Over The Brink – Concept for a Television Series By Coleman Luck & Coleman Luck III


At this moment, desperate people are about to go over the brink. In their despair, many of them do and lose their lives.  Psychiatrist Daniel Brinkman will do anything to save them.

Three people.

Three case histories all true, but the names are changed.

Three military veterans on the brink.  They represent the heart of this series.

Robert Sanchez:  Mexican American, early 40’s.  He did three tours in Afghanistan as a Marine sniper and has over 50 kills on his record. A year ago, he was paroled after three years in a federal penitentiary.  When Robert left the Marines, he was recruited by MS13 to be a hitman.   Out of desperation because he couldn’t find any other work that would satisfy his shaky adrenalin addiction, he took the job.  As a hitman, he was the hunter, but also the hunted – by other gangs and law enforcement.  Robert was successful and very well-paid, but nightmares started coming.  Over the years, they got worse and worse.  Finally, during his last assignment, he was hit himself and left for dead. But he lived. He was caught and convicted, not for murder, but for conspiracy and membership in the gang.

The plea bargain took a fifteen-year sentence down to three years.  During his time in prison, Robert changed dramatically. He met a good woman, a teacher who taught in the prison, and they married.  Now they have a baby daughter. The last thing that Robert wants is to go back into the old business.  But suddenly, he is being pursued to do so by people who don’t like to be refused.  And the nightmares have returned.

Miriam Lubaton:  Filipina American, 37.  An extremely successful surgeon who earns in the high six figures. As a surgeon in the reserves, she was activated and did a long bloody, front-line tour in Afghanistan.  Coming home, she was never the same.  Every time she enters an operating room she has horrible flashbacks to the most terrifying experience of her life. In Afghanistan, her surgical unit came under mortar attack.  Several of her team died in front of her, blown to pieces and she was seriously wounded. Now her life is falling apart. She drinks, her husband, also a surgeon, is leaving her and taking their two children with him. Miriam is becoming more and more self-destructive.  Recently, in the middle of the night, she drove her Porsche at 120 miles an hour down a freeway. The car spun out and crashed.  It is a miracle that she is alive. But what will happen next time?

Douglas Schroonback:  African American, 93. When he was 18 years old, he was an Army infantryman who fought through the hell known as the Battle of the Bulge and then fought across Europe.  At the end of the war, Douglas came home and began a “normal” life. Working hard in spite of terrible discrimination, he became very successful as a welder.  In 1950, he married. Evelyn, who is still his wife, loves him deeply. Douglas has been a good man, a faithful husband and father. In spite of this, she has known that something was deeply wrong. Something very dark is bound up inside him and it has been there from the first moment they met. Through an iron will, he has controlled it, but in old age, nearing death, things have grown much worse.  Douglas carries a terrible secret from the war that he hasn’t been able to share with anyone and it is eating him alive.

True stories and there are thousands more.

Veterans on the brink. 

At the huge Manhattan VA Harbor Healthcare facility of New York, one of the bravest and most skilled psychiatrists in America stands with these suffering people.  His name is Daniel Brinkman. His patient clients all love him and call him “The Brink”, because of the way he keeps so many of them from falling into a dark abyss.

Brinkman is a graduate of Harvard and Johns Hopkins, but he holds to no particular school of psychotherapy. Many of his professional colleagues do not like the way he works because he is willing to do anything and everything necessary to save lives.  Along with traditional therapies, he uses hypnotherapy and is considered close to an equal with the greatest hypnotherapist who ever lived, the late psychiatrist, Milton H. Erickson.   Also, Daniel has used strange, new therapies such as Rapid Eye Movement and others. His work is not just in an office. He goes out into the streets, where so many lost veterans live.

From long experience, Daniel Brinkman knows that sometimes you must take a man or woman back into the darkest and most terrifying moments buried deep in memory. Above all else, he knows that every combat veteran comes home with a broken heart.  True healing can be found only through forgiveness, both giving it and receiving it.

As he helps so many others, Daniel carries heavy burdens of his own. At 54 years old, he has only been head of psychiatry at the VA hospital for three years. For many years before that, he was the highest level psychiatrist with the CIA and director of the High Value Detainee Interrogation Group, a joint task force of the FBI, CIA and DoD, charged with the ethical and legal interrogation of suspects who pose a potential threat or have information regarding such threats to the security of the United States. His Mobile Interrogation Team traveled to many of the world’s worst and darkest places to interrogate violent detainees.

Through two-decades of intelligence work, Brinkman grew deeply disillusioned. He lived through the years when physical torture was encouraged by the American government. As a young psychiatrist, he witnessed many awful sessions and the memories will not go away.  He counseled interrogators who had done horrifying things to other human beings and were haunted by what they had done. Brinkman nearly lost his career due to his strong objections to torture. At one point he took his objections all the way to the President of the United States.  Finally, he was given permission to form his interrogation group to show that there was another, far more effective and non-violent way, to get information.  He based his system on what is called The Scharff Method, perfected by a German interrogator during WWII who very successfully got information from American Pilots without torture.

However, in spite of all the evidence, many in the military and elsewhere believe that torture is the only way.  There are even leaders who want to go back to the secret techniques of MKULTRA and the “Terror Doctors”, whose highly classified files Brinkman has studied.  It was a constant battle and finally, Brinkman had enough.  He wanted to help people, not manipulate them to get information.  Though he left the CIA, for several reasons he cannot fully disengage.  A strange man named Ernest Lansing, a CIA Assistant Director comes to Daniel for help whenever there is a devastating crisis. It could be a high-value interrogation or a troubled, dangerous operative in the field.  It could even be a suicidal U.S. Senator.  The other reason he can’t disengage is his daughter.

Because of his globe-trotting years, Daniel Brinkman has paid a heavy price in his personal life. He is divorced. His ex-wife, Ella, an African American, is a pediatrician with a wealthy practice in Hartford, Connecticut. She blames him for the lives of their two oldest children.  Their daughter, Harper, 28, is a fast-rising young field officer in the CIA. Her father’s name helped her get into the agency right after college. Harper is very bright, very beautiful and very skilled. Ernest Lansing is quite willing to try to manipulate her to get what he needs from Daniel.  This is not easy. Their son, Daniel Jr., 25, was a Navy SEAL.  Tragically, he is serving a long sentence in the military penitentiary at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas for a crime that he swears he didn’t commit.  Their youngest child, Eric, 17, is adopted and has cerebral palsy. He lives with his mother and has no interest in anything relating to government, the military or medicine.  He wants to be a comedian and YouTube star like his hero, Zach Anner.  The kid really is funny with a biting wit which can drive his parents crazy.

Daniel Brinkman has lived his entire professional life walking on the razor’s edge of a moral and sometimes physical, abyss. Always, he is on The Brink.  Now it is for others.

Layout of the Series

Structured like The Equalizer television series, the first priority will be stories about crises involving veterans.  There are over 20 million living veterans in the United States. They and their families have given much to this country. Many of them are suffering. Veteran stories will include action flashbacks to the past and dangerous situations in the present. Hypnotherapy will offer unusual storytelling opportunities. With these will be season-long arcs dealing with Brinkman’s past, his current CIA involvement and his family.  Over these season arcs, there will be the very slow reveal of the ultimate antagonist.

Pilot Episode Concept

A montage of nightmares.  Day in a city in Afghanistan.  Carefully hidden in a tower, a Marine sniper and his spotter execute a perfect kill.  They are half a mile away from their target, a brutal-looking man. They take him out with one shot.  The shooter is Robert Sanchez. Quickly, the team packs up and leaves.  Night in New York City. Three men are torturing a young man who is hanging by chains from the ceiling. Suddenly, out of the darkness appears Robert Sanchez.  With three shots he kills them. The images speed up.  More kills in Afghanistan.  More kills in New York. Faster and faster they come in screaming horror … until the shot that almost killed him. Robert Sanchez lurches awake covered with sweat.  He’s in bed with his wife.  Sleeping near them is their new baby daughter.   His wife wakes up.  This has been happening almost every night and she’s deeply concerned.  Robert won’t tell her what he is dreaming about.  He has never told her that he was a hitman.  All she knows is that he was in a gang, but isn’t anymore.

Sanchez is sitting in a circle with ten other tough-looking veterans at the New York VA hospital.  Leading the group is Daniel Brinkman.  Robert is very emotional as he tells the story of what happened when he was in the Marines and afterward.  In Flashback, we see him recruited by MS13.  It was a frightening experience.  But he can’t tell the men what he did for them.  All he says is that he spent three years in a federal pen for his involvement with the gang. During that time, his life changed.  He’s been out a year, but bad things are starting to happen and he is desperate.  He would rather die than endanger his wife and little daughter.  The way he has screwed up his life, maybe death is the answer. That’s all he will say.  Everyone in the group is very concerned.  The other men try to talk to him, but he is a stone wall.

The truth comes out in a private session with Brinkman.  Together, they go to the place where Sanchez was shot and almost died.  Brinkman faces three problems in trying to help this man.  First, he must find out why he chose to be a sniper and how the kills changed him, leading him to kill for MS13.  Second, he must find a way to free him from the guilt that is destroying his life.  It means confronting the truth of what he has done. Third, somehow he must release him from the grip of MS13.  Accomplishing all of this will take Sanchez onto the ragged edge of sanity and both of them into physical danger.  But they aren’t alone.  Other combat vets will stand with them. “We never leave anyone behind.”

Season 1 Brinkman Personal Arc:   Daniel Jr. in Fort Leavenworth.

As Brinkman deals with veterans in crisis such as Robert Sanchez during the week, on the weekends he begins traveling to Kansas to have regular visits with the veteran closest to his heart, his son.  Daniel Jr. swears that he did not commit the horrible crime for which he was found guilty, but his memory is very foggy about a number of important details. He has terrible nightmares and sometimes feels as though he’s losing his mind. Though the loss of memory through PTSD is not uncommon for soldiers who have been in brutal combat, Brinkman senses that something far worse is going on. Though he doesn’t want to do it because it goes against his basic ethical standards, he feels he has no choice but to start therapy sessions with his son. This includes hypnotherapy to find out what might be buried in his subconscious memory.  Daniel Jr. is extremely reluctant to do this, but his father assures him that wherever his memories take him, and those memories will be very real, not like dreams at all, he will be there by his side.  (This will bring powerful visual storytelling, as Daniel Jr. is taken back into terrifying situations that he lives through as though they were actually happening, but also observes from the outside with his father beside him.)

Step-by-step through season one, Brinkman will discover increasingly odd memories buried deep in his son’s mind, fragments, pieces of horror, some of which are so frightening that he won’t let Daniel Jr. remember them when he awakens from a hypnotic trance.  What becomes clear is that his son has been powerfully manipulated by mind-control.  But who has done this and why? Ultimately, what he learns, takes Brinkman on a journey into the darkest, most evil corners of psychology and psychiatry. And into very real danger.

The Ultimate Antagonist

Imagine an antagonist who can make terrible things happen to innocent people but who never leaves a trace of his crime. This is because he is never present when the crime takes place. He is hidden deep in the minds of those he manipulates to do whatever he wants.  Because of his prestige and authority, he is never suspected.  Quite the opposite, often he is brought in to help solve the crimes that he has perpetrated. Meet Nathaniel Margrave, Doctor of Psychiatry, who holds the Distinguished Exdon Chair of Psychiatry at Cambridge University. His reputation for skill in psychotherapy is world-renowned and he has authored many books and professional studies.  Privately, Margrave has been a counselor to Prime Ministers and Presidents.  As founder and director of The Ilford Institute, he is a member and consultant to every powerful group from the Bilderbergers to the Council on Foreign Relations.

His institute, with offices in London and New York, but with secret “research facilities” in oppressive countries, is a dark center for the most dangerous psychological experimentation.  Using every technique from torture and hypnosis to mind-altering drugs, Margrave has gone light years beyond the primitive, mind control experiments of MKULTRA, MKSEARCH, BLUEBIRD, and ARTICHOKE. His great knowledge and willingness to quietly sell his expertise to any person or nation willing to pay his fee makes him one of the most dangerous men in the world. His goal is power, and money is the measure of that power. Yet Margrave considers himself a great philanthropist and that is the way the world sees him. Through the charitable wing of the Ilford Institute, he gives millions to suffering people.

In every way, Nathaniel Margrave is the exact opposite of Daniel Brinkman and views Brinkman as a tremendous threat to his activities. On the outside, Margrave presents himself as Brinkman’s friend and distinguished colleague on important projects, while secretly working to destroy him. As the Ultimate Antagonist, his true identity will not be revealed for several seasons.  But his shadow is buried deep in Daniel Jr.’s mind where not even Brinkman can find it.

With a bedrock of episodes confronting veteran crises both in the hospital and in the street and a larger battle with darkness that is encroaching into his life, Daniel Brinkman walks ever closer to The Brink.

(Note: Everything relating to mind control involving hypnosis, drugs, stress, etc., which will be presented in the series, will be based on specific research information obtained from the CIA through the Freedom of Information Act along with the personal statements of men who were involved in such operations. Reality is much stranger than fiction.)

Who are we?

Best known as the Showrunner and an Executive Producer of the classic series, The Equalizer, and the creator and Executive Producer of Gabriels’ Fire that brought an Emmy to James Earl Jones, Coleman Luck knows combat veterans because he is one. He spent 1968 as a First Lieutenant, an infantry platoon leader with the Mobile Riverine Force of the Ninth Infantry Division in the Mekong Delta of South Vietnam.  Because of his military experience and family, he has a deep concern for the welfare of other veterans, and active-duty personnel and their families, many of whom suffer in silence.  A frightening number of veterans are committing suicide. Coleman believes military families will love The Brink and the new national awareness it will bring.

Coleman’s son and co-writer, Coleman Luck III started working in television when he was a teenager, writing coverage for his father during staffing season. After earning his degree in English Literature, he worked as a writer, story editor and co-producer on six television series and wrote and was co-producer on one feature film.

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The Scintillating Gifts of Evil

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He passed away several years ago and he was my friend. People who lived through the sixties would know his name because at that time he was a Hollywood film star. I knew him much later when his stardom had long faded.  We were talking one day and he told me how utterly lost he was while in the middle of all that success. There is no other way to put it, looking back he viewed himself as a slave to evil.  When you are very gifted and enslaved often there are some amazing “perks”.  My friend told me a story that I wouldn’t have believed if it hadn’t come from him.   I know how absolutely truthful he was and he told it with sorrow.

What kind of evil “perks” did he enjoy?

One day he was flying to a distant city.  Of course, he always flew first class. Serving him was a beautiful flight attendant. There was little interaction between them during the flight. When the plane landed neither of them spoke. They got off together, went to a hotel together and spent the night together.  The next morning they parted, all without having any conversation whatsoever.  My friend told me that this was hardly the only experience of its kind in his life. There were many others.  Now, a lot of very stupid men would consider this a dream come true, beautiful women and great sex without the slightest obligation.  My friend would tell those fools that there is no such thing. Evil, selfish acts are never free.  There is always a price to be paid because what we sow, we reap. When you do evil things, it may take long and there may be an extended period of pleasure and apparent fulfillment, but you will never be satisfied. Eventually the web will strangle you.

My friend came to a point in his life where he was so low he did the thing that only desperate people will do. He understood who he really was, utterly lost and without hope. He gave his life to Jesus Christ.  In deep sorrow, he asked forgiveness for his many sins and received that forgiveness because that’s why Jesus came, to pay the price for our sins with his own body and blood on the Cross. My friend’s life was transformed.  No, he wasn’t a major star anymore. He had entered a different Kingdom and no longer served the Kingdom of Evil.  He married a wonderful woman and they became witnesses together to what Jesus Christ had done in their lives.

But I have to tell you something more, something he told me.

With each act of selfish pleasure it was as though he had driven a nail into his own body. There were a lot of nails.  Jesus removed those nails and healed him, but the scars remained. My friend told me that often he thought of all the women he had used without a single concern for who they were as human beings. Of course, they were all “consenting adults”, but as he looked back that didn’t matter. He knew what he had done.  He told me that as he drove around Los Angeles, he would see the places where he had taken his pleasure with women and was filled with deep sorrow. He wondered what had happened to them. And he prayed for them.

In the Bible, the writer of Hebrews tells us that sin gives pleasure for a season, but that season comes to an end.  And St. Paul in his letter to the Romans says that the “wages of sin is death”. There is always a hellish payday someday.

As I write, we have gone through months of press coverage revealing the evil life of multi-millionaire, Jeffrey Epstein. Much more is yet to be told. Several weeks ago, Mr. Epstein was found hanged in his prison cell. It was the brutal end of a life that had appeared to have everything, vast wealth, beautiful women, powerful friends, and acceptance in the highest circles of the world. For many years, his money bought him everything including little girls that he abused. It was a web of evil and finally he was caught in it.  His many foul friends are scrambling to escape.  The wages of sin is death, not just in this world, but living death in the next. Jeffrey Epstein escaped nothing by dying in that cell.  Death was the doorway to a prison where he will suffer forever.  (I have written about this in two blog essays entitled Flight Out of Darkness.  They are available to read on this site.)

During my career in Hollywood, I knew a few extremely evil and powerful people.

They were different than others. Most people vacillate between being good and bad. They are insecure and try to cover it with aggressiveness or charm or just plain blather. However, you aren’t with them long before you see through the camouflage.  They’re like you, just human.  But that isn’t the way of extremely evil, powerful people.  In their presence you experience the total confidence of absolute self-absorption expressed in a kind of condescending charm. There is no insecurity in them at all, just the smooth calculating knowledge that they will always get what they want no matter what it is. They look at you with the mesmerizing eyes of the serpent, measuring, determining how best to take control and what they can get when they do.

There is something about real power that can create a kind of flattering trance in those who enter its presence.  Your guard goes down. Why does it go down?  Because you want something that this person can give and you are flattered. Without the words ever being spoken, you know that you have received the great privilege of the inner sanctum where few people are allowed to enter. Your own soft lust, disguised as “self-interest” or “creative ambition” whispers that you should do anything necessary to show that you are capable and worthy to receive what you desire. You want the powerful person to like you.  I can tell you that it is very difficult to keep your head straight in the presence of real power.  It is hard to remember that Lord Acton’s famous dictum is always true, “Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely”.  Why is it so difficult to remember? Because greatly corrupted power is very scintillating and can disguise itself with a wonderful charm that can even appear to be an honest concern for your welfare.  But beneath the facade lives a serpent.

In the early 90’s, I created a television series for such a person.

From the first time we met, I did not like him. But I had entered into an “overall deal” and was exclusive to his studio before I met him.  I didn’t know anything about the man and you don’t have to “like” every person you work for.  But each time we had a meeting there was just something that didn’t feel good at all.  My work for him was very successful.  The series I created was the only new dramatic series picked up by that major network for their fall schedule.  Anyone who knows the Hollywood television business understands how unlikely that is to happen, especially during the period in which I was working.

I had spent almost four years working on The Equalizer series with all the support anyone could hope to receive.  Very quickly I realized how my situation had changed. Evil, powerful people can sense very clearly when you are resisting their control.  It wasn’t long before our business relationship came to an end.

The man with whom I had been dealing went on to become one of the most powerful CEO’s in all of media.

The true depth of his evil was finally revealed at the end of 2018 when the world learned that he had been sexually abusing women for many years. He was a sexual predator who used his power to get whatever he wanted.  I had not known of those activities while I was working for him.  But his evil was not just sexual.  He did great damage in other ways as well. Those who stood against him experienced destruction in their careers.  I was one of them.

There is no joy in writing this. I have prayed for the man for many years.   In the most humiliating way he was brought down in front of the entire industry where he had wielded so much power. He retains his great wealth, but he is now a pariah.  Knowing him, I am certain that every single day he is filled with rage, bitterness and self-pity. I’m sure he hates with a terrible passion the women he abused who were courageous enough to reveal his evil.  But even more, he must hate those who did not support him in his own organization.  What ingratitude, when he had given that pack of wolves their power and wealth.

I began working for the first truly evil man I had ever experienced just before I entered Hollywood.  He was a multi-millionaire who owned his own company and I came on as marketing director. I had never known anyone like him. He was a WWII veteran and as an infantry captain had won a Silver Star for bravery in Europe.  He was very intelligent, but his intelligence was shrewd and calculating, motivated entirely by lust and greed. I know it sounds odd, but you could see all of this in his eyes.  He was in the direct mail business, selling a training course to teach people how to start their own import/export companies.  He employed several of his wife’s family and there was something wrong with all of them. You got the feeling that they were there for one reason, to suck as much from him as they could, while he used and manipulated them to get what he wanted. Just delightful. When he hired me, I think he had the idea that because I was a combat veteran we had something in common.  We didn’t.

Looking back now, I understand so much more about the gifts of evil and how you can discern them.  Entering the man’s office was an experience in itself.  Like his life, it was large, luxurious and filled with expensive, but rather odd decorations. Also like his life, it was dark, slightly sinister and had no windows.  Going in for frequent meetings, did not feel good. Soon a lot of things became clear. The man was a serial adulterer and his wife was one of the angriest women I have ever met.   She was married to him because he had left his first wife and children during an affair with her. Now it was her turn and she handled the rewards of her evil with a lot of alcohol.  After a period of time, I realized that what the company was selling was like the man himself, an expensive and subtle fraud.  Finally, things came to a head and I left.  Ten years later, his wife murdered him and went to prison for it. For him the partial wages of sin was bullets from a gun in the hands of his wife.

From these and other experiences, I learned about human wolves.

But you can’t know about great, human wolves without understanding the lesser wolves who serve them and the sheep that are their prey.  I learned that rarely will lesser wolves defend their alpha if it is clear that he or she is going down. They don’t want to go down with the dying predator.  However, the sheep who follow wolves will continue to do so straight into absolute destruction. Nothing will turn them back.  They will grow angry and defensive of their wolf if you try to warn them.  This is the scintillating power of evil that takes control of the human mind and intelligent people fall victim to it all the time.  Often, those most under its control are the most vociferous in claiming that they are absolutely free and grow enraged when you suggest otherwise. Humans are sheep without a shepherd and we are prone to following any powerful, evil shepherd who tells us what we want to hear by appealing to our fear and self-interest, which really means our greed and lust.

I do not believe that it is possible to live “shepherdless” through this world.

We will have a shepherd, even if it is ourselves. Many of us think that we can be our own shepherd, and for a time that may seem to work. But a “self-shepherded” sheep is just a sheep with a big ego. Even after great success, ultimately, we find ourselves wandering and lost. One of the reasons that powerful, evil people can gain so much control over others is because deep in our hearts we yearn for a shepherd.  We may call that person a mentor, or a mother/father figure, whatever the term, especially when we are young we want someone to guide and protect us when we need it, who will always have our best-interests at heart, and who will not abuse and selfishly use us.  Over and over, we may think we have found that person, but at the very best, it doesn’t last. At the worst, we come away from such a relationship feeling betrayed, bitter and angry, vowing never to trust anyone again.  And so we wander until we are old.

I am not an easy case in this regard.  As a sheep I have long horns and I love to use them. It took a lot for me to stop trying to be the shepherd of my own life, a lot of failure, anger and frustration.  I understood a long time ago that, left to myself, I am not a nice person. I would much prefer to cut anyone to pieces who got in my way and consider it a necessary form of deconstruction.  But there came a moment when I gave up trying to run my own life and handed it over to the truly Good Shepherd.

Now, to be honest, I wasn’t happy doing so. It was no sweet, holy religious moment with church bells and choirs singing. Nowhere near. It was more like, “ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, everything I do with my life turns to crap, so let’s see what YOU can do with it.”  That was the beginning of a great adventure.  By adventure, I don’t mean a fun, easy vacation.  Certainly there have been many wonderful times. I have been given so much that is good.  However, there have been many experiences that were brutal and full of wounds. But they did not destroy me because the Good Shepherd was there every step of the way, giving me strength, going through it with me, always guiding and healing.

The path of forgiveness is only for blood-stained feet.

It is up that path that Jesus leads His sheep, giving us the forgiveness of God and requiring us to forgive others. Even evil people who damage our lives. (Yes, try to do good for them.  Try to overcome evil with good, which includes speaking truth to them.  But when that doesn’t work, you don’t have to stick around and let them abuse you.)  Jesus called Himself the Good Shepherd who loved His sheep and would lay down His life for them. And that is exactly what He did for you. Take it from a tough, old ram who is experienced in “head-butting combat” and who doesn’t suffer fools lightly, Jesus is the only one to be trusted with your life.  No matter how smart you think you are, or how much success you have experienced, a different day is coming. And when it arrives, you aren’t intelligent enough or strong enough to handle it on your own.

Two paths are presented to each of us.  One path may appear to be just what you want and need. We could call it the Jeffrey Epstein Memorial Highway. It is full of people.  As you travel, for a long period of time there may be scintillating gifts of pleasure that seem to confirm you made the right choice. But they will fade and where that wide road leads you do not want to go.  The other path is narrow, hard and rocky, but there is a Shepherd waiting to guide you.  And where it ends there is joy forevermore.  If you are on the wrong path, it is not too late to change directions.

Nietzsche’s Over Man: The Rise and Fall of Donald Trump

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He was one of the greatest and most powerful world rulers of ancient history, but one night he had a troubling dream.  In it, he was standing outside and in front of him loomed a gigantic tree, far taller than any he had ever seen. It towered over the earth reaching to the heavens. It was so tall that it was visible in far-away lands.  The leaves that covered it were gorgeous and luscious fruit was on every branch. In it and swirling around it were birds of every kind and beneath it animals rested in the shade.  People from far away came to feast from it.

But then began a frightening vision.

A supernatural Being of great power descended from the sky and stood above the tree. A proclamation was given.  The tree was to be cut down, stripped of its leaves and branches and left in the field like a rotting skeleton.  Only the stump would remain, banded with iron and bronze.

Then the message of this supernatural Being became even more horrifying.  The tree represented a person.  This person would be given the heart of a beast and live like an ox covered with the dew of heaven and filling his belly with grass for seven long years. Why was this going to happen?  The Being stated the reason:

“This decision is by the decree of the watchers,
And the sentence by the word of the holy ones,
In order that the living may know
That the Most High rules in the kingdom of men,
Gives it to whomever He will,
And sets over it the lowest of men.”

When the ruler awoke, he was very disturbed.

Of course, the story is found in the Old Testament Book of Daniel, chapter four.  The world ruler was King Nebuchadnezzar, one of the most powerful men who has ever lived.

The morning after the dream, Nebuchadnezzar entered his courtroom, and called in his magicians and astrologers.  None of them could interpret what he had seen. Then he called in Daniel and described the vision.

When Daniel heard it he was stunned. For a long moment, all he could do was stare in horror. Instantly, he knew what the dream meant and it terrified him.  Before he gave his interpretation, he told Nebuchadnezzar that he wished with all his heart that it would apply only to the king’s enemies.  But it didn’t.  The tree was Nebuchadnezzar himself.  In spite of all his greatness and power, God had decreed judgement against him. These are Daniel’s words:

“They shall drive you from men, your dwelling shall be with the beasts of the field, and they shall make you eat grass like oxen. They shall wet you with the dew of heaven, and seven times shall pass over you, till you know that the Most High rules in the kingdom of men, and gives it to whomever He chooses.”

 Then, with a broken heart, Daniel urges:

“Therefore, O king, let my advice be acceptable to you; break off your sins by being righteous, and your iniquities by showing mercy to the poor.”

 Nebuchadnezzar did not take this advice.

Instead, this is what he did:

At the end of the twelve months he was walking about the royal palace of Babylon.  The king spoke, saying, “Is not this great Babylon, that I have built for a royal dwelling by my mighty power and for the honor of my majesty?”

While the word was still in the king’s mouth, a voice fell from heaven: “King Nebuchadnezzar, to you it is spoken: the kingdom has departed from you! And they shall drive you from men, and your dwelling shall be with the beasts of the field. They shall make you eat grass like oxen; and seven times shall pass over you, until you know that the Most High rules in the kingdom of men, and gives it to whomever He chooses.”

That very hour the word was fulfilled concerning Nebuchadnezzar; he was driven from men and ate grass like oxen; his body was wet with the dew of heaven till his hair had grown like eagles’ feathers and his nails like birds’ claws.

This is a frightening story for the times in which we live.

I am not a prophet, only a storyteller.  But stories have meaning and if you listen they will whisper that meaning and whisper how they will end.  On 26 July 2016 I posted on this blog my essay, Over Man:  The Temptation of Donald Trump.  It is still available here to read. For me, the next phase of Mr. Trump’s story was becoming clear like an ever-growing wave. It was inevitable that he would be elected that fall.  At that time, very few people believed that his election could be possible. I’m not sure even he believed it.  Yet, that is what happened.

After three years, once again, his story is becoming clear.  Why?  Because never has such insane arrogance, such horrifying pride been communicated to the world by a President of the United States. As never before, his words and actions have revealed who he really is and has always been.

Every story has an end and the rhyme of it is there from the start.

As far as Donald Trump is concerned, there is no joy in writing those words, only sorrow. Nebuchadnezzar was not a man who had thousands of years of truth available to him as President Trump has had, truth about who God is and how he deals with leaders, truth about the absolute necessity to repent before it is too late.  God allows evil leaders to grow in power and glory for a period of time, but then they are destroyed. And the greater their arrogance, the more awful their fall.

Daniel urged Nebuchadnezzar to repent from his many sins, the worst of which was his staggering pride.  How should that repentance be displayed to the world?  By showing mercy to the poor. It seems clear that was something the great king had never done. Donald Trump has built a personal empire that seems to glitter with gold.  He has claimed world-renown for his great skills and wisdom.  But it is an empire built on lies and greed and the cleverness of a cheating thief.  What looks like gold is nothing but gold-plating to cover the feces inside.

Throughout his life Mr. Trump has been merciless to the poor.  He has cheated those who worked for him, keeping for himself money that was owed and calling his dishonesty and injustice shrewd business wisdom. He views his structures as fortresses and he is the god who rules over them. He worships himself. In that worship he has believed that anything he wants is there for the taking, from the power of the Presidency to the bodies of women.  His wedding vows have meant even less than the contracts he made with his builders. All of this is absolutely clear in the public record, the personal witness of so many and his very own words. He has stated that he feels no need to repent for anything.

During the three years of his presidency, Mr. Trump’s arrogance has grown beyond anything it was in the past. He rules through gloating mockery.  His greatest mockery is for the sheep who passionately follow him.  He mocks them by pandering to their greed and fear, by callously using their passion to advance his power and ego.  He cares nothing for the poor and needy viewing them as worthless trash to be removed.

As I have written before, to me the greatest tragedy is that so many who claim to be “Christians” have fallen under Donald Trump’s dark spell. They believe that God established him to “Make America Great Again”.  Not since the “Christians” of Germany passionately supported Adolph Hitler have “Christians” so blindly supported such a clearly evil man.  In their ignorance, they mistake what God has done. He didn’t anoint Donald Trump to save us.  He allowed Donald Trump to be President to show all Americans who we really are.  And that vision is frightening. On the left, the right, and in the middle, we are a nation that wallows in hate, anger, greed, self-pity and lust, yet we think of ourselves as good and righteous people. We have the First Executive of Fear that we deserve.

What is the end of the Donald Trump story?

I do not know the details, but such an evil story will have a frighteningly evil end. All the violence that he has done with his words and selfish deeds will come back on him and his children.  As he has done violence to so many and infected his followers with cold disdain for the poor and needy, so I fear great violence and disdain are coming on him. Why? Because God is not mocked, what we sow we reap. And all those who have so passionately supported him will reap bitterness, self-pity and rage when the end of his story arrives.

Woe to those “Christian” leaders, those wolves and false teachers, who have given this evil man their glowing endorsement and have encouraged him every step of the way instead of confronting him with the truth of his dire future.  Instead, to advance their own power, they have enticed millions to suck at Donald Trump’s foul nipple. They are blind leaders of the blind and will pay a special price. What sorrow!   I pray for President Trump and I pray for them all.

Will Donald Trump be re-elected?

I doubt that we will be free of him so easily, but whether he is or not, the great evil will go on. What comes after him may appear to be a relief to those who hate this President, but it will prove to be the opposite. Why? Because Donald Trump is not the cause of all the evil that is in us.  He is only an expression and an expansion of it. Those who hate him are just as deluded as those who love him. Both those who hate him and those who love him are his slaves.  He could not exist without their fervid passions that feed his soul. Those raging passions will continue after he is gone, growing worse in a swirling circle of hate and a desperate desire for revenge. One bloody expression of this will be in the physical violence that no gun control will begin to stop. The darkest spirits now rule this land and I mean that quite literally.  No election will remove them.  Their power will go on, expressed in the crushing fragmentation of America as we destroy ourselves.

What is the answer to all of this horror? Is there any hope? Neither side wants to hear the answer.  Neither side will believe it.  What was the only hope for Nebuchadnezzar?  What is the only hope for Donald Trump?  What is the only hope for us? It is not faith in our Constitution or form of government.  Our only hope is personal and national repentance before God, humbling ourselves beneath His mighty hand, repenting for all of our evil and asking for His forgiveness and healing. In particular, it means repenting for our heartless treatment of the poor and downtrodden, because they are close to God’s Heart. This includes the weakest and poorest among us, unborn children.  Repentance means turning away from the bloodthirsty lies that we have accepted as selfish “rights”.

But repentance will never happen because millions do not believe in God at all and millions think He exists to do their will. Millions more simply don’t care. What they believe in is nature, or Instagram or lattes.   But without national and individual repentance before our Creator we face doom. Will it come tomorrow or next year?  I don’t know, but it will come and probably like the slow cancer in the national soul that it really is. We are now under the iron rule of the Tyranny of Fear.

Writing all of this, I feel nothing but the deepest sorrow, sorrow for my grandchildren and yours, sorrow for my great-granddaughter who is about to be born. I love America, but my faith has never been in this nation, her institutions, or her people.  It has never been in a single leader, political party or political philosophy.  My faith is in Jesus Christ, the King, and in His Kingdom. It is the true Kingdom of God that will come for those who repent and believe.  Sadly, for those who refuse to repent and believe, in the future they will see that Kingdom, but never share in it.

I hope that is not you.

A Swarm of Lies


I will never forget one night in Viet Nam.  I was out on an operation with my platoon.  We were always at less than half strength, so there were about 20 of us.  It was night.  No moon.  A lot of stars. As usual, the monsoon had soaked us late in the afternoon so we were sleeping wet stretched out in a line on a rice paddy dike. Everywhere there was water and mud. We were wet and hot. My turn came to stand watch, which meant sitting for an hour scanning the darkness with a night-seeing device called a Starlight Scope, constantly searching for enemy that might be creeping up on us. I remember so well my thoughts as I sat there, far, far from home and my loved ones, lonely and in a dangerous place, not able to leave this hell-hole for months to come. I was what would be called today clinically depressed.  But none of that was the worst of it.

The worst of it was the mosquitoes.

Huge swarms of them attacked us all night. And those vile suckers were monsters, their needles went straight through our uniforms and I am not exaggerating when I say that. Sitting there hot and wet, I had to wrap myself in my rubber poncho, covering every bit of me with just a hole to see out of and a hole to breathe.  Even then I had to fight to keep the vampires from flying in the holes. I cannot describe to you how miserable I was.   I remember thinking, “I don’t want to forget this.  If I am ever miserable in the future I need to remember what real misery is like.”

Swarming insects that attack you are terrible. Depending on what they are, they can be physically dangerous. Covered with the filth of rice paddies every day, a single scratch on a mosquito bite guaranteed a serious skin infection that would ooze pus. After a couple of months, my legs were covered with open sores. Worse, there was the greater danger of malaria. We took pills every day to guard against that and they were effective.  But I have come to believe there is something even worse than swarms of dangerous insects.  It is swarms of lies. Swarms of insects attack your body.  Swarms of lies attack your soul and many of us are covered with them without even knowing it.

King Solomon, considered one of the wisest men who ever lived, wrote mysterious words.  He wrote that God has placed eternity in our hearts. (Ecclesiastes 3:11) What does that mean?

Deep in my memory lives the Ultimate Peach.

I absolutely love fresh peaches.  But not just any peaches. I grew up in the 1950’s near Chicago.  We didn’t have a lot of fresh fruit back then.  So for years all I tasted were canned peaches. Then one summer my father took us down to Georgia where he had grown up.  From a roadside stand, I tasted my first, fresh Georgia peach. I will never forget it.  It was so delicious with the sweet juice running down. I thought it must come from Heaven. How could anyone call the canned stuff I had been eating peaches?  From that moment, a hunger entered into me and I lost my taste for the canned pretension.

What did Solomon mean when he said God had placed eternity in our hearts? It means that He placed within us a hunger for the eternal, for something so perfect, so beautiful and so good that it will never disappoint us and never pass away. We can tell ourselves that such a hunger is just a fantasy, nothing like that exists, but it doesn’t do any good. The hunger is still there.  Without even being aware of it, everything is measured against it.  Every love, every ambition, every fulfilled desire ultimately fades away because it cannot fill that hunger for eternity.  For those of us in the arts and sciences, this is the source of our struggle for perfection. We hunger to achieve it and never do.  I believe it is the source of many broken hearts. The hunger for perfect love can never be fulfilled by another human being but over and over we search.

One writer asked the profound question, is it possible to hunger for something that does not exist?

If food did not exist how could you hunger for it? We were created to eat so food had to exist.  How could the hunger for perfection be in us if the fulfillment of that hunger did not exist somewhere? Did the hunger for a perfect love only come from romantic novels and films?  Or are the romantic novels and films just expressing a hunger that is always there, the whisper of eternity in our hearts.

The Bible teaches that God Himself is absolute Perfection and the source of all that is good. Our hunger for perfection is really a hunger for Him. That is what eternity in our hearts means. Maybe you don’t believe that.  Maybe all of your experiences have led you to disillusionment, exhaustion, a broken heart, even anger and bitterness, and you have given up hope that anything else is possible.  Maybe you are fighting swarms of despair. Can you imagine something with me for a moment?  Can you imagine that there really is a perfect God who is perfectly in love with you? And this God wants you to know Him, because in knowing Him you will find the fulfillment of all your hungers and all you were created to be.

You might ask, “If He’s real, where is He?  I don’t see him.  All I see is darkness.”  Is it possible that all you see are thick swarms of lies that have been blinding you your whole life?  The God I’m talking about has been telling humanity about who He really is from the very beginning.  But the greatest swarm of lies in history has been blinding us to what He has said and to His Presence.

Let’s take a look at some very strange information.

A wonderful book that should be in your library is entitled Eternity In Their Hearts written by the late missionary anthropologist Don Richardson. It tells the true story of God’s witness to some of the most primitive tribes on earth.

In 1867 a Norwegian missionary named Lars Skrefsrud and a colleague from Denmark were in India looking for new tribes that had never heard the Good News of Jesus Christ. They discovered a huge group of 2 ½ million people, a single tribe, living north of Calcutta that had never had any contact with Christian or Jewish influences.

The Santal spoke a unique language, but Skrefsrud had a great ability to learn new languages. In a surprisingly short period of time he was able to speak their language fluently.  As soon as he could speak it, he began preaching. The message that he preached absolutely electrified the Santal. One of the elders of the tribe stood up and said to the people, “What this stranger is saying proves that Thakur Jiu has not forgotten us after all this time.”

Skresfrud couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  In Santal, the word Thakur meant genuine and the word Jiu meant God.  The Genuine God. He began questioning them closely.  “How do you know this Genuine God?”  They replied, “Long, long, long ago our forefathers knew him.”  “Well, if you know him, why don’t you worship him instead of the sun, and evil spirits?”

In answer they told him an ancient story that had been handed down through countless generations.  That story was an amazing parallel to the Biblical story of the Garden of Eden, the creation and the fall of the human race.  But it didn’t stop there.  It went on to tell how the founders of their race had started on a long journey.  On this journey they came to a range of mountains and couldn’t find their way through them.  The Santal said that when their ancestors came to this insurmountable obstacle they became discouraged.  They stopped trusting in the Genuine God.  They said, “The spirits of the mountains have blocked our way. We must bind ourselves to them if we are to get through.”  And this is what they did.  Soon they found a way through, probably what is now known as the Khyber Pass.  Open before them were the plains of India.

From that time on, the Santal felt obligated to fulfill the oath that their forefathers had made to the Maran Buru, the evil spirits of the mountains, though for untold generations they had lived where mountains could not even be seen.  The Santal believed that this oath and worship had created a terrible rift between the Genuine God and their tribe.

In time the name Thakur Jiu had been applied to the sun.  But this is not what their forefathers had told them.  In the ancient past the Santal knew that the Genuine God was distinct from His creation. Though He could see all, He was not to be seen with human eyes. He made all things.   He set everything in its place and nourished all things from the great to the small, but their relationship with Him had been broken.  They were overjoyed to know that the Genuine God had sent His Son to tell the world about His deep love, to die for their sins and make a way for them to come back to Him.

Skrefsrud and his colleague were overwhelmed with people who wanted Jesus to be their Lord and Savior.  During those first decades, Skrefsrud personally baptized 15,000 people of the 85,000 who were baptized.  Long, long ago the seed of Eternity had been planted in their Hearts.

 Another story.

When the British arrived in Burma in the late 1700’s they found as expected that the Burmese were devout Buddhists. But deep in the mountains of Burma there were other tribes.  The Burmese hated them, considering them savages.  Worst of all, these stupid people refused to accept Buddhism.  They clung to their ancient folk religions.

The Karen people insisted on believing in a Supreme God whose Name was Y’wa. In a thousand villages there were teacher/prophets who constantly reminded them that way of Y’wa was entirely different than the ways of the nats – the evil spirits.  In the folk religion of the Karen there were hymns to the One True God.  Let me share several of them with you.  These songs have come down from the most ancient generations:

Y’wa is eternal, his life is long. One aeon – he dies not. Two aeons – he dies not. He is perfect in meritorious attributes. Aeons follow aeons.  He dies not.

Who created the world in the beginning? Y’wa created the world in the beginning. Y’wa appointed everything.  Y’wa is unsearchable.

The omnipotent is Y’wa: him have we not believed. Y’wa created men anciently.  He has a perfect knowledge of all things. Y’wa created men at the beginning.  He knows all things at the present time. Oh, my children and grandchildren, the earth is the treading place of the feet of Y’wa. And heaven is the place where he sits. He sees all things and we are manifest to him.

Y’wa formed the world originally.  He appointed food and drink. He appointed the “fruit of trial.” He gave detailed orders. Mukawlee deceived two persons. He caused them to eat the fruit of the tree of trial.  They obeyed not.  They believed not Y’wa. When they ate of the fruit of trial they became subject to sickness, aging and death.

Strangest of all, among the Karen there was a very ancient tradition – that someday a brother from far away would bring to them a book that had been lost that would tell them how to know the One True God.

The stories of God’s eternal witness to ancient humanity about who He really is come from around the world.  Darwin’s theory of evolution, now being seriously challenged as mathematically impossible by leading scientists, has brought horror into the human race. What do I mean by that?  I’m not talking about its teaching in the classroom.  That is bad enough.  I’m talking about the way it has been used to create swarms of lies that have attacked us all and hidden the truth. Let me explain.

After Darwin’s theory appeared many philosophers clamored to apply it to every area of human life.  I want to focus in one area where the ancient truth about God has been consciously replaced with swarms of lies.  That area is anthropology. Here’s the way early anthropologists tried to apply Darwinism to the development of a belief in one God.    To them it was impossible to imagine that monotheism had been the original form and that belief in many gods had come later.  So they created a hypothesis.

 They said religion began with the idea of the human soul which meant ghosts.

Out of fear, early man thought he had to offer sacrifices to keep ghosts under control. This led to fetishes and nature gods, rising finally to polytheism. As human society evolved to the place of having rulers or an aristocracy, religion followed behind with the creation of a hierarchy or pantheon of gods.  Finally, the idea of a king appeared in human government.  This led to the religious creation of a Supreme Being or monotheism.  This hypothesis was drawn up by an anthropologist named Edward Tylor.

In the early 1900’s dozens of young anthropologists spread out across the globe with the goal of proving his theory. Initially, it appeared that he was correct.  These young researchers ran into thousands of beliefs in spirits, taboos, sorcery and magic.  They came up with the term “animism” to describe this lowest stage of religious development.  And all the great evolutionary philosophers were pleased.  It was obvious that religion had developed mentally just as biological forms had developed physically.

But soon a problem began to arise, a tiny fly in their philosophical ointment.

As these young researchers continued their work, they started asking questions such as, “Who made the world?”  So many of the primitive tribes had the same answer, a single Being who lived in the sky. “Is he good or bad?”  “Oh, good, of course.” “Show me the idol that represents him.” “No, no, he must never be represented by an idol.”

The researchers came up with the rather denigrating name of the Sky God to describe this very ancient belief. The truth was they all knew that this belief would fly in the face of the leading Darwinian anthropologists.  You don’t advance your academic career by disagreeing with the current wisdom, so they downplayed what they were discovering.  Virtually the only man who was willing to write the truth was a researcher named Andrew Lang.

Then in the 1920’s a ground-breaking study began.  An Austrian scholar named Dr. Wilhelm Schmidt decided to compile a list of every “alias of the Almighty” (as he called it) that had been discovered around the world.  Schmidt was staggered.  Can you guess how large that list was?  It took six volumes totaling 4,500 pages to document them all. 90 percent or more of the primitive religions of Earth contain clear acknowledgement of the existence of One Supreme Being. Schmidt’s work was published in 1934.  Since then at least a thousand more examples have come to light.

A later writer named Foucart gave a full scale treatment to this subject in the Encyclopedia of Religion and Ethics. This is what he says:  “The nature, role and characteristics of this universal Sky God may be concealed under the most diverse forms, but he is always more or less recognizable to the historian of religions and always identical in essential definition…the Sky God has reigned everywhere.  His Kingdom still covers the whole of the uncivilized world. No historical or proto-historical motive can be assigned as a cause, and neither the migration of races, nor the diffusion of myths and folklore affords the slightest justification of the fact. The universality of the Sky God and the uniformity of his essential characteristics are the logical consequence of the uniformity of the primitive system of cosmogony.” What do you think was the response of academic anthropology to all of that?  It doesn’t take much imagination.

They preferred their swarm of lies.

What is God’s attitude toward all those who have fabricated such swarms of lies that have so misled and destroyed humanity, which is his creation?  How would you feel if your name had been dragged through the dirt and endless lies had been told about you?  What is God’s attitude toward those who insist on believing those lies even when they are told the truth?

St Paul in the first chapter of his letter to the Romans writes this:

But God shows his anger from heaven against all sinful, wicked people who suppress the truth by their wickedness. They know the truth about God because he has made it obvious to them. For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God.

Yes, they knew God, but they wouldn’t worship him as God or even give him thanks. And they began to think up foolish ideas of what God was like. As a result, their minds became dark and confused. Claiming to be wise, they instead became utter fools. And instead of worshiping the glorious, ever-living God, they worshiped idols made to look like mere people and birds and animals and reptiles.

 So God abandoned them to do whatever shameful things their hearts desired. As a result, they did vile and degrading things with each other’s bodies. They traded the truth about God for a lie. So they worshiped and served the things God created instead of the Creator himself, who is worthy of eternal praise! Amen.

Stern and frightening words and they need to be taken very seriously.  Why is there so much pain and suffering in the world?  The answer is here. As a race, we walked away from the truth about our Creator.  Why has God allowed such evil and suffering to go on for so long?  I don’t know, but I do know this.  He has shown who He is and how much He loves us in the most amazing way.  He came in the Person of Jesus, His Son, to suffer with us, to pay the penalty for our sins and give us citizenship in His eternal kingdom. But we have to want it.  We have to stop believing the swarms of lies. There’s something else.  Though it has gone on for thousands of years, the suffering and evil in this world will not go on forever.

A new world is coming.

This God who has been rejected has been proclaiming who He is and the coming of His Kingdom to earth for thousands of years.  Here is a little of what He has said:

Isaiah 2:2-4  Now it shall come to pass in the latter days that the mountain of the LORD’s house shall be established on the top of the mountains, and shall be exalted above the hills; and all nations shall flow to it. Many people shall come and say, “Come, and let us go up to the mountain of the LORD, to the house of the God of Jacob; He will teach us His ways, and we shall walk in His paths.” For out of Zion shall go forth the law, and the word of the LORD from Jerusalem. He shall judge between the nations, and rebuke many people; they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.

Isaiah 32:1-4 Behold, a king will reign in righteousness, and princes will rule with justice. A man will be as a hiding place from the wind, and a cover from the tempest, as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land. The eyes of those who see will not be dim, and the ears of those who hear will listen. Also the heart of the rash will understand knowledge, and the tongue of the stammerers will be ready to speak plainly

Isaiah 65:17-25 “For behold, I create new heavens and a new earth; and the former shall not be remembered or come to mind. But be glad and rejoice forever in what I create; for behold, I create Jerusalem as a rejoicing, and her people a joy. I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and joy in My people; the voice of weeping shall no longer be heard in her, nor the voice of crying. “No more shall an infant from there live but a few days, nor an old man who has not fulfilled his days; for the child shall die one hundred years old, but the sinner being one hundred years old shall be accursed. They shall build houses and inhabit them; they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit. They shall not build and another inhabit; they shall not plant and another eat; for as the days of a tree, so shall be the days of My people, and My elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands. They shall not labor in vain, nor bring forth children for trouble; for they shall be the descendants of the blessed of the LORD, and their offspring with them. “It shall come to pass that before they call, I will answer; and while they are still speaking, I will hear. The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, the lion shall eat straw like the ox, and dust shall be the serpent’s food. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all My holy mountain, “Says the LORD.

Jesus proclaimed that the beginning of God’s Kingdom of Heaven had arrived with His coming to earth.  How did He describe the value of that Kingdom?

Matthew 13:44-46 “The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and hid; and for joy over it he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.  Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking beautiful pearls, who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had and bought it. 

What do those words mean? They predict the ultimate coming of Absolute Perfection into this world, the fulfillment of every beautiful hope and hunger and dream. What is Jesus saying? If you could see the Kingdom of God as it exists right now in Heaven, if you could walk in its majestic and beautiful streets, if you could hear the singing, if you could experience a single minute in God’s Presence as all people do in that wonderful place, you would do anything to get there.  If it meant selling all that you had you would do it.  If it meant suffering you would go through it.  If it cost you your life you would give it. But that Kingdom is represented here right now by the people who have given their lives to its King.  Eventually, it will arrive in the fullness of total power. Everything beautiful in this world is simply a whisper of that which is to come.

To be a citizen of the Kingdom of God is the greatest possession that a person could ever have. Anything less is going to pass away.

When I was running TV series I would get stacks and stacks of headshots, photos of young actors, beautiful women, and handsome men, all desperate to become stars. But along with them, very frequently, I would get other photos of older men and women who once had been beautiful with dreams of stardom.  Many had given up their lives to that fantasy.  Some had given up husbands, wives, children, homes, happiness itself. Finally, the dream had died and they were struggling to survive.

But even more lost are so many who achieved their dreams. Over my career as a Hollywood writer and executive producer, I have known many stars and extremely wealthy people. I have known people who have made fortunes, whose faces have been on the covers of magazines. With only a few exceptions they have been miserable human beings, angry, unhappy, unfulfilled, and damaging to themselves and others.  The celebrity appearance of success and happiness was a complete fraud.

Why were they this way?  They had believed swarms of beautiful lies that were full of poison. They had given their hearts and souls to the wrong kingdom.  They thought they had found the hidden treasure, the pearl of great price.  But after they had sold everything to get it, they watched it turn to dust and vanish. What happens when you have attained it all and it isn’t enough? What happens when the terrible hunger is still there? Out of desperation flows anger.  In each one of us there is a hunger that only God’s Presence in our souls can fill. It is a hunger for Him and His Kingdom.

To become a citizen of the Kingdom of God will cost you nothing.  The price was paid by Jesus Christ on the Cross when He gave His life to pay for your sins. But there is more.  To live as a citizen of the Kingdom of God in this world, to be a true follower of the Jesus, the King, will mean that you give up your right to worship yourself. You give up your right to be your own little idol. It means you stop believing the swarms of lies that are doing nothing but destroying you.  It means giving your disillusionment, your anger, your sorrow, your broken heart into His Hands.  It means giving your hopes and dreams into His Hands. When you repent of your sins, the things you know you are doing that are wrong, and ask Jesus to forgive you and be the Savior and Master of your life, the Kingdom of God is yours.

But most people prefer the swarm of lies. 

A man named Jim Elliot who gave his life to tell others about Jesus wrote these words:  “He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.”

Your choice.


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I have many friends who are screenwriters. Often, they want me to read their work. I’m sorry to say that I don’t do that anymore.  There are a number of reasons which I won’t go into here. But to all students of screenwriting, I will tell you that the most important way to understand how to write screenplays is to read screenplays, not just watch films.  After you read a screenplay, analyze it, which means creating a “beat sheet”.  There should be a single beat for every three or four pages of script. In this way, you will see the structure that the writer used, including logical act breaks. Screenwriting is a highly structural activity. You don’t just sit down and start writing a script.  You create your story with a beat sheet, then you do a treatment in prose form.  In this way, you work out as many problems as possible before you type Fade In:  Novices and bad writers do not do this.

Five years ago, my son Cole and I decided to write a script that would encapsulate all that we have learned about screenwriting over the decades.  Also, it would communicate what we believe on important subjects.  This is a script with a message and an edge. So if you want to understand how we write screenplays we offer this to you.





Look at the image above.  Isn’t it beautiful?  It could be a work of art. But it isn’t.  It is a magnification of a single Zika virus cell that can damage and destroy human life in the womb.

America is dying from an invisible virus that cannot be seen in any microscope but has taken complete control of our land. This virus has spread through the entire Western World. So often it appears to be beautiful, even desirable, but it is deadly and there is no stopping it.

A number of years ago, I read an essay by the writer J. R. Nyquist. He begins with these words: “There is an intriguing Chapter in Wilhelm Roepke’s 1948 book, The Moral Foundations of Civil Society, in which he writes about those nineteenth century thinkers who anticipated the crisis of the twentieth century. According to Roepke, ‘It appears that in all great crises of world history most people utterly deceive themselves as to where they stand, just as if Providence had drawn a veil over the impending disaster.’ Though a society inwardly crumbles, an ‘optimistic self-deception’ prevails — attended by ‘that astounding superficiality of diagnosis with which so many of us have judged the state of the world’ in the past. How slowly we grasp the meaning of facts. How tenaciously we struggle against a ‘disagreeable awakening.’ How unready we are to admit that we have built our society upon an avalanche.”

There is another name for this. It’s called the Normalcy Bias.

It is a powerful belief that causes people to underestimate both the likelihood of a disaster and its possible effects.  In spite of all evidence, they cling tenaciously to the false idea that things will always function the way they normally have. Consequently, when disaster strikes, the impact is far worse because there has been no preparation.

In my opinion, there is strong evidence that American civilization as previous generations have known it has come to an end.  The values and myths that we shared in that era no longer bind us. That isn’t to say that there aren’t groups and individuals who still hold such values, but collectively the glue has disintegrated. What joins us now are comfort, entertainment, anger and fear.

We are in a great and ultimate transition. In this transition the individual no longer matters.  Families, clans, communities as they were known in the past have been ground to powder. The word that some scholars use is atomization. We see it in the false sense of community, which is really isolation, that has been created by social media. But in this atomization a disturbing collectivization is taking place.  What is being created is a kind of “hive” mentality where everyone is isolated but, at the same time, thinking the same thoughts and under the same influences. You can see it in any public place, people seated alone or with others, but with everyone staring in silence at their cell phones. In America, two great, swarming hives have been created with smaller hives clustered in them.  These vile hives oppose each other in ever-growing rage. With greater and greater frequency, bloody violence erupts out of one hive or another.

How have we gotten to this terrible place and where is it all going?

In order to answer the first part of that question you need to meet a man.  His name was Edward Bernays.  Probably most have never heard that name, but Edward Bernays has had the deepest possible influence on all of our lives. In profound ways, he established the foundations of the dark world in which we live.

Born in Europe in 1891, he was the nephew of Sigmund Freud, who was the father of psychoanalysis.  Edward Bernays’ family came to America when he was a child. As a young man during WWI, he was a press agent who worked for the government of Woodrow Wilson.  At the end of the war, Bernays traveled with Wilson to Paris for the signing of the infamous Treaty of Versailles.

In Paris he saw the power of war-time propaganda to sway the minds of whole populations. He saw how irrational slogans tapped into irrational desires.  “The war to end all wars.” “Woodrow Wilson, the great peacemaker.”  Bernays asked himself whether this power might not be channeled to control populations in peacetime to promote other agendas.

Sigmund Freud’s work was just beginning to be known in the U.S.  It was Freud’s idea that in every one of us there is a subconscious mind filled with a mass of primitive urges, desires and irrational emotions.  This meshed with Bernays’ wartime experience. He wondered whether it might not be possible to harness and direct all of those urges and desires to make money for business. Bernays set up a little office in Manhattan, but he faced a dilemma.  How should he describe what he did?  The word “propaganda” was viewed negatively, so he coined a new term, “public relations”.

One of his first clients was the American Tobacco Company.

In the early 1920’s cigarette manufacturers had a problem.  It was considered taboo for women to smoke.  The president of the company came to Bernays and said, “We’re losing half our market.  Can you help us change that?” The company gave Bernays a lot of money to come up with a plan to make it acceptable for women to smoke. He went to a leading psychoanalyst in New York named A. A. Brill. (Freud was in France and not easily reachable.)  Bernays asked Brill, “How can Freudian psychology help us here?”  It was the day of the suffragette movement.  Women’s liberation was picking up speed.

Brill said, “Well, here is the problem of all women. They lack penises and because of this they envy men.  If you can convince women that smoking cigarettes will be like giving them a penis you can’t lose.” So here is what Bernays did.  Every year there was a big Easter parade in Manhattan.  Bernays gathered a group of young, fashionable debutantes. He asked them to hide cigarettes and matches in their clothing.  As they marched in the parade, at a certain moment he would give them a signal.  They were to stop, take out the cigarettes and smoke them.  Of course, he had a group of photographers and reporters waiting. His plan worked exactly as he had intended.  The debutantes lighted up and the story flashed across the country.  Bernays called cigarettes “torches of freedom.”  By smoking them, women were standing for freedom just like the new Statue of Liberty. From that moment across the U.S., cigarettes became acceptable for women.  This is the core of Bernays’ philosophy, sell enslavement as freedom.

A number of years ago, there was a commercial on the Super Bowl with the faces of men and a voice that listed all the humiliating things that men do to please women?  What was the suggestion?  “After all your slavery, you deserve to do something for yourself.  Express your freedom and masculinity. ” How should they do it?  Buy a new, fast muscle car. The legacy of Edward Bernays.

That legacy has been monumental with the deepest possible impact on American culture at every level.  It was Edward Bernays who created and promoted the idea that products weren’t just objects to be used.  They were symbols of how you want others to see you. A car wasn’t just to get you across town.  It was an expression of the Self.  Clothes weren’t just to keep you warm and cover the body.  They tell people who you really are inside. Bernays sent celebrities around the country to instruct the public in how to think about clothes.  He told us that our lives were empty, then convinced us that we would feel better about ourselves if we bought a particular product or service.

American business flocked to this perverse genius.  The president of Lehman Brothers is quoted as saying that the masses needed to be taught to make decisions not on the basis of need, but desire. They had to be made to want the new even before the old was consumed.  The desires of Self, carefully programmed in, must overshadow all else.

You will not be surprised to learn that Bernays was deeply involved with Hollywood.  He was the first to put stars under P.R. contracts and have them sell products created by companies also under contract to him.  He was the first to do product placement in film. For premiers he would drape stars with clothes from his manufacturers. He was the first to hire psychologists to do studies that said products were good for us.   Then he would claim that the studies were independent.  He was the first to use focus groups and on and on.

Not to be left behind, politicians of every stripe rushed to use Bernays’ techniques.  Dr. Joseph Goebbels, propaganda minister for the Third Reich, studied Bernays’ work and spoke of his great respect for what he had done. The Third Reich was built on one principle, tell a big enough lie and everyone will believe it.   Bernays worked for U.S. Presidents and political parties applying his principles to the selling of candidates. And the lies just kept growing.

The strategies of Edward Bernays were successful beyond his wildest dreams.

He became a wealthy and powerful man.  Though he is almost unknown today, he transformed America and America has transformed the world.  No longer are people valued in this country because we are citizens.  We are valued because we are consumers. Having money and spending it in carefully guided ways is all that matters. The current President, who is the ultimate product of Bernays’ style of lying psychological machinery, has trumpeted that since “consumers have lots of money, everything is fine.”  If you want to learn more about all of this I recommend watching the excellent BBC documentary, Century of the Self. It is available on line.

What was Edward Bernays’ darkest and most evil accomplishment?  He collectivized and promoted the Worship of Self.  Because of mass media and the Internet, that worship has been institutionalized in a way never before seen in recorded history.  Bernays’ propaganda has been so effective that we think Self Worship is normal.  We are like addicts who don’t understand the difference between what we really need and what we have been taught to need. Our inability to satisfy all the needs and lusts that have been programmed into us is the source of all addiction.  Bernays is the father of the puerile “influencers” who guide the choices of millions today.  We are a nation of sheep slavishly following the most evil wolf shepherds to our own destruction.

The Worship of Self is the disease that is destroying America.

Did Edward Bernays create the Worship of Self?  Of course not.  That started in the Garden of Eden when two people believed the lie that if they disobeyed God they could be gods themselves.  What do gods receive?  Anything they want.  And what do they desire most?  Worship.  In our day, that is defined as “celebrity”.  It was at that moment in the Garden of Eden that we humans became divided within ourselves. In my opinion, it was at that moment when the so-called subconscious appeared with all of it surging emptiness and hunger, a lost and powerful force within us that is so susceptible to outside control.

Bernays simply tapped into all of this. He taught us that if something makes us feel good or fulfilled for a MOMENT then it must be right.  But ONLY for a moment, because we must constantly desire something new and something more. We have been programmed to endlessly live by the Law of Diminishing Returns. To get the same satisfaction, we must have more.  Bernays taught American business and politics how to use the idol of Self to control us. He taught greedy, evil people how to dangle glittering promises in front of us that cannot be fulfilled, but that we accept as true in our hungry desperation. When they prove to be lies, we grope for more lies to replace them.

This Worship of Self, this deification of our desires, has transformed every aspect of life in America.

It condemns us to a devastating, lifelong childishness. It keeps us from wanting to commit to marriage because we’re afraid we won’t be fulfilled by just one person.  Then, it destroys marriages after the vows are spoken because Hollywood has told us to worship the feeling of “Being in Love.”  It gives us an insatiable desire to be entertained.  It makes us feel that others should supply all of our needs.  When we don’t get what we want we become destructive. It enslaves us in financial debt because we must constantly pour products into the God-sized holes in our souls.  Because that is what we are trying to fill, the infinite hole that is left when a loving God has been rejected.

As tragic as all of this is, for me there is an even deeper level of tragedy. The Worship of Self has invaded and destroyed the witness of the Christian church in America that should be speaking truth to power and culture.  Edward Bernays is the spiritual father of the “Prosperity Gospel”, of our love of spiritual wolves who tell us what we want to hear, not what we need to hear.  In our churches, we are convinced that the spiritualized Worship of Self is actually the worship of God.

We rush from church to church seeking something new to fill the holes in our souls.  We think that the pleasant shot of endorphins oozing through our brains from an emotional experience given to us by wolves and worship “machinery” is worshiping God.  We think our lives must be right otherwise we wouldn’t have such warm, even ecstatic feelings.  We want more and more of them. When we have drained the emotional machinery in one church our Worship of Self drives us to another. And wolves dressed like sheep await.

The Worship of Self corrupts our pastors and spiritual leaders, turning them into wolves who live to be stroked and rewarded and think that because thousands of self-worshipping people crowd around them that God must be blessing and must condone anything they choose to do or say.  The last thing they choose to do is tell us the truth about our desperate spiritual condition.  You don’t get rich with a mega-church and million selling books doing that.

The sadly laughable reality is that these churches and pastors don’t understand that they are the spawn of Hollywood and Edward Bernays.  Because Hollywood understood “feel good” to sell products long before our pounding endorphin-fueled “worship” machinery appeared with all of its smoke and mirrors.

The Worship of Self keeps us from following Jesus as true disciples, while making us think that we are spiritual and mature.  It blinds us to powerful forces of evil that have moved into leadership on every level of the church and nation.

Ultimately, the Worship of Self generates fear and anger which false “pastors”, business executives and politicians use to build their power.  The Worship of Self has taught us to fear losing our comforts and security. We have been taught to believe that this kind fear is an expression of Patriotism. We have fallen so low that we are willing to passionately support the most evil people if they promise to give us what we have been taught to believe we must have.

All of this had its foundation in the hellish machinery of control brought into the world by Edward Bernays.

So, what about the future?  Where is all of this heading?

Before he came to power, Adolph Hitler wrote these words:  “Anyone who interprets National Socialism merely as a political movement knows almost nothing about it.  It is more than religion; it is the determination to create a new man.”  For Hitler that new man was a totally unified “Aryan” race that would rule the world under his leadership.

For years I studied Germany and the rise of the Third Reich because I view it as both paradigmatic and predictive of what is to come. Hitler worked hard to collectivize his people, which meant giving them one mind and heart under the “fatherhood” of his leadership. All they had to do was place their faith in him and their problems would be solved.  Like a father he would take care of his children.  Many German Christians accepted Hitler as their Father.  Of course, he failed as all Wolf Kings do and took them into hell, but the Satanic process continues, constantly morphing into new, virulent forms.

The Worship of Self under the leadership of great Wolf Kings who head governments and parties, is at the heart of every political movement today. Every. Single. One.  As disparate as they appear and in such opposition to each other, ultimately they are working together to create a new world consciousness. As a Christian I believe that consciousness is being shaped and controlled by an invisible hierarchy of great evil in preparation for the last great confrontation with God led by the ultimate Wolf King.  Shockingly, God is going to help that process along.

Read these mysterious words written by St. Paul, found in the New Testament 2nd Letter to the Thessalonians 2:1-12:

“Now, brethren, concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our gathering together to Him, we ask you, not to be soon shaken in mind or troubled, either by spirit or by word or by letter, as if from us, as though the day of Christ had come. Let no one deceive you by any means; for that Day will not come unless the falling away comes first, and the man of sin is revealed, the son of perdition, who opposes and exalts himself above all that is called God or that is worshiped, so that he sits as God in the temple of God, showing himself that he is God. Do you not remember that when I was still with you I told you these things?

“And now you know what is restraining, that he may be revealed in his own time. For the mystery of lawlessness is already at work; only He who now restrains will do so until He is taken out of the way. And then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord will consume with the breath of His mouth and destroy with the brightness of His coming. The coming of the lawless one is according to the working of Satan, with all power, signs, and lying wonders, and with all unrighteous deception among those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth, that they might be saved. And for this reason God will send them strong delusion that they should believe the lie that they all may be condemned who did not believe the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness.”

St. Paul is saying that an overwhelming Delusion is coming. It will be associated with the rise of a Wolf King such as we have never seen – a man who will have all power to create amazing signs and lying wonders that will appear to prove that everything he says is irrefutably true.  This will cause a great falling away of many people who claim to be Christians from famous pastors down to the lowliest parishioners. The first rumblings of that falling away have begun, with former “Christian” leaders renouncing their faith and many following them.  But all of this is minimal compared to what is coming.

Adolph Hitler and Nazism did not appear out of nowhere.

The spiritual seedbed for their stupendous growth was created by storytellers.  The major storytellers that gave dark life to the soul of National Socialism were the alchemist Goethe, the composer Wagner who dramatized dark myths and ancient writers of Norse mythology.  Of course, there were many other influences including Madame Blavatsky and her eastern mystical Theosophy, Nietzsche and his Will to Power, the so-called higher criticism of German theologians who destroyed the authority of the Bible and even the caste system of India.    In this moral vacuum of national fear, pride and selfishness the stories that the Nazis told grew and prevailed. The echo of what happened then is ringing around us.

Edward Bernays learned how to tell stories in a new way and his form of storytelling now rules the world.  Who are the storytellers controlling the world today? The stories of Hollywood and its daughter industries breathe ever greater darkness into the world soul. World leaders and politicians are telling you stories based on fear and anger.  The ones who tell the most powerful stories that appeal to national selfishness are prevailing.

In response to this, what kind of stories is the Christian church speaking into our world?  For generations, we have been talking to ourselves, telling weak, pitiful stories that make us feel good.  What stories are we telling the world at this moment? Those that have been fed to us by the great political and media wolves that we have chosen as leaders. What a tragedy because we possess the Greatest Story Ever Told about God’s Love.

The message of Jesus Christ stands in direct opposition to the message of Edward Bernays and all those who have come after him.

Bernays and his ilk call for the Worship of Self.  But what did Jesus call for? These are His words, “If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me.” (Luke 9:23)

What does it mean to “deny” yourself?  First, it means humbling yourself before God, repenting of your sins and giving up your right to be your own little god. You give up control of your life to Him, wanting His will more than you want your own, asking Him to guide your choices in life. Second, you consciously choose to be His servant rather than serving yourself.  He leads and empowers us to serve others in His Name and that can take many forms.  It means that you measure all the desires that have been programmed into you by our evil culture, all the “tastes” that have been fed into you, against God’s Word in the Bible. Then you take up your cross.  Every person who follows Jesus has one. It may be the rejection of friends and the people you love.  It may be physical difficulty or something else.  Whatever it is, Jesus gives the strength to carry it and leads us on.  Clearly, this is the exact opposite of the Worship of Self and it is the only way to be free from the tyranny of that worship.

What is the great tragedy of America?

The Worship of Self always leads to tyranny and enslavement.  That is true both individually and collectively as a nation. That is the future of this land that I truly love and has given me so much. The nature of that tyranny has yet to unfold.  But one thing is certain, it will be welcomed by millions in their blindness because they will passionately believe it is the answer to all their problems. They will think they are choosing safety and protection, but they will be choosing the opposite. The worship of self ultimately leads to the end justifying any means necessary to satisfy our desires.

Those Christians who see what is happening are called to live and speak the Truth no matter what it costs.  We are called to prepare the way for the King.  The message must be clear.  Repent from your sins for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. The King is coming. He is the righteous judge of every person who has ever lived. We are to speak that message to a world, including to a church, that is locked in Self Worship, arrogance, self-pity, anger, bitterness, addictions, broken hearts, broken relationships and broken lives. We cannot do that when we are just as enslaved as everyone else.

Central to this, if we are followers of Jesus we must focus on a different citizenship in a different Kingdom because the one we are living in today is fading away. Above all else, we are citizens of the Kingdom of Heaven.  If our first love is centered in this world, if we think God must save America in order to fulfill His purposes, our faith is going to be deeply shaken. Prepare for dark days to come.  I don’t mean becoming a “prepper”, storing food, etc.  I mean daily prayer and serious personal Bible study.  Know God’s Word. Stop listening and believing the enslaving voices and stories of our culture.

If you have made it this far and you are not a believer in Jesus, thank you for your patience.  I strongly urge you to end your enslavement to the Worship of Self. You do this by confessing your sins and asking to be set free, by believing in Jesus and the sacrifice He made on the Cross to save your life forever. Place your life in His hands.  It is the only way of peace and safety in the days that are to come.

If I can be of help to you please contact me by email.  colemanluck@gmail.com

Flight Out of Darkness: Is There a Hell? Part II

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In my last post, we looked at a terrifying subject – the reality of hell, the center of Satan’s kingdom. It is a place beyond human description where people who have rejected all truth about themselves and their lives await final judgment. Witnesses have been given to us, people who have experienced brief moments in hell and come back to tell about it.  But those voices are almost overwhelmed by the many, many near death experiences that seem to prove that hell is not an issue that anyone should worry about.

Beginning with Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and Dr. Raymond Moody, dozens and dozens of books have been written that tell stories of people who appear to have crossed over into the afterlife and no matter what their backgrounds or beliefs, they are met by a loving being of light who affirms them.  Many experience a life review and when it’s over they are sent back, with vague messages of universal love that urge unity and an end to violence.  They tell us that we’re destroying the planet and we’ve got to take care of it.

Most of all these messages tell us that everyone is heading in the same spiritual direction, growing through various stages of spiritual development.  They tell us that there’s nothing to fear about death.  Ultimately, everyone is going to Heaven. In all of this literature extremely rare are experiences of hell.

So what’s going on here?

If hell is real and if the warnings of Jesus are true as I quoted in my last article, as heartbreaking as it is to say, the vast majority of the human race will not be going to Heaven at all.  Didn’t Jesus say in Matthew 7:14 that narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life and there are few who find it? According to Jesus, tragically, the vast majority of the human race are going toward eternal death. Which of these diametrically opposed messages is true? Of course, if you are an atheist you think none of it is true.  But that is a statement of blind faith without the slightest evidence and it goes against the eye-witness accounts of former atheists. I’d call that a high risk.

I believe that Satan (who is a very real and powerful being) is deeply concerned that God’s eye-witnesses who have experienced hell be overwhelmed by false visions created by his Angels of Darkness.  Jesus called Satan a Liar and the Father of Lies, but his lies are very subtle. To the best of his ability he will copy anything that he sees God doing.  And as much as possible he will salt truth and beauty into his lies. That’s why temptation is so tempting.  We see something that he presents and we want it. We know it’s wrong, but it’s painted so beautifully with all sorts of twisted logic giving us selfish reasons why it would be good for us.

Falling for Satan’s lies is addictive.

Doing so over and over makes us spiritually blind and stupid.  We start doing the one thing he wants for us more than anything else.  We start worshiping ourselves and our own desires.  We become our own little gods. As this happens, we give up the ability to understand any deeper truth, especially truth about who we really are. This the heart of every sort of addiction.  Facing truth about ourselves makes us very uncomfortable. It can cause deep pain, so we run and hide in a thousand ways. If we honestly confront who we are we would have to repent and our pride refuses to let that happen.

As I have studied the literature of near-death experiences, I have come to the conclusion that Satan uses two strategies that couple with our natural inclination to run from reality. These blind us about the truth regarding hell.

In January of 2010, an interesting man passed away.

His name was Maurice Rawlings.  He was a medical doctor, a cardiologist. In the early 1970’s Rawlings was definitely not a Christian.  That changed in 1977 because of a disturbing experience.  He was working with a team of nurses who were doing a stress test on a man who was having chest pain.  Rawlings instructed them to work the man harder until the pain returned.  While he was on the machine the patient had a heart attack.  His heart stopped beating.  As Rawlings worked to resuscitate him, a strange thing began to happen.  Several times the man revived, but then his heart would stop again.  And each time he regained consciousness he started screaming in absolute terror, pleading for the doctor to save him because every time his heart stopped he was in hell.

Being a good scientific materialist, Rawlings assumed it was just hallucinations. But his patient’s shrieks kept on and they were aggravating.  When he was conscious, the man pleaded with Rawlings to pray for him.  The doctor felt insulted.  He wasn’t a priest or a psychiatrist.  Finally, just to shut him up he made up a make-believe prayer.  He told the man to say, “Jesus Christ is the Son of God.  Keep me out of hell and if I live I’m on the hook.  I’m yours.”

Of course, the words were all a fantasy.  Rawlings didn’t believe any of it.  But the man did as he was told and, suddenly, the strangest thing happened.  No longer was he a screaming, wild-eyed lunatic.  He became relaxed and calm.  The terror vanished.  Seeing such a transformation frightened Dr. Rawlings.  Ultimately, it led to him ask Jesus to forgive his sins and be his Lord and Savior.

Over the following decades Rawlings entered into deep research about near-death experiences.  As a cardiologist he had many opportunities to witness people die.  From those experiences he wrote several books including Beyond Death’s Door and To Hell and Back. During his years of observation Rawlings noticed some very strange phenomena. First, he observed people who had clear and terrifying experiences of hell and communicated those awful visions during the crisis of resuscitation.  But very quickly as they recuperated, something odd occurred.  The memory of hell that they had witnessed so clearly entirely vanished.

What had happened? Where had the terrifying memories gone?

Rawlings concluded that there was a logical answer. What happens when we go through other experiences that are deeply shocking and traumatic such as brutal car accidents?  To protect us, our conscious minds simply refuse to recall the trauma.  The whole event submerges into our subconscious where it remains inaccessible, but it still affects us. Rawlings came to believe that this natural tendency toward psychological protection is the first reason why near-death experiences of hell do not appear with great frequency in the literature.  The vision is so horrible that the majority of “experiencers” automatically wipe it from their conscious memories.

But Rawlings discovered another reason why we don’t read more about near-death visions of hell.  As the years passed and he accumulated more and more records of these events, he contacted Dr. Kubler-Ross and other leading writers in the field, offering to share his files with them.  They didn’t want to see them.  They didn’t want to write about such negative visions.  This led Rawlings to believe that near-death experiences of hell are being consciously suppressed by many in the medical community. And it’s understandable. Medical personnel are frightened of them and prefer not to think about them.  And for those who are writers, you sell a lot more books by telling people what they want to hear and making them feel good.

But there is a third reason why near-death experiences of hell are not common.  One day Rawlings was doing a questionnaire with a patient who had been shot in the chest.  One of the bullets had nicked his heart and before he was resuscitated he had a near-death experience.  In it he was taken up into a loving white light where he was welcomed and affirmed.  No serious life examination took place at all.  The white light did not mention that three years previously he had murdered two people during a robbery.  All he felt was peace and love.

Why had he been shot in the chest?

He had been in a bar and had started dancing with what he thought was a beautiful, young woman. But very quickly, he discovered that his partner was a cross-dresser.  He hated homosexuals so he had beaten him up.  The man had gone behind the bar, pulled out a gun and shot him.

So what did this man say to Rawlings about his near-death experience? These are his words:  “Well, it felt good to be in this beautiful place, but I kept wondering why the light never asked me about beating the heck out of the cross-dresser.  And the light never mentioned the two killings from the past.  I was glad he didn’t ask me about those things, but if he was from God, why didn’t he?  I thought about bringing it up, but I said to myself, why knock a good thing and kept my mouth shut.  I knew I should be in hell instead of this nice place.  Doc, does God ever make mistakes?”  What had happened?  Did God make a mistake or just overlook this man’s awful deeds?

Why are there not more experiences of hell? 

Because many people are given lying visions.

If you want to read some darkly hilarious literature I suggest reading books that come from “advanced spirit beings” that “channel” their wisdom through a human “medium”.  One of the classics of channeled literature is a book called Seth Speaks.  According to the jacket, (and I quote) “Seth is a personality no longer focused in physical reality.”  (I have known a network executive or two who fit that description.)

In 1963, a woman named Jane Roberts and her husband started playing with a Ouija board.  Suddenly, messages began coming from it. This led Jane to become a trance medium in order to channel the wisdom of an entity who called himself Seth.  Was Jane really channeling “Seth” or was it all just regurgitated from her imagination?  I think there is good reason to believe she was actually in touch with something beyond herself.  The voice and the style of speech were entirely different from her own. What it said was completely out of character for her. What she experienced was spirit possession. If you don’t believe in that I have a shelf of books that you should read.  I’d be happy to share titles.

When you read so-called channeled literature you are wading in a swamp of mental goop right up to your eyeballs.  But in the middle of all the asinine blather you may come upon a fragment of fascinating information. Seth had a very big mouth and he loved to boast.  He wanted everyone to believe that in him resides the wisdom of the ages.  In his book he spends a number of chapters telling people what will happen to them after death.  Needless to say, nothing that he shares agrees with Jesus and the Bible.  But buried in the blather a scintillating factoid is dropped that I think represents truth.

Seth is a very busy entity and he has many associates.

According to him, all advanced beings are deeply interested in helping poor benighted humans like us.   Seth informs us that one of their most important activities is to assist people at the moment of “transition out of the body.”  It is one of their regular assignments.  Seth and his associates have a great concern.  It is their desire to meet the spiritual expectations of every human when we “die”.

Seth wants us to know that all human belief systems are just hallucinations. Once we are dead, he and his friends become guides to help us transition through and beyond our infantile religious beliefs.  According to Seth, in order to facilitate this important work he and his entity cohorts become whatever “god” you expect to see.  Let’s read his own words as “channeled” through Jane.

“The situation is rather tricky from a guide’s viewpoint, for psychologically, the utmost discretion must be used. One man’s Moses, as I discovered, may not be another man’s Moses. I have served as a rather creditable Moses on several occasions – and once – though this is hard to believe – to an Arab.

“The Arab was a very interesting character.  Let me tell you about him. He hated Jews, but somehow was obsessed with the idea that Moses was more powerful than Allah and for years this was the secret sin upon his conscience.  He was killed by the Crusaders in the most horrible way.  They forced his mouth open and stuffed it with burning coals as a starter.  As he died, he cried to Allah, then in greater desperation to Moses.  And as his consciousness left his body, Moses was there. He believed in Moses more than he did Allah and I did not know until the last moment which form I was to assume.”

With consummate pride, Seth tells us that he and his associates staged a grand pageant for this Arab’s benefit with Allah and Moses fighting each other for his soul because, for some unknown reason, that was what the man expected. Beneath all this asinine hilarity, a chilling statement is being made.  When St. Paul writes in II Corinthians 11:14 that Satan can masquerade as an angel of light, we should take that very seriously.  Before his fall, Satan was in God’s Presence.  As one of the most powerful angels, he is able to mimic the Light and Love of God.  Now I’m sure what he creates is a very poor copy, but for people who have never experienced the original it is an alluring counterfeit.   He can make it feel as though you are in God’s presence, then tell you anything he wants.

What is the purpose of this counterfeit?

In many near-death experiences, people meet whatever god they believe in and are sent back with messages of false hope.  Most of all, the focus of those messages is this:  Jesus is not who the Bible says He is.  He is just one of many great teachers and avatars who have appeared throughout history.  He is not the only savior of the world.  Certainly, He is not the only way to Heaven. Most of all, Satan does not want you to know and believe that Jesus really did come and give His life to save the human race from hell.

Satan knows very well what happened in the heart of his kingdom almost two thousand years ago.  I fear that an understanding of what happened in the kingdom of hell has been lost in the church of today.  It’s time we reclaimed it.  Here’s how it began.

Luke 22:63-23:47 Now the men who held Jesus mocked Him and beat Him. And having blindfolded Him, they struck Him on the face and asked Him, saying, “Prophesy! Who is the one who struck You?” And many other things they blasphemously spoke against Him. As soon as it was day, the elders of the people, both chief priests and scribes, came together and led Him into their council, saying, “If You are the Christ, tell us.” But He said to them, “If I tell you, you will by no means believe.  And if I also ask you, you will by no means answer Me or let Me go.   Hereafter the Son of Man will sit on the right hand of the power of God.” 

Then they all said, “Are You then the Son of God?” So He said to them, “You rightly say that I am.”  And they said, “What further testimony do we need? For we have heard it ourselves from His own mouth.” Then the whole multitude of them arose and led Him to Pilate. And they began to accuse Him, saying, “We found this fellow perverting the nation, and forbidding to pay taxes to Caesar, saying that He Himself is Christ, a King.”

Then Pilate asked Him, saying, “Are You the King of the Jews?” He answered him and said, “It is as you say.”   So Pilate said to the chief priests and the crowd, “I find no fault in this Man.” But they were the more fierce, saying, “He stirs up the people, teaching throughout all Judea, beginning from Galilee to this place.”

When Pilate heard of Galilee, he asked if the Man were a Galilean.  And as soon as he knew that He belonged to Herod’s jurisdiction, he sent Him to Herod, who was also in Jerusalem at that time.  Now when Herod saw Jesus, he was exceedingly glad; for he had desired for a long time to see Him, because he had heard many things about Him, and he hoped to see some miracle done by Him. Then he questioned Him with many words, but He answered him nothing.  And the chief priests and scribes stood and vehemently accused Him. Then Herod, with his men of war, treated Him with contempt and mocked Him, arrayed Him in a gorgeous robe, and sent Him back to Pilate. That very day Pilate and Herod became friends with each other, for previously they had been at enmity with each other.

Then Pilate, when he had called together the chief priests, the rulers, and the people, said to them, “You have brought this Man to me, as one who misleads the people. And indeed, having examined Him in your presence, I have found no fault in this Man concerning those things of which you accuse Him; no, neither did Herod, for I sent you back to him; and indeed nothing deserving of death has been done by Him.  I will therefore chastise Him and release Him” (for it was necessary for him to release one to them at the feast).  

And they all cried out at once, saying, “Away with this Man, and release to us Barabbas” — who had been thrown into prison for a certain rebellion made in the city, and for murder. Pilate, therefore, wishing to release Jesus, again called out to them. But they shouted, saying, “Crucify Him, crucify Him!”

Then he said to them the third time, “Why, what evil has He done? I have found no reason for death in Him. I will therefore chastise Him and let Him go.” But they were insistent, demanding with loud voices that He be crucified. And the voices of these men and of the chief priests prevailed.   So Pilate gave sentence that it should be as they requested. And he released to them the one they requested, who for rebellion and murder had been thrown into prison; but he delivered Jesus to their will.

Now as they led Him away, they laid hold of a certain man, Simon a Cyrenian, who was coming from the country, and on him they laid the cross that he might bear it after Jesus. And a great multitude of the people followed Him, and women who also mourned and lamented Him. But Jesus, turning to them, said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for Me, but weep for yourselves and for your children.  For indeed the days are coming in which they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, wombs that never bore, and breasts which never nursed!’  Then they will begin ‘to say to the mountains, “Fall on us!” and to the hills, “Cover us!”‘  For if they do these things in the green wood, what will be done in the dry?” 

There were also two others, criminals, led with Him to be put to death. And when they had come to the place called Calvary, there they crucified Him, and the criminals, one on the right hand and the other on the left. Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.”

And they divided His garments and cast lots. And the people stood looking on. But even the rulers with them sneered, saying, “He saved others; let Him save Himself if He is the Christ, the chosen of God. “The soldiers also mocked Him, coming and offering Him sour wine, and saying, “If You are the King of the Jews, save Yourself.” And an inscription also was written over Him in letters of Greek, Latin, and Hebrew: THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS.

Then one of the criminals who were hanged blasphemed Him, saying, “If You are the Christ, save Yourself and us.” But the other, answering, rebuked him, saying, “Do you not even fear God, seeing you are under the same condemnation? And we indeed justly, for we receive the due reward of our deeds; but this Man has done nothing wrong.” Then he said to Jesus, “Lord, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.” And Jesus said to him, “Assuredly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in Paradise.”

 Now it was about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour. Then the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was torn in two. And when Jesus had cried out with a loud voice, He said, “Father, ‘into Your hands I commit My spirit.'” Having said this, He breathed His last. So when the centurion saw what had happened, he glorified God, saying, “Certainly this was a righteous Man!”

I’ve read the story of Jesus Christ’s death so many times.  I’ve seen films about it, and probably you have too, the Son of God taking the sins of the world upon Himself. It’s clear from the Biblical record that behind the human conspiracy that led to Jesus’ crucifixion, Satan and his Angels of Darkness were working feverishly.  If you remember, during the Last Supper, it says that at a certain moment Satan himself entered into Judas Iscariot, the betrayer.  Satan desperately wanted Jesus to die.

But there is an element to this story that bothered me for a long time.

Now, I am not a theologian. Neither am I a professional Bible scholar.  I’m only a Hollywood storyteller.  But every good storyteller asks logical questions.  As writers, we have to understand our characters, their motives, their hopes and their dreams.  Especially this is true when we create antagonists.  As evil as an antagonist may be, if your story is going to make sense, the villain has to make decisions out of a logical framework based on his view of reality.  Even if he is insane, he has some kind of consistent viewpoint. He wants something and he has reasons for wanting it. Though the world may view him as horribly evil, in his own eyes he is the hero of the story, a victim of cruel injustice who is terribly misunderstood and maligned.  In his self-pity, he sees everything he does as fully justified.  In every great antagonist there is a logic of self-preservation. Certainly that would be true for the most formidable antagonist of all, Satan.

So here is the question that bothered me.  Why would Satan want to kill Jesus Christ?  He’s the Son of God.  Satan knows that.  He’s taking on the sins of the world.  Satan knows that.  He’s tried to tempt Him to a different course, to personally sin, to be disobedient to God’s laws and purpose and it hasn’t worked.  Based on that alone, then this has got to be the logical reality from Satan’s viewpoint.  “If I kill Him, he’s going to Heaven and His death will redeem the human race.”  It’s in the Old Testament.  Satan is an expert on the Bible.  He knows Isaiah 53 and all the other passages about the suffering Messiah.  And he knows the passages about Him being a conquering King.

Let’s apply some story logic.

Given this understanding, if you were Satan wouldn’t you want to keep Jesus alive in this world forever? Wouldn’t you protect him so He would die a natural death in old age, not giving his life for anyone? Why would you want to facilitate your own destruction?  So what are we missing here? What is going on that we have overlooked?  Let me present an idea. What if Satan had an entirely different understanding about what would happen to Jesus when He died? I believe that Jesus Himself gave us some hints about Satan’s motives.

Let’s look at a fascinating parable. Matthew 21:33-46:

“Hear another parable: There was a certain landowner who planted a vineyard and set a hedge around it, dug a winepress in it and built a tower. And he leased it to vinedressers and went into a far country.  Now when vintage-time drew near, he sent his servants to the vinedressers, that they might receive its fruit.  And the vinedressers took his servants, beat one, killed one, and stoned another.  Again he sent other servants, more than the first, and they did likewise to them. 

Then last of all he sent his son to them, saying, ‘They will respect my son.’  But when the vinedressers saw the son, they said among themselves, ‘This is the heir. Come, let us kill him and seize his inheritance.’  So they took him and cast him out of the vineyard and killed him.  “Therefore, when the owner of the vineyard comes, what will he do to those vinedressers?” 

They said to Him,” He will destroy those wicked men miserably, and lease his vineyard to other vinedressers who will render to him the fruits in their seasons.” Jesus said to them, “Have you never read in the Scriptures: ‘The stone which the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone. This was the LORD’s doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes’?  

 “Therefore I say to you, the kingdom of God will be taken from you and given to a nation bearing the fruits of it.  And whoever falls on this stone will be broken; but on whomever it falls, it will grind him to powder.”  Now when the chief priests and Pharisees heard His parables, they perceived that He was speaking of them. But when they sought to lay hands on Him, they feared the multitudes, because they took Him for a prophet.

Who is Jesus talking about in this parable?

Clearly, first of all He is talking about the hypocritical religious leaders who are in His audience.  These men wanted to kill Him.  In a number of places He calls such men children of their father, the devil.  Strong words.  It means that to Jesus they were the human representatives of Satan and the kingdom of hell.

But let me ask a question.  As much as they hated Him, did those religious leaders view Jesus as the Son and Heir of their Kingdom?  Absolutely not.  In His trial they wanted to crucify Him for claiming just such a thing.  So on a deeper level, who was Jesus talking about?  Who did know that He was the Son and Heir and who did want to kill Him because of that?  Satan and all of his fallen hosts.  What does the parable say about the motives of the murderers?  They believed that if they could kill the son the vineyard would be theirs.

So what might Satan have believed?  First, he believed the eternal truth stated in Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death.  St. Paul wrote those words. What is he saying?  What does death mean in this context? Just physical death? If that’s true as soon as our hearts stop beating the price for sin is paid and we all ought to go to Heaven.  But it doesn’t mean just physical death.  In Luke 12:4-5 Jesus warned that we shouldn’t fear the one who can kill the body. We should fear God, the One who can cast the soul into hell.

The Bible teaches that because of sin, the curse of death is a two-part experience.  First, comes physical death.  That is the minor part.  After that there is the death of the spirit in eternal suffering apart from God. The Bible calls this the Second Death. So what might Satan have believed about the moment when Jesus’ Spirit left His body?  The perfect Son of God who has never sinned has come into this world to do what? 2 Corinthians 5:21 says it clearly: For He (God) made Him (Jesus) who knew no sin (to be) sin for us. Those two little words “to be” do not exist in the Greek.  They’ve been added to make it more readable in English.  What it says is that God made Jesus sin for us.  He didn’t make Him commit sin for us.  He turned Him into sin for us. It was the ultimate sacrifice mirrored in the entire Old Testament system of sacrifices. The animal hadn’t done the sinning, it was the people.  A substitute for the sinner took on the sin and paid the penalty.

What sin?  Whose sin?  John 3:16 says: “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son…” What sin?  The sin of the whole world. By God’s decree, Jesus became guilty of all the sins that have ever been committed from Adam and Eve down to the last child who will ever be born. No wonder in the Garden of Gethsemane Jesus cried out, “Father if it is possible let this awful cup pass from me.”

So what did Satan understand?

The Law of God is clear and immutable.  The soul that sins must die.  Not just physical death, spiritual death in hell.  So what must happen to Jesus?  In becoming the sin of the entire human race, He is transformed into the most the most vile, wretched and filthy man who has ever lived, guilty of everything from the murders of the Holocaust to child rape and on and on.  God will not be able stand the sight of Him.  If we had seen it all, we couldn’t have stood the sight of Him. Satan would understand that into hell Jesus must go to suffer the second death and remain under his evil control. With the Son in hell, what will happen to the world?  It will belong to the Prince of the Power of the Air forever. The “vineyard” will be his.  Suddenly, it is brutally clear why Satan may have wanted Jesus to die.

And at His death, into hell Jesus went.  One of the oldest statements of faith in the history of the Church is the Apostle’s Creed.  It says, “He descended into hell.”  It doesn’t say He was dragged there.  He went there. What is this statement based on?  What does the Bible say happened when Jesus entered hell?  Let’s look at some mysterious passages.

Ephesians 4:7-10 But to each one of us grace was given according to the measure of Christ’s gift. Therefore He says: “When He ascended on high, He led captivity captive, And gave gifts to men.”   (Now this, “He ascended” — what does it mean but that He also first descended into the lower parts of the earth? He who descended is also the One who ascended far above all the heavens, that He might fill all things.)  Those are the words of St. Paul.

Among the Jewish people of Paul’s day the concept of the lower parts of the earth never meant simply a grave in the dirt.  It meant going down into hades – into hell.

Colossians 2:11-15 tells us this: In Him you were also circumcised with the circumcision made without hands, by putting off the body of the sins of the flesh, by the circumcision of Christ, buried with Him in baptism, in which you also were raised with Him through faith in the working of God, who raised Him from the dead. And you, being dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, He has made alive together with Him, having forgiven you all trespasses, having wiped out the handwriting of requirements that was against us, which was contrary to us. And He has taken it out of the way, having nailed it to the cross. Having disarmed principalities and powers, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them in it.

Disarming principalities and powers, making a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them, these are words of absolute violence.  The people of the Roman world would have understood what Paul meant.  They had seen such things.  They had seen Roman generals going into enemy territory and fighting terrible wars.  When the enemy was defeated a Roman general would chain up all the soldiers left alive and lead them in a humiliating parade to show how he had triumphed over them. That’s what Paul is saying Jesus did.  What other time for this to have happened than when He descended into hell, when Satan thought he had power over Him?

Sometime before His Resurrection, the war of the ages took place in the heart of Satan’s kingdom.

Remember that “time” does not mean the same thing in every dimension.  An hour in this world could be ten thousand years in a different reality. So Jesus could say to the thief on the cross, “This day you will be with me in Paradise” and be true to His word, while remaining in Satan’s Kingdom for what felt like an eternity.  I believe that in that war…in the heart of hell…the Great Victory was won.  All Satan’s evil hosts were defeated by Jesus alone through the Power of God’s Holy Spirit. He didn’t destroy them.  That comes later.  But He bound them, limiting their power.

But before His great victory what happened to Jesus in hell?  For some unknown period did He suffer there the Second Death for the sinners of the world?  The Bible does not tell us.  But I believe that’s what Satan expected to happen.

1 Peter 3:18-20 says: For Christ also suffered once for sins, the just for the unjust, that He might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh but made alive by the Spirit, by whom also He went and preached to the spirits in prison.  

God would not leave Jesus, His Only Begotten Son, in hell.  The Spirit made Him alive. And after His victory over Satan, He preached the greatest sermon in the history of the world to a vast audience locked in darkness.  Based on that victory, how does Jesus describe Himself now? You can read it in Revelation 1:18I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death.”  He won those keys by the giving His Life for you and me.

 How can we communicate what Jesus has done for us?

Where are the words?  There is no greater responsibility for a Christian storyteller than to try to communicate what Jesus’ death, His descent into hell and His resurrection really mean for humanity?  How can we communicate the sin and evil that He became for us, the sin and evil that we do and that we are as a race?  How can a storyteller communicate our “utter lostness”?

I tried to do this in a chapter of a novel that I wrote entitled, Dagon’s Illusion.  I have turned that novel into a dramatic podcast of the same name.  Below you will find a link to Episode 35 that I called The Dark Parade.  While it comes in the middle of the novel, I think you will find that it stands alone.  Every evil described in it has actually been committed by we humans at some point in our history. I invite you to listen.


The writer of the New Testament Book of Hebrews asks the ultimate question:

“…How shall we escape if we neglect so great a salvation?”

That is a question that you need to ask yourself right now.  My friend, our lives are so short. Before you know it, yours will come to an end.  As you have read already, the message of the Bible is clear.  God loves you more than you could ever know.  No matter what you have done, no matter what sins you have committed, Jesus gave His life for you to give you His Eternal Life forever. You are invited right now to lay your life at His feet, to give your life to Him.  Be honest with Him about the things you know that you have done that are wrong. Ask Him to forgive you and become your Savior and Lord. He will do it.  His Life can be yours. There is no other path to Heaven.

If I can be of help to you, email me:  Colemanluck@gmail.com



Flight Out of Darkness: Is Hell Real? Part I

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Back in the late 80’s I was the co-Executive producer and Showrunner of the television series, The Equalizer.  It ran for four years on CBS and starred the wonderful actor, my friend, the late Edward Woodward. Since then, the series has aired around the world.  While we were in production, as Showrunner I decided to commission an episode about a street gang in New York that was terrorizing a high school.

In the story, Robert McCall, The Equalizer, takes on the task of turning these young men from their dangerous and destructive lives. It would be a kind of “scared straight” episode.  A freelance writer was assigned.  When the script came in it just didn’t work.  So, I took on the task of re-writing it myself. That’s what is called a “page one rewrite.” Basically, you start all over.  In the episode, McCall does the traditional “scared straight” things.  He takes the gang to see the autopsy of a former gang member.   But as I wrote, none of this was enough.  In our day, street gangs see death all the time.  I struggled with the script and I prayed.  Then I remembered a story that I had read years before.

I wrote a scene such as had never appeared on television.  It broke every rule of TV writing.  The scene was pages long and it was just one man talking – no cut aways, no nothing.  It was a scene about a hit man who had been hit himself – shot in the head.  It was about his journey into hell and back.

I turned in the script on a Friday afternoon and thought, “Well, this is it.  I’ve done a lot of stuff on this series, but I’m never going to get away with this.”  It was a long weekend of waiting as I knew that everyone was reading that script.  I went in on Monday morning prepared for the war I thought might come. I was utterly shocked to discover that everyone loved the script.  Talk about amazed relief.  Suddenly, our only problem was finding an actor strong enough to carry such a heavy cameo.

Actor after actor was read in New York.  And we couldn’t find anybody.  It came to the day before it was supposed to shoot.  I made the decision that if it couldn’t be done right I would cut the scene. At the last minute we found our actor.  And what a great actor he is.  His name is David Strathairn.  No one could have done that scene better than he did it.  A few years ago you saw him in the feature film, Good Night and Good Luck.  In it he played the legendary newsman Edward R. Murrow.  He did our cameo and the name of The Equalizer episode became Sea of Fire. The true story upon which I based that scene I want to share with you right now. It has haunted me for many years.

Oregon’s Amazing Miracle

The experience happened to a man named Thomas Welch on July 1, 1924.  Thomas lost both his parents when he was 11 years old and was raised by an aunt and uncle who were kind to him.  But no one could replace his parents.  At an early age, he stopped believing in God.  As a young adult, he had Christian friends who took him to church.  He heard the message of Jesus many times and it never moved him.  His heart was hard.

Thomas got a job at a saw mill in Oregon as an engineer’s helper.  What happened took place on his first day of work.  The mill was sawing giant squares that were flumed down a trough of water to the Colombia River. There was a dam at the mill and a log pond.  The trestle over the dam was 55 feet above the water. Thomas went out on the trestle to straighten out some timber that had become jammed causing the conveyor to stop moving.

Suddenly, he fell off the trestle between the timbers.  An engineer saw him fall. He landed on his head on the first beam 30 feet down, then tumbled from one beam to another until he landed in the water and disappeared.  The pond was ten feet deep. The mill shut down.  There were 70 men working that day and all of them joined in a search for his body. It took almost an hour to find him.  He was submerged for that entire time. While that search was going on, this is what Thomas Welch was experiencing in his own words:

“I was dead as far as this world is concerned. But I was alive in another world. There was no lost time. I learned more in that hour out of my body than I could ever learn while in this body. All I remember is falling over the edge of the trestle.  The next thing I knew I was standing near a shoreline of a great ocean of fire. It appeared to be what the Bible says it is in Revelation 21:8 “The lake which burns with fire and brimstone.” It was the most awesome sight one could ever see this side of the final judgment.

“I remember more clearly than any other thing that has ever happened to me in my lifetime every detail of every moment, what I saw and what happened during that hour I was gone from this world. I was standing some distance from this burning, turbulent, rolling mass of blue fire. As far as my eyes could see it was just the same. A lake of fire and brimstone. There was nobody in it. I was not in it.

“I saw other people whom I had known that had died when I was thirteen years old. One was an uncle of mine who died of consumption. Another was a boy I had gone to school with who had died from cancer of the jaw. He was two years older than I. We recognized each other, even though we did not speak. They too, were looking and seemed to be perplexed and in deep thought, as though they could not believe what they saw. Their expressions were those of bewilderment and confusion. The scene was so awesome that words simply fail. There is no way to describe it except to say we were eyewitnesses now to the final judgment. There is no way to escape, no way out. You don’t even try to look for one. This is the prison out of which no one can escape except by Divine intervention.

“I said to myself in an audible voice, ‘If I had known about this I would have done anything that was required to escape coming to a place like this.’ But I had not known. As these thoughts were racing through my mind, I saw another Man coming by in front of us. I knew immediately who He was. He had a strong, kind, compassionate face, composed and unafraid, Master of all He saw. It was Jesus Himself.

“A great hope took hold of me and I knew the answer to my problem was this great and wonderful Person who was moving by me there in this prison of lost confused judgment-bound souls. I did not do anything to attract His attention. I said to myself, ‘If He would only look my way and see me, He could rescue me from this place because He would know I never understood it was like this. He would know what to do.’ He passed on by and it seemed as though He would not look my way, but just before He passed out of sight He turned His head and looked directly at me. That is all it took. His look was enough.

“In seconds I was back and entering into my body again. It was like coming in through the door of a house. I could hear my Christian friends praying minutes before I could open my eyes or say anything. I could hear and I understood what was going on. Then, suddenly, life came into my body and I opened my eyes and spoke to them. It’s easy to talk about and describe something you have seen. I know there is a Lake of Fire because I have seen it. I know Jesus Christ is alive in eternity. I have seen Him.”  (End of statement)

There were many witnesses to the miracle that Thomas Welch experienced.  It was written up with sworn statements by several of those witnesses including a statement by a physician who attended him.

After his terrible ordeal, Welch was taken to a hospital and his scalp was sewn back on.  His broken body was sore all over and he was in bed for several days.  All that time he was talking to Jesus.  The Lord told him that he had been spared to tell his story to the world. Thomas decided that he couldn’t do that in a hospital bed, so he got up and left on his own.  Wrapped in bandages, he went to a friend’s house and pulled out all the stitches on his head with tweezers.  There was no bleeding. His body had been healed. You can find Thomas’s story on the Internet if you search for Oregon’s Amazing Miracle.

The Most Difficult Subject

This is one of the most difficult things I have ever felt compelled to write.  Hell has become a joke, a meaningless swear word.  But if you do any serious study of it at all you come away horrified with a broken heart.  You wouldn’t want your worst enemy to spend a minute there.

Most people, including many who consider themselves Christians, don’t believe in a literal hell.  They think that when the Bible talks about hell it’s just being metaphorical, a kind of scare tactic to make people live right.  Surveys have shown that the overwhelming majority in the United States who believe in an afterlife are sure they are going to Heaven when they die. Almost no one thinks they are going to hell.  Those who do, joke about it as though it were a giant sports bar where all the most fun people hang out forever in an endless party.

Beneath all of this is a deadly serious question, “Why would God, who is supposed to be a God of love, send anyone to hell?”  Before we deal with that, we should ask another question.  Is hell real at all?  Now, either it is or it isn’t and if it is real what we believe about it doesn’t affect its actual existence in the least. When I lived in Illinois I could have said that I don’t believe in earthquakes. If I had thought that, when I moved to California there would have come a rude awakening.  The same is true about hell.

What Did Jesus Believe?

People who never read the Bible have the common misconception that Jesus was just a humble teacher of love. They need to do a lot more study.  Did He believe in a literal hell? Let’s read some of the things …and He said a lot on this subject:

Matthew 5:21-22: “You have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not murder, and whoever murders will be in danger of the judgment.’ But I say to you that whoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment. And whoever says to his brother, ‘Raca!’ (which means worthless one) shall be in danger of the council. But whoever says, ‘You fool!’ shall be in danger of hell fire.”

Matt 5:27-30: “You have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’  But I say to you that whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.  If your right eye causes you to sin, pluck it out and cast it from you; for it is more profitable for you that one of your members perish, than for your whole body to be cast into hell.  And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and cast it from you; for it is more profitable for you that one of your members perish, than for your whole body to be cast into hell.”

Matt 10:27-28 “Whatever I tell you in the dark, speak in the light; and what you hear in the ear, preach on the housetops.  And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. But rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”

Matt 18:6-9: “Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea. Woe to the world because of offenses! For offenses must come, but woe to that man by whom the offense comes!  “If your hand or foot causes you to sin, cut it off and cast it from you. It is better for you to enter into life lame or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet, to be cast into the everlasting fire. And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out and cast it from you. It is better for you to enter into life with one eye, rather than having two eyes, to be cast into hell fire.” 

Matt 7:13-14: “Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.  Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.” 

Luke 13:22-30: And He went through the cities and villages, teaching, and journeying toward Jerusalem. Then one said to Him, “Lord, are there few who are saved?” And He said to them, “Strive to enter through the narrow gate, for many, I say to you, will seek to enter and will not be able.  When once the Master of the house has risen up and shut the door, and you begin to stand outside and knock at the door, saying, ‘Lord, Lord, open for us,’ and He will answer and say to you, ‘I do not know you, where you are from,’ then you will begin to say, ‘We ate and drank in Your presence, and You taught in our streets.’  But He will say, ‘I tell you I do not know you, where you are from? Depart from Me, all you workers of iniquity.’  There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth, when you see Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and all the prophets in the kingdom of God, and yourselves thrust out.  They will come from the east and the west, from the north and the south, and sit down in the kingdom of God.  And indeed there are last who will be first, and there are first who will be last.”

Finally, one of Jesus’ most unusual parables:  Luke 16:19-31 “There was a certain rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day.  But there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate, desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table. Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.  So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died and was buried.  And being in torments in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.  “Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.’  But Abraham said, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things; but now he is comforted and you are tormented.  And besides all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed, so that those who want to pass from here to you cannot, nor can those from there pass to us.’ “Then he said, ‘I beg you therefore, father, that you would send him to my father’s house, for I have five brothers that he may testify to them, lest they also come to this place of torment.’ Abraham said to him, ‘They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.’  And he said, ‘No, father Abraham; but if one goes to them from the dead, they will repent.’ But he said to him, ‘If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded though one rise from the dead.'” 

This is one of the strangest of Jesus’ parables.  It is the only parable in which He names a person in the story.  The implication is that it may not be simply a story at all.  Jesus could be describing something that actually happened.  And with that story comes the most solemn warning.

To Write about Hell as Being Real is Dangerous

Many people will consider you a primitive, judgmental fanatic living in a dark, fantasy world.   But if you really care about people, that’s a risk that must be taken. I believe that if we could see the reality of hell right now and the great mass of humanity that is suffering there, we could never say the word “hell” again without our eyes filling with tears.  Most of all we would be desperately concerned that not one more soul go there. I don’t want you to go there. That’s why I am writing this.

A Frightening Vision

Over the years I have read dozens of eye witness accounts of people who were shown the reality of hell and came back to give a warning. A number of years ago, I spoke to a group about the reality of Heaven and hell.  When it was over, a woman told a story.

She was a Jewish believer in Yeshua (Jesus) as her Messiah.  Life had not been easy for her.  Her mother was an atheist who did not believe in an afterlife at all. For years, she had mocked and derided her daughter for her faith.  Finally, the mother’s life approached its end.  But a few days before she died, something happened.  She had been in a coma. Suddenly, she awoke. What she told her daughter was stunning.

Though unconscious in this world, she had been completely alive in another one. In fact, more alive and aware than she had ever been.  First, she had found herself outside a gigantic city larger and more lovely than anything on earth. It had huge entrances with beautiful gates. From inside the city came sounds of incredible joy, as though the greatest party in the universe was taking place. But she couldn’t go in.  The gates were closed.

Then, the scene changed.  The city vanished.  She found herself standing outside an ominous door darker and more forbidding than anything she could have imagined in a nightmare.  From behind that door came wails of agonizing sorrow and raging cries that utterly terrified her. More than anything, she didn’t want to go in there. One thing was certain to her, whatever this was, it wasn’t a dream.

Her daughter explained to her what she had seen from the Bible. The city was the New Jerusalem, the Messiah’s home.  She told her that Yeshua, Yahweh’s Only Begotten Son, had paid the price for her sins with His death on the cross. If she believed in Him, the gates to that beautiful city would open for her and she could live there forever. The dying woman placed her faith in Yeshua and a few days later passed from this world.

There are those who would tell us that all such “visions” are just excretions from a dying brain.  What they don’t explain is why the brain would create such specific images. In the brain of an atheist, where would they come from and what would be the purpose for them? In my library are many books that deal with “Near-Death Experiences”. Almost all of them focus on the beautiful and positive visions that many report.  Very few deal with the kind of reality that I am sharing with you.  And a significant percentage of people have such terrifying experiences. What is going on?  We’ll deal with that in my next article, Flight Out of Darkness Part II.

Right now, I want you to understand that according to the Bible, hell is not the Lake of Fire that is described in the Book of Revelation and that Thomas Welch saw.  God created the Lake of Fire as a terrible and eternal punishment for Satan and his Angels of Darkness. It wasn’t created for people, but there will be many, many people who are cast into it.  For all those lost ones, Satan’s Kingdom of Hell, the center of his power, is a waiting place, an awful prison that holds them in his power until the Final Judgment.  He wants as many people as possible to go with him into the Lake of Fire which is his future. Why?  Because every lost person breaks the heart of God. And that brings him pleasure.  Remember the words of John 3:16.  “God so loved the world…” That means every one of us.  Satan hates whatever God loves.

From many reports it is clear that the Kingdom of Hell is a huge dimension with a vast number of areas where levels of suffering and punishment vary. This is why people have different experiences in this horrifying place.  Here is another one:

A Descent Into Death

Howard Storm was a professor of art at Northern Kentucky University.  When he was 38 years old he and his wife were leading a group of students on a tour of the art museums in Paris.  He had been having some gastric pain, but over-the-counter medications had been taking care of it.  Then one morning he was talking to a member of his group, when suddenly, it felt as though he had been shot in the stomach.  But no one had shot him.  He didn’t know it, but the wall of his stomach had been perforated and acid was flowing into his abdomen.

In agony, he was taken to a hospital.  But it was a weekend and the ineptitude of the French medical system kept him from seeing a doctor for hours.  Finally, he was in such pain that all he wanted to do was die.  He knew that was the only way to get relief.  Storm was an atheist.  He didn’t believe in God.  He didn’t believe in an afterlife.  He viewed such things as foolish fantasies. So in the hospital bed he drifted into darkness, a sleep that he thought would lead to annihilation.   He recounts what happened in his book, My Descent Into Death.  I’m going to relate some excerpts from it.  Here is what happened to Howard Storm.

The darkness vanished. He found himself standing up in the hospital room next to his bed.  Clearly, this was all wrong.  All he wanted was oblivion, anything to be free from the horrible pain he was experiencing. He told himself that this must be a dream. But it didn’t feel like a dream at all.  He was totally aware of everything around him in a way that he had never been in his whole life. All of his senses were extremely vivid.  He felt the cold floor under his bare feet. Strangest of all, his entire environment seemed alive.

He looked down at the hospital bed. A body was lying under the sheet.  He bent over to look at the face. To his horror, it bore a frightening resemblance to him. But how could that be? How was it possible? He was standing over it, looking down at it. And the face was utterly lifeless. Everything that was “him”, his consciousness and physical being, was standing next to the bed.

Then, he heard voices calling from the distance.  They were coming from outside the hospital room in the hall. “Howard, Howard…”  He heard friendly male and female voices calling in clear English, which was very weird because none of the hospital staff spoke clear English. He was confused. What was going on here?  His wife, Beverly, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed, didn’t appear to hear them at all. Storm called out to them, asking who they were and what they wanted. All they said was, “Come out here. Let’s go.  Hurry up.  We’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

He told them that he couldn’t leave, he was sick.  They responded that they could get him fixed, but he had to come now. Then they asked, “Don’t you want to get better?  Don’t you want help?”

Storm was afraid of them. He moved closer to the door.  The hall outside the room looked very odd.  The terrible thought came to him that if he walked out there he might not be able to get back in again. He tried to speak to his wife, but she didn’t seem to hear him or even be aware of his presence. The voices called out telling him that they couldn’t help him if he didn’t come out to where they were. He knew he needed surgery, so he began to think they were there to take him to an operation.

He left the room.

Once in the hall, he felt very anxious.  The light was strange and hazy.  The people were off in the distance.  It was hard to see them, but he was sure they were adults, both male and female, tall and short, old and young. But they didn’t look right. What they were wearing was gray and their skin was pale. He started walking toward them, but the closer he got the more they withdrew into the fog. He felt like he had to follow, but he never got closer than ten feet.

As he walked, he asked them a lot of question, but he never got any answers. They just kept urging him to hurry up, move faster. Again and again, they repeated that if he followed them his troubles would be over. They walked for a long time. Gradually, the fog got very thick and turned dark. He demanded to know when they would get to where they were leading him. Over and over, he told them that he was sick and couldn’t keep doing this.

The voices changed.  They grew angry and sarcastic. In Storm’s words, “The more questioning and suspicious I became the more antagonistic and authoritarian they became.  A terrible sense of dread was growing within me.  Everything I had experienced before this was a dream compared to the way that I was now experiencing reality.  I was frightened, exhausted, cold and lost.”

As he kept walking, he realized that people were moving around him in the dark fog.  And there were a lot more of them. How far had they travelled?  He was sure it had been miles. In spite of that, when he looked back he could still see the doorway to the hospital room. He could still see the body on the bed and his wife sitting in her chair as though frozen.

Then, without warning, the light vanished. To his horror, he was in total darkness. And with the darkness came a crushing hopelessness such as he had never known in his entire life. He was overwhelmed with it.  Calling out, he told the people to leave him alone. He said they were liars and he wouldn’t follow them anymore.  They started raging at him, shrieking insults.  Then they began pushing and shoving him.

He fought back, which started an insane battle of screaming, mocking and hitting.  He fought like a wild man, swinging and kicking at them. They bit and tore at him. Most hideous of all, it was clear they were having fun doing it. Though it was totally dark, he knew there must be hundreds all around him. The more he fought the greater was their glee.  They were in no hurry. Each new attack brought shrieking laughter. They started tearing off pieces of his flesh. In his words, “To my horror I realized that I was being taken apart and eaten alive slowly for their entertainment.” There was no one in control of them.  It was a mob of raging beings whose only pleasure was endless cruelty.

Though he couldn’t see, he could hear and feel everything with the most awful intensity.  The noise alone was a horrifying assault.  Hundreds of people were yelling, laughing and jeering in their excited lust over his torment. The harder he fought, the more they loved it. Finally, he was lying on the ground with his attackers swarming over him like huge, ravenous rats.

It was at that moment that he heard a voice.

It sounded like his own voice coming from inside himself, but what it said wasn’t a thought of his. He knew he hadn’t spoken it.   The voice said, “Pray to God.”  Storm’s first thought was what a stupid idea. Being a good atheist, he knew that wouldn’t work.  It would be nothing but a cop-out. Even lying in pitch-black horror, he didn’t believe in God. And what did it matter anyway? He was far beyond hope or help whether he believed in God or not.  He just didn’t believe in praying, period.

The voice came again, “Pray to God.”  It was his voice, but he hadn’t said a word. Desperately, he thought, “Okay, what should I pray, how should I pray?”  In his whole adult life, he had never prayed. A third time the voice said, “Pray to God.” He was stumped.  When he was a child he had heard adults pray, but it was always something fancy. He tried to remember prayers from his childhood in Sunday School, but it was just so long ago.

Storm says he “murmured a few lines – a jumble from the 23rd Psalm, the Star Spangled Banner, the Lord’s Prayer, the Pledge of Allegiance and God Bless America.”  What happened next amazed him. The cruel beings that were shredding him to pieces grew absolutely enraged by his pitiful prayer. “It was as if they were throwing boiling oil on me.”  They screamed, “There is no God.  Who do you think you’re talking to? Nobody can hear you. Now we are really going to hurt you.”  They shrieked obscene language worse than any kind of blasphemy he had ever heard on earth. But, while they shrieked, they began pulling away.

As he lay there the voices grew more and more distant. He realized that saying things about God was driving them away. He became much more forceful. Slowly, they receded into the darkness where he could no longer hear them. But he knew they could return.

Storm says that lying there torn apart, inside and out, he knew that he was lost.  He would never see the world again.  He was left alone to become a creature of Eternal Night. Then, a song from childhood started playing through his mind.  It was his voice, but him as a little boy singing the same words over and over. As he describes it, “The child that I had once been was singing full of innocence, trust and hope, Jesus loves me.   There was only that bit of the tune and those few words that I could remember.”

Then an incredible thought came to him. “Somewhere out there in that vast darkness there could be something good.  There is someone who might love me.  I didn’t have any theological interest about what it meant.  It was simply a spontaneous recollection from my Sunday School days.  Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me. I desperately needed someone to love me, someone to know I was alive. A ray of hope began to dawn in me, a belief that there was really something greater out there.  For the first time in my adult life I wanted it to be true that Jesus loved me. I didn’t know how to express what I wanted and needed, but with every bit of my last ounce of strength, I yelled out into the darkness, “JESUS, SAVE ME.”  I had never meant anything more strongly in my life.”

As Howard Storm stared into the darkness, far away he saw a little pinpoint of light like the faintest star in the sky. Why hadn’t he seen it before?  As he watched, every moment, it grew brighter and brighter.  At first he thought it was a thing, not a person and it was streaking toward him at frightening speed. Finally, it was huge and brilliant and he couldn’t stop looking at it. He was afraid it might burn him up. Storm relates that, “The light was more intense and more beautiful than anything I had ever seen.  It was brighter than the sun, brighter than a flash of lightning.”

And then it was on him.

With all of its unspeakable brilliance, it wasn’t just light. It was a “luminous being approximately eight feet tall and surrounded by an oval of radiance.”  As the intensity of the light swept through his body, ecstasy swept the agony away.  Storm says that, “Tangible hands and arms gently embraced me and lifted me up.  I slowly rose up into the presence of the Light and torn pieces of my body miraculously healed before my eyes. All my wounds vanished and I became whole and well…  More important, the despair and pain were replaced by love.  I had been lost and now was found.  I had been dead…and now was alive.”

Once more he entered his physical body and healing came. But Howard Storm was never the same.  He had met Jesus Christ, his Savior and King, who loved him so much He had given his Life for him. For much more, read Howard Storm’s book, My Descent Into Death.

Lies Are Everywhere.

Especially about hell. I have read many reports of near-death experiences.  Satan has many lies that he wants you to believe about death.  The first one is that there isn’t a hell.  And if there is one, only Hitler and few other people have gone there. He wants you to think that everybody’s going to Heaven.  It doesn’t matter what you believe.  He wants you to think that all religions are just different paths up the same mountain heading toward the same destination.  God wouldn’t condemn a person to hell.

And within the literature of near-death experiences, there seems to be evidence to support all of these lies.  In that literature, so very few people report experiences of hell.  So many report a positive, wonderful experience traveling up a tunnel into a loving presence of light, where they are validated no matter how they have lived or what they believe.  I’m going to deal with those lying manifestations in my next article.  But what you have read right now is the most serious warning. Hell is real. And it is real whether you think it is real or not.  If you go there it will be the most real thing that you will ever experience.

God with a Broken Heart

Why would a loving God send people to hell?  In the Bible we are told clearly that He is not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance for their sin. (II Peter 3:9) That means confess what you have done, turn away from it and ask for God’s forgiveness.  If you read the Bible, one fact becomes startlingly clear.  God, the Creator of the Universe, has a broken heart.  In our lives, too often broken hearts come because someone we love has betrayed us.

Over the years, I have known of many husbands and wives whose spouses have cheated on them. Some have written to me.  The agony they felt was like a burning fire. And it didn’t stop. In so many cases, it led to endless anger, bitterness and hate. The damage was so deep they could never forgive. But imagine someone who had been cheated on over and over, who had a broken heart, but continued to love, who continued to pursue the cheater offering forgiveness if only they would turn back.  That is the God of the Bible, who loved us so much that He came in the Person of His Beloved Son to offer healing and life and a new relationship of eternal love to all of us selfish, adulterous cheaters.

In his book, The Problem of Pain, C. S. Lewis writes that “The gates of hell are locked from the inside.”  Those in hell are locked in eternal self-justification, self-righteousness, self-pity and rage.  Whatever they chose to enslave them in this world is in total control. Not even in their agony would they repent. Their pride and hate will not allow it.

People go to hell by their own choice.

That choice starts here and now in this world. Don’t let that be your story.  It doesn’t have to be. The God with the broken heart loves us so much that He came to suffer with us in the Person of His Son, Jesus, the Messiah, who gave His life to pay the price for all our sin and evil. Hell is the place where people insist on carrying their own sin, instead of letting Jesus carry it for them.

If Jesus Christ is not your Lord and Savior death is a door into eternal darkness, utter hopelessness and endless suffering. That future does not have to be yours.  Jesus came and suffered the penalty for your sin so that you wouldn’t have to.

These are the most important words you could ever read: John 3:16-20 “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.  For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.   He who believes in Him is not condemned; but he who does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.  And this is the condemnation, that the light has come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.

In John 14:6 Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”

If you do not know Jesus, if He is not your Savior and your Lord, but you want Him to be, read this beautiful prayer written by a pastor named Dr. Louis Evans, Sr.  As you read it, make the words yours:

Jesus, I believe you died and rose from the grave to purchase a place in Heaven for me. Lord Jesus, I hear you standing at the door of my heart and knocking. I now open the door and ask you to come into my life. Take control of my life.  Forgive my sins and save me. I repent of my sins and now place my trust in you for my salvation.  Lord Jesus, I accept your free gift of eternal life and I ask you to give me a new beginning today. And the new life which you give to me I will give back to you to use in whatever way you see fit.  Come into my life, Lord Jesus.  Amen.

Come fly out of Darkness into God’s Eternal Light and Love.

A Supernatural Podcast


Six months after I got home from Vietnam in November of 1968, I started working as an announcer and producer at WMBI and the Moody Radio Network in Chicago. A short time after I joined the staff, I was given the opportunity to be Supervisor of Production and Talent. And what an opportunity it was. It was one of the last radio stations in the country that was still producing radio drama. That was so much fun to do. This was before I was doing any writing myself. I was working with wonderful writers who were creating radio drama scripts. From there I was able to move through the entire process from casting to producing the drama, then editing it for air.

It was great preparation for eventually working in Hollywood as a writer and executive producer/showrunner in network television. I learned the importance of sound in storytelling. Well, here I am after all the years, back writing and producing “radio” drama, this time as an Internet podcast. I have only one actor. Me. But essentially the process is the same as it was so long ago. 26 episodes have been posted and are available on Itunes or any other podcast provider such as Stitcher and YouTube.  More are coming.  Here’s episode 1 – The Sacrifice. Take a listen.

In Memory of Edward Woodward, The Equalizer

The Equalizer art

On this day, nine years ago, the wonderful actor, Edward Woodward, passed away.  The week after he left us, I wrote the following tribute:

This morning came the word that my old friend and great colleague Edward Woodward had passed away. He was 79 years old. Over recent years, our contact was pretty much limited to the exchange of Christmas cards. The one he sent last year carried the note that he was still working at 79 and wasn’t that a wonder?

I didn’t create the classic, American television series, of which Edward was the star. It was created by Michael Sloan and Richard Lindheim. Michael was a busy writer/producer and Dick was a top-level executive at Universal Television. After the pilot was written and produced, because of their commitments, neither could join the on-going staff of the show. It was turned over to others.

I came on board the team as the junior writer/producer in the fall of 1985. It was show eleven. I had worked on only one other series and that one had lasted for just eight episodes. When it ended, I was offered an exclusive deal at Universal TV. I was thrilled to be there, but for months there wasn’t much for me to do. Then came a call. Would I like to join the staff of a new series that was in production called The Equalizer? The concept sounded interesting, so I said yes.

Almost immediately I ran into a false conception that plagued the show from beginning to end. When I told a woman writer friend that I was joining The Equalizer she looked disgusted. Why would I want to write for a show about a vigilante? To this day, that’s how many people perceive The Equalizer. But for those of us who worked on the series, it wasn’t about that at all.

When I joined the staff, I discovered that things were in chaos. Most new series go through a painful first year, but this was particularly bad. The writing staff and the “showrunner” were in LA, while the whole production team was in Manhattan. And there was war between the coasts. The New York team hated the scripts they were getting, while the LA team felt they were writing cutting-edge material that took the concept to a whole new level. I decided to be of help wherever I could and try not to make enemies on either coast. That was a challenge.

The writing staff was trying to deal with a number of scripts that had been done by freelancers. All of them needed major revisions to make them ready for production and deadlines were not being met. With my usual suicidal tendency, I went into the showrunner’s office and asked for the most difficult script he had. He gave it to me. It was a story about a street gang and it needed what we call a “page one” revision, basically a whole, new script. And there wasn’t much time to do it.

In the story, the Equalizer had to stop a street gang that was terrorizing a neighborhood. For some reason I got it into my head to make that script an homage to the classic movie, “The Warriors.” (When I see that episode today, I just want to cringe.) But something strange happened as I wrote it. Here’s the way it went down.

As always before taking any action, Robert McCall did his homework about the situation that he faced. In the episode, his research took him to Spanish Harlem. One day on a street, he passed a poor little barbershop. Glancing in the window, he froze. His eyes locked with those of the barber. Amazed, he walked inside. The barber and McCall stared at each other. They were old enemies from the days when McCall was a top CIA operative. The man motioned for him to come into the back room where they could talk.

McCall couldn’t believe that his old enemy was here in New York cutting hair. When last they had met, he was one of the leading Generals in Fidel Castro’s Cuba and head of Castro’s secret police. How in the world had he gone from that to this? The “barber” told him.

In a time of paranoia, Castro had ordered yet another sweep to cleanse the population of his enemies. Among the thousands pulled in was a little farmer, just a common man. But very quickly it became apparent that the best interrogators couldn’t deal with him. He broke them. In frustration, the General took on the case himself. He tortured the man mercilessly, finally killing him. But that little farmer destroyed his life. And how had he done it? “…Because through all the torture no matter what I did to him, he forgave me. What I experienced was the worst thing that could ever happen to a good Communist. I began to believe in the Love of God.” This and other factors in the story led Robert McCall to do something that he had never done before. To win against the gang, he had to lay down his gun and face them defenseless and alone.

After I wrote all that, I had absolutely no idea how it would be received. Definitely, it wasn’t your garden variety vigilante story. I was certain of only one thing. In the history of American television never had such a scene been written for a hard-edged, prime-time action series. I was in LA with no direct knowledge of what was going on in New York. I didn’t know it, but later I was told that Edward was ready to walk off the show because he was so unhappy with his character as it was being portrayed. But when he read the script that I had written he said, “This is it.”

Thus began a wonderful odyssey for me. The story of all we went through producing The Equalizer could fill a book. Beginning with the second year, the writing team came together. A number of wonderful writers passed through the show adding their unique perspectives. Many of us are still close friends. For two of the four years, the showrunner was a great friend who gave me amazing freedom to write whatever I felt. His name was Ed Waters and he passed away several years ago. Then there was Jim McAdams, the Executive Producer, who became a dear friend of decades. Jim died a little over two years ago. Supporting us were the executives at Universal TV led by Dick Lindheim. Without their encouragement, nothing that I wrote would have been produced. I am grateful to them all.

As time passed it seemed that I had a kind of symbiotic understanding of the unique character created by Michael and Dick and portrayed so brilliantly by Edward. Consequently, most of the episodes that dealt with McCall’s deeper background and relationships fell to me. By virtue of the fact that I stayed on the show longer than any other writer, I wrote more episodes than anyone else. And what a wonderful opportunity it was. Never again on any series, even those I created, was I allowed such freedom.

What makes a television series successful? Of course, you need good scripts and good production. But most of all the audience has to love the main characters. They have to want them to come back into their homes week after week. That’s why casting is such an art. Casting Edward Woodward as The Equalizer was brilliant and unpredictable. Think of it, a British actor virtually unknown in the US, to play a former, top-level, CIA agent on a major network series. The world can thank Michael and Dick for such a choice.

I’ve thought often about what Edward brought to the part. In my opinion it was great strength, resolution and energy, coupled with an underlying sorrow. There was tremendous honesty in his performance. The character he played was a brilliant and brave man who had done terrible things for which he carried a heavy burden of guilt. The series was about the costliness of redemption. Robert McCall brought redemption to others, but to do so always cost him. And while he brought that redemption, he could never quite find it for himself.

I don’t think you will ever see another series like The Equalizer. There are specific reasons for that. First, Robert McCall was the ultimate father figure. He would kick your butt when you needed it, but when the chips were down and life was fading away, he would be there to save you. When he came, you knew that if it were necessary, he would give his life for yours. Hollywood is not a fan of those kind of fathers. Lovable, stumbling buffoons are much more popular. But there’s another reason you’ll never see a series like this again.

Over the years there have been a number of attempts to copy The Equalizer. They have failed, because Hollywood misunderstands the meaning of redemption. Hollywood’s definition of redemption is found in the wonderful movie, “The Shawshank Redemption.” As excellent as it is, it isn’t about redemption at all. It’s about revenge. Redeem yourself by making somebody else pay. And therein lies the fatal flaw. With true redemption someone is willing to pay the price to save your life, even if you don’t deserve it. If The Equalizer had carried Hollywood’s definition of redemption, it would have been just a vigilante show.

Why did I have an understanding of the mysterious character of Robert McCall? Was it my experiences in war? Maybe in part. But there is a deeper reason. I too am a man who has done terrible things in my life. But unlike Robert McCall, I found redemption because Someone else paid the price for me. Because of Jesus Christ, I know what redemption is and the burden of guilt is gone.

People always want to know how much of the character that an actor portrays comes from inside. They want to believe that the real person is a lot like the character they love on the screen. Edward both was and wasn’t the Equalizer. First, he was a whole lot funnier than Robert McCall. And he could sing. He had a wonderful voice and made a string of records. A number of years ago, Carel and I visited Edward and Michele in their home near Portsmouth, England. It was a delightful time. We had great meals and went antiquing. Our gracious hosts showed us the area, with its fascinating history. And Edward kept us in stitches. Not only was he a consummate actor, he was one of the greatest raconteurs of his generation.

Edward was much like Robert McCall in at least one way. He cared about people. The star of a series controls the tone of a show on the set. Too many series are chained with stars who are narcissistic, spoiled brats. And some are truly evil. They bring agony on all those around them. That was not Edward Woodward. Our production team, that had to work with him day and night, all loved him. He was a true gentleman. Though we never talked about it, I’m sure at a deep level Edward understood Robert McCall in the same way I did. If he hadn’t, never would he have accepted the scripts that I wrote for him and given me such enthusiastic support.

I was a grown man when my father died. Even so a strange sense of vulnerability came at his passing. Someone I trusted deeply wasn’t there anymore and the world was a lonelier place. I think Edward portrayed a father very well. Our prayers are with Michele and all the children.

Rest in peace, my friend.

After I wrote this, I sent a copy to Edward’s wife, Michele Dotrice, herself a wonderful actor from a famous family of British theater, film and television.  A short time later, I received a gracious note of thanks from her. In it she said, “Edward believed as you do.”

Indeed, after nine years, continue to rest in peace and joy, my friend.  We will meet again.