remedy the pain for him. No, Father Abraham reminded the young man that his justice and penalty was fair and so it should be until the great white throne judgment.

Just because you cannot see it, doesn’t mean it’s not real. You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal truth that lies ahead for us all in eternity, some to everlasting judgment in this place called hell, others to everlasting joy, beauty and glory beyond because they have placed their trust in Jesus Christ. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding as this place called hell. But it was never made for you, but for the Satan and his angels. Not for you, nor for I.

No Hell? It resides there to this day. Even today, many, many thousands of years have passed and even to this very hour, that same rich young ruler is pleading for that same request that someone, anyone, would quench the fiery torment of hells flames. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he and all those who follow Satan will continue to make Hell their eternal home. But there is hope Virginia, and it is found in the written word, “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever will believe upon him shall not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16)

Yes, Virginia, there is a place called Hell. Yet the good news is Jesus paid the price so you and I would not go there, that is the greatest truth we should all hear and embrace.


  1. Jane says:

    Awesome Dear Christopher. Awesome!!!

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