Walking with ease into the building, Richard knew what it was, but the over-familiarity with what it is has made him loose the value of all what his parent has taught him about this place. They are dead now, may the Lord bless there soul.
He sat down to hear the day ritual of preaching, this is what has been happening since he was born, every sunday, messages meant to scare you from hell and in turn run to God, always fall into deaf ear.
The preacher was different today though, he came for Richard soul, doling out bit by bit the horrible horrors of hell, telling of its tormenting, the blame game over there, Richard for once remembered how his mother use to fight his dad at the slightest disagreement, the preacher didn't hide anything, he made it known to all.
And gradually the reality starts to dawn on him, his parents t are in hell, in torment for the past six years since they died in a car crash. The horrible picture kept on getting deeper as the preacher kept on hammering on the structural properties of hell and it's people. Telling the congregation at large, if they ever miss paradise, then the fault was there's.
Rounding it up by making an altar call, Richard was full of tears that day, he didn't want to end the bad way. He wanted a good life and a better day. And that the best resolve he ever made. Rather, that's the best thing one can do to himself, Accept Jesus as Personal Lord and Savior.
