Jesus And The Horrors Of The Underworld

Fresh from receiving his credit alert, Judas sat excitedly in the five-star lounge of Jabu Hotel with sharwama and a glass of red wine before him. As he sat enjoying his lunch, he kept thinking about the best way to invest the money he had just made from betraying his Master.

He was waiting to meet a real estate broker when he heard two women discussing the Master's fate.

"Condemned to what?", Judas heart raced as he tried to understand what was happening. The cross was definitely not part of the deal.

Leaving behind his exotic lunch, the man who had been paid thirty pieces of silver to betray his master hurried to the temple like a mad woman whose daughter had been stolen to question the integrity of the deal he had closed the previous day.

The reality is confirmed; Judas' victory had been short-lived by the news. Jesus had truly been condemned to death. Realizing his folly, he went away and took his own life.

The Master was tortured and beaten heavily, mercilessly. Oh, how the Roman soldiers took pleasure in shaming him. How onlookers jeered at him.

Finally, he was nailed to the cross. Oh, the pain His mother felt. He died for me, for you. He died as me, as you.

Jesus was buried, but his spirit couldn't ascend to heaven; he still hadn't fulfilled all the claims and requirements of justice for my sins and your sins.

Within seconds of his death, his spirit descended into the abyss. Right there in hell stood Hades, Odin, Death, Amadioha, Zeus, Ogun lakaye, Poseidon and every other fallen angel and filthy demon there is; they had all come from every nation, region and corners of the world to watch the fate of the condemned King and to also have their pound of flesh --- and they did have it. One after the other, they took turns to torment the One who had been condemned.

Oh, how he came face to face with the DARK. He was tortured by Ares. Hera showed Him no mercy, and as Poseidon's spear cut through one of his sides, Odin's spear cut through the other. Mephistopheles stood laughing and begging to have a crack at the condemned King.

"Shut up, Mephistopheles. Don't disrupt the arrangements. I'm next!", shouted Amadioha, a Nigerian heaten god of thunder.

While all these happened, the prince of darkness was being hailed and celebrated. He had delivered the one man they so dreaded. Oh, the cheer Satan received, and the jeer that met the condemned King.

The rage could be felt as the angels looked down and watched. The arch angel Michael and his forces were battle ready. Even Gabriel, famed for bearing good news, had put an armour on. They had seen enough. But the Father wouldn't give the command yet; Father God had turned his back on His beloveth Son.

The torment continued in hell...

Now it was Aphrodite's turn. The heaten goddess of love wrapped her arm seductively around the condemned King and said, "There's no going back now. You will keep me warm for all of eternity."

Heavy laughter met her words and the other hellish maiden lobbied to also have him to themselves.

BUT THE STORY DOESN'T END HERE...

On the third day, the claims of justice had now being fully fulfilled. The Father knowing this turned and gave the command.

Immediately the spirit of God descended into hell. Within seconds, the Holy Spirit had done His recreative work on the Son. He was back in glory and strength, ridden from all wounds, fracture and bruises.

The first demon he took on melted like ice from his punch. Being a former carpenter and coupled with his divinity, his fists were heavy and his punches weighty.

The assault increased when Michael the arch angel and his heavenly troops descended into the abyss. It was indeed a hostile takeover; one the kingdom of darkness had never seen before. Hell and Hades shook from the invasion.

Commotion filled the entire place. Satan was confused. Zeus shouted angrily at him, "We thought you said you had this under control. What is going on here? How did they breach through our defenses?"

Confused, they sought to run but it was too late. They had been surrounded.

"Where is the key to death and hades?", commanded the victorious King.

Slowly, the one who had held the keys for millenniums came forward, and with his head bowed to the ground he relinquished the keys to the risen King.

Having spoiled rulers, authorities, principalities and powers gathered in the great hall of Hades, he made a public spectacle and disgrace of them, triumphing over them.

BUT THE STORY STILL DOESN'T END HERE...

He ascended on high, led captivity captive and gave gifts to men. What's more? He is now seated at the right Hand of the Father in the heavenly places, far above all ruler and authority and power and dominion, and above every name that is named, not only in this age but also in the one to come.

Jesus went through all of this and more for me, for you. Wouldn't you rather go with the winning team?

If you'll like to receive Jesus into your life, please pray this prayer: "Father, I acknowledge that I am a sinner, that Jesus died for me, that you raised Him from the dead. Father please forgive me. I accept Jesus into my life today as my Lord and my saviour. Amen"