The resurrection of the wicked saints will be for the purpose of uniting their tortured souls, now knowledgeable of their horrible, irrevocable fate, with immortalized bodies that they may be doubly punished for their sins.
According to the Scriptures they shall be cast body and soul into the fiery pits of Hell. Have you ever considered what awaits sinners in that horrid abyss? Deep down in the depths thereof is a lake of fire with lavic brimstone dashing its seething searing billows against the precipitous shores. Into that caldron of everlasting fire the writhing, screaming victims of their own selfishness are cast headlong while demons mock, yet curse their own agonizing eternity of unalleviated woe.
In Hell, the lust of the flesh will rage through the body, yet find no gratification. Never!! No, that lust will burn the more tantalizingly and there will be no means of gratification. Drunkards whose burning whiskey appetite drove them to pour ever increasing quantities of fiery dregs down their throats will find their craving for strong drink increased ten thousand fold. But not one benumbing, inebriating drop will be theirs to drink. Fornicators and adulterers with soul and body aflame with fleshly lusts driving them like madmen will find no requite for their vile passions though they burn millions of years. The grape juice and unleavened bread partaken in disrespect will gnarl the appetite of remembrance to greater and greater dominions of passion. The songs sung with light heartedness will ever ring out in their minds with hatred for themselves because they missed the opportunity afforded them. The prayers, Oh! the prayers– un-prayed and prayed will ring out in their ears of remembrance bursting in gnawing discomfort because no one with a loving arm of kindness will reach out for them in tender compassion.
Moan on, lost soul. Scream, lost hellion. Let fiery spray dash into your tortured face forever!! Where shall you turn to escape even for one moment the raging fury of the lake of fire? What if you are so fortunate as to climb the precipitous shores of the lake? Will you find surcease in dashing along a maddened pace over a smoking, smoldering, blistering crust of burning rock which lacerate and sear your unshod feet? As you rush on and on and on for ever and ever on your starless, hopeless, trackless way; you will hear a cry in the distant waves of anguish yet to be endured, crying “Lost, lost, LOST.” That cry will be but the echo of your own voice, swelled by the dirge of millions of others who also had the opportunity and privilege you have turned down! Breathing fire, bathed in fire, with mighty sulfuric and caustic fumes into an already burning, searing, choking atmosphere, you will pray for death but your god, who only you can entertain in prayer, will be at your side in the same anguish! But you can never die, nor know any relief of one fleeting moment of unconsciousness. Rather, your burning conscience shall add its tortures to the fires of this eternal hell the likes of which could never have been told in words!!
My wayward brother, you may mock and ridicule this truth by claiming a lake of fire and a place of darkness cannot exist in any reality; many try to explain away what they do not want to understand; but God’s hand is not shortened—for we have seen only the beauty of His handiwork while here on this beautiful planet. God can so order His creation or so warp your senses that you can at once see the lurid flames of the lake of fire, and yet be caught up in the sensation of being cast out into a void of blackness so deep and impenetrable that you will be as one all alone!!
