Three Days in the Bowels of the Earth (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9798869384935)

What happened during those three days? Everything! The powers of hell were shattered and demons scattered. The righteous were set free, me, I was set free. The grave lost its sting. And the door to eternal life was flung wide open. It wasn't just silence. It was strategy. It wasn't just darkness. It was descent. It wasn't a defeat. It was the deepest victory ever won. You may never hear a sermon about this in church. You may never read it on a greeting card. But do not let the fool, fool you and silence you. What Jesus did between the cross post, and the resurrection post wasn't a pause. It was a war, and he won the greatest battle that has ever raged on the battlefront of the soul.

Paul puts his pen to parchment and writes, "Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might. Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil" (Ephesians 6:10-11, KJV). Paul takes his hands, cuffs his mouth, and shouts out to the church, "Finally, there is something more I can tell you." Finally, he can give us a revelation from God that the church has never heard before. The revelation is this: "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places" (Ephesians 6:12, KJV).

Finally, Paul can tell us that we are in a very real war-a war that is so brutal and so intense. This war is more important than carrying eighteen ounces of hot air across the end zone. This war is about eternal souls. This war is about your sons and your daughters. This war is about the future of this nation. This war will determine where you will spend forever, in heaven or hell, and this war does not care if you believe it or not. CHRIST HAS GIVEN US TOTAL VICTORY OVER THE TERROR OF THE GRAVE!

IS JESUS YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR, FROM CHAINS TO ENDLESS PRAISE!

Praise and shout for joy if Jesus Christ is your Savior and Lord, you are going to heaven. This is a hallelujah shakedown, praising and glorified. I see this in my cerebral cortex: You will be a guest at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb, a Jewish fiesta. Your future is to walk the avenues and the golden streets of heaven, not walking on asphalt, living in the suburbs of heaven created by the Architect of the Ages. You will be crowned with victor crowns of glory, dazzling white robes of righteousness, singing, praising, and shouting on the mountaintops of blazing glory. Men will beat their swords into plowshares and study war no more.

This is where the lame leap, the deaf hear, and the blind see. This is where the asthmatic can run like an Olympian with no shortness of breath. There will be no crying or dying; heaven is your home, God is your Father, and the Lamb is the perpetual light. We are pilgrims, strangers, and searchers here searching for a city whose Builder and Maker is God. There will be an innumerable host around the banister in the celestial, holy city.

Heaven will have the greatest concert ever. Our faith begins with a song, with angels praising on top of Bethlehem's Manger, and our faith ends with a song with the saints of God praising on the sea of glass, which is the song of the redeemed before the throne of God. Do you want your sainted mother, dad, and loved ones, playing the heavenly hallelujah jamboree, shouting from the balconies of heaven, cheering you on to get saved and win the race? Run the race and finish the race!