A Portrait of Hell
“It is the iron crown of hell, for Christ reigneth there supreme. Not only in the dazzling brightness of heaven, but in the black impenetrable darkness of hell is his omnipotence felt, and his sovereignty acknowledged; the chains which bind damned spirits are the chains of his strength; the fires which burn are the fires of his vengeance; the burning rays that scorch through their eyeballs, and melt their very heart, are flashed from his vindictive eye. There is no power in hell besides his. The very devils show his might. He chaineth the great dragon. If he give him a temporary liberty, yet is the chain in his hand, and he can draw him back lest he go beyond his limit. Hell trembles at him. The very howlings of lost spirits are but deep bass notes of his praise . While in heaven the glorious notes shout forth his goodness; in hell the deep growlings resound his justice, and his certain victory over all his foes. Thus his empire is higher than the highest heaven, and deeper than the lowest hell.”
Can’t you just feel the weight of that truth? “The fires which burn are the fires of His vengence...” Like molten metal pounded against an anvil so Satan and his minions will wring out their punishment for all eternity for the glory, joy and praise of Jesus Christ. I long for the day when all things will be placed under the feet of Jesus and the last breath of rebellion crushed forever.
(thanks 9Marks)
