The Frying Zone
Narrator:Consider if you will the story of "the Rich Man and Lazarus". The rich man was not granted a request to come back from Hell to warn his family. But what if somewhere in the sands of time GOD lets one man have his last request to warn his family.
(talking to the warrior angels on his left) Yes, I know HE doesn’t normally anybody to do this (sob). How much time do I have? Two minutes Uh wow ok. (He looks forward as if looking into a video camera and starts crying.)
Man:
Johnny, Amy this is daddy. Tell my story to your mom, your friends, my friends and, anybody who will listen. I don’t want anybody to end up here.
Remember our neighbor down the street Ms. Shelly? You know her. She has the fish on her mini van. She was always trying to let us allow you two to go to that religious camp with her kids but we would never let you go. Well, we should have let you go.
It’s very hot here where I am. I feel like I keep running faster and faster to keep getting away from the flames. There’s a pain like something that keeps eating at my feet but, I’m not bleeding. The sting keeps growing more and more intense by the second. My own screaming fills my ears. Nobody hears me. I see another person in the distance running. It took me forever to figure out that I’m looking at the image of myself in a mirror.
My mind keeps repeating over and over again the chances I’ve had to avoid this place that I’ve ignored. There was this girl in college named Jen. I was too busy looking at her (um) sweater to listen to her. Jen’s message is still etched in my brain like a granite statue. It’s haunting me like that dripping faucet in our house. You know like the faucet in our bathroom that only seemed to drip when I was trying to sleep. (He looks to the left) What? Get on with it. I thought all you angels were supposed to be patient or something, (He looks forward again.)
Look kids, we all have violated GOD’s law. HE is holy and can’t stand sin in his presence. So one little white lie to your mom or me has put you into deep trouble. GOD sent HIS son JESUS to live a perfect life and die in your place. You need to believe in JESUS and follow HIM or, else you are going to end up like me. It’s like a boy with a bunch of presents under the Christmas tree. If he doesn’t open them then he doesn’t have the stuff inside the box. (He looks to his left again.) What! ? Time to go already? Please, it seems like I’ve been in this torment for five years. How long have I been here anyway? TWO DAYS!? (He looks forward again.)
Johnny, Amy please don’t make the same mistake I made. I BEG YOU. DON"T END UP HERE!
