This servant of God saw a young man from her congregation in hell. The most shocking thing is that he had received a Christian burial. Yet, when God showed her hell, she saw him being punished by demons with chains and being whipped. Beloved, pay attention. Sometimes we believe we are saved when we are actually deeply mistaken. To avoid making that mistake, you need to see this testimony. It will leave a lasting mark on your life starting today.
I am Hong Yurin. I grew up in a broken home, yet God was there with me. I went through many experiences. At the age of 15, Satan began working on my mind, filling it with garbage and then making me believe that the only way to find peace was to take my own life. I attempted suicide, but God did not allow it. God was there, even though I didn't understand it at the time.
Often, you might say, "I don't know why I am on this earth. I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm worthless." You start thinking things that are the exact opposite of what God says in his word. But each of us was born with a special purpose.
When I was 19, I decided to travel to this country, but I ended up staying in Guatemala. God didn't let me make that trip. That is where I met the man who is now my husband. Later, after we had been together for some time, we decided to unite as a couple. He took me to the place where we live now, where we currently reside in Guatemala.
A series of problems began in our home. And do you know why? Because I became a very jealous woman, extremely jealous. The jealousy I felt was intense. We decided to seek a God, but I had accepted God into my heart much like many people do today. I say this without meaning to offend, but it is simply the reality of the situation.
Often, when an evangelist visits or we hear a message like the one you are about to hear, crowds of people show up, but not out of genuine repentance. Instead, they come driven by emotion or other factors. That is how I had received Jesus, or at least, that is what I claimed. But when we truly receive Jesus, our lives change. Amen. Yet, I showed no such changes.
The worst part was that, even while attending church and claiming to be a Christian for 6 years, our home life told a different story. We would go to church and sing, and everyone would say, "What a lovely couple." But at home, we were the exact opposite. We would sing and say, "Amen. Glory to God." and read the Bible at church, but at home, it was a different world. There were problems and shouting. The neighbors were aware of everything happening around us.
And you know, when it happens in your life, people often say, "If that's what being a Christian looks like, I'd rather be nothing at all." That is exactly what was happening with us. People would say, "If being a Christian means being like them, we're better off not being Christians."
It reached the point where I began to feel the urge to commit suicide and to take my husband's life. I would think, "I'll kill him first, then my three children, and finally myself." All the while, I claimed to be a Christian. As time went on, the problems grew worse and worse until we were living in the same house, but leading completely separate lives.
We didn't interfere with each other. It was as if we weren't even married. We stayed together solely for the sake of the children, to avoid being separated from them. We were there at night, singing to God. Do you think God was receiving that praise? I wasn't receiving it. God wasn't receiving it because the Lord says, "Obedience comes before sacrifice."
And listen closely. I decided to go to my pastor and tell her everything that was happening. She was shocked because it was nothing like the life we were living inside the church where we were just pretending to be Christians. She said to me, "Child, seek God. He is the only one who can help you." Those words pierced my heart.
I began to seek your presence and I truly want to feel you. I want to feel not just weep out of emotion, but that is a lie. Hell is right here, but I want you to know that is a lie because there is a hell. And we read in Revelation that neither idolaters, nor hypocrites, nor liars, nor unbelievers, nor the sexually immoral, nor sorcerers will inherit the kingdom of heaven. Instead, they are on the path to the lake of fire, to hell.
It was after I had been seeking God for 7 months and he had already done a special work in my life that I had that horrible experience. I felt God pull me out of my body. I felt a pain right at my chest and God pulled me out of my body.
While hovering above, I saw my body lying next to my husband while I was suspended in the air. I began to wonder, "What is happening? Why am I up here and also down there? What is going on?" A light appeared in that small room along with a hand. I have no idea where it came from. A voice spoke, not just a sound, but a voice saying, "Do not fear. I will be with you." Yet, I did not understand what was happening.
That hand, emerging from the light, took hold of me and lifted me out of my house. We rose to a considerable height where I could see all the houses, my neighbors' rooftops, and everything else from above. Suddenly, that hand pulled me downward and we began to travel at a speed I cannot even describe. We entered a funnel-shaped tunnel. I still did not understand what was happening. In a split second, I found myself in a place completely unknown to me.
The light and the hand vanished, leaving me alone in that place. I began to notice that the walls were made of earth and a disgusting, viscous fluid was oozing from them. I started walking not knowing where I was or what was happening. Clouds were drifting through the area, gray clouds moving about. As I walked, the clouds parted to make way for me.
Suddenly, like a curtain being drawn back, the gray clouds opened completely. And the sight was a profound shock to my very being. I saw millions upon millions of souls in that place. I heard terrifying screams and smelled a stench so nauseating I could barely endure it. There were screams coming from everywhere. I couldn't tell exactly where because in hell, the senses are heightened. I could see and hear things from a great distance.
Hell is divided much like the human body. It had a right arm, a left arm, a right leg, a left leg, and a jaw as well. And I don't know from which part of it the screams were coming, but I could see millions of souls running about in that place, crying out, "God, God, have mercy on me and take me out even for just a second so I can repent. Let me be the poorest person on earth, but just get me out of here."
When I saw those millions of souls and heard those terrifying screams begging God for a single second, I realized I was in none other than hell itself and I began to scream and cry out, "God, why am I here if I repented of my sins? Get me out, Lord, because I can't bear this. Have mercy on me and take me out of here." But there was no answer. I felt so alone and hearing the screams of those souls begging God for a second, saying, "God, please now I truly believe. Get me out of here." This made me think.
Many people say, "Yes, I know hell exists." But they don't grasp the magnitude of that place. Many live a comfortable gospel doing whatever they please with their lives, following trends and doing all sorts of things while millions of souls are battling for that very second you are wasting here on earth.
I began to see that all the souls in that place had a plaque on their chests identifying them. And that is why I am always grateful to him because he didn't leave me there. God is just and practices justice. And this woman didn't make the decision to tell him, "Well, marry me. If you don't want to, well, you will have to answer to God. But let me serve the Lord." Yet she chose to live that way. Death took her by surprise and now she is in hell itself begging God for just a second.
I was paying attention to what God was telling me at that moment. I saw how the worms crawled into the places where the eyes normally are, huge holes. And the worms would enter and the souls would scream, "Get it off me. Get it off me." I saw how the fire engulfed the souls. There were moments when the souls looked just as we do here and in a split second they would transform into nothing but a skeleton. Then they would turn into a flame of fire shaped like a human.
But the torment there wasn't so much about the demons. It isn't the fire nor the worms. It is the conscience alive and constantly reminding you that you had the opportunity but rejected it. It isn't enough to say, "I go to church. I am a Christian." You must demonstrate it through your actions for the Bible says, "It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God."
You either are or you aren't. You must define yourself. Either you serve God genuinely or you give yourself over to the world. But you cannot serve two masters. It is impossible. You must serve God with all your heart and stop loving vanity and the things of the world. It is up to you. You decide.
What I want to tell you is that this must happen while you are alive because after death, there is no memorial service, no 9-day prayer vigil that can pull you out of that place. It is while you are alive that you say, "Yes, I accept Jesus and decide to serve him with all my heart."
People speak of a little white lie, but a lie is a lie. There is no such thing as a pious lie or anything of the sort. A lie is a lie, brother, and this is not a game. This is a very serious matter. I do not know how long God kept me in that horrible place, but those screams remain etched in my mind.
Those terrifying screams of souls begging God for a chance saying, "Yes, Lord, please. Even if I have to eat garbage, even if I have to be the most poor thing, but get me out." And so many people do all sorts of things here on earth to get rich, but when they die, all stays here, brother. All of it stays behind. We had better lay up treasures in heaven. Amen.
There is power in Jesus. I felt myself reentering my body. As soon as I felt it, I started touching myself. I fell to my knees and began to say, "God, what happened here? Lord, tell me what happened because I don't understand. Am I losing my mind? What happened to me?" It was a traumatic experience.
And I heard a voice telling me, "This, my child, is real. Go and tell those who practice the things described in that they will not inherit my kingdom. The works of the flesh are evident." And it began to list a series of the fruits of the flesh: idolatry, witchcraft, drunkenness, quarrels, jealousy, strife. Go and tell them that those who practice such things will not inherit my kingdom. I will back you up.
And I began to say to him, "Lord, why didn't you reveal this to my pastor or to someone people would actually believe, but not me, because I was looking at who I used to be rather than what God had already done for me."
And he said to me, "I chose you. And if I chose you, no one is going to question me, because I lift up the very vilest of people, and you can give honor and glory to the Lord, because the Lord has lifted us up from the lowest depths. We aren't here because we were good. We are here because we were bad, but God has already forgiven us. I will stand by you."
I told my husband, and he was amazed. I praise God because from the very first time I shared this experience with him, he believed it and kept saying, "Come on, tell the pastor." I would say, "No, wait."
But a month went by, a time when I wasn't sleeping or eating, and my weight dropped to under 80 lb. Many people where I live said I had AIDS because I was nothing but a skeleton. I hadn't told anyone what had happened. Only my husband and I knew. I wouldn't eat because whenever I tried, I would see those worms in my food. If I was asleep, those terrifying screams begging God for a chance would wake me up, and I couldn't go back to sleep.
And whenever someone died in my neighborhood, it was terrible for me. When the announcement came that someone had passed away, I would say, "My God, that person is in that place, Lord." And my wife would tell me, "You can't get like this every time someone dies." But let me tell you, brother, there is a difference between hearing about it and actually living through it.
I was traumatized. My mind was completely consumed by it. I felt like at any moment I was going to end up in that place. That foul stench was horrible. It followed me wherever I went. I felt so nauseous I couldn't keep anything down because that odor had so deeply penetrated my senses.
