Everyone wants to know about what happens after this life.  Everyone wants to know about the Judgment.

It is simple.  You see God.

First I will tell you what happens to sinners.

They have a sack tied around their neck.  They are brought into a room and made to kneel.  They are let go.  The sack is removed.  They are facing God.

His eyes are closed.  He is still.

Their is an intolerable light that shines from Him.  It turns their flesh translucent.  It makes their soul visible.  It lights up like a harsh floodlight every little bit of the soul.

The sinner sees and feels and knows every black sin like he is doing it in full light of day in front of a shocked crowd of everyone he knows and loves.  He feels the shame and horror and guilt of every cheap lie, every apathetic shrug, every little worm of indulgence, every vile black contemptible nasty rotting smelly greasy gutless sin.  He feels how gross he is, how oily, how ugly.  Each black spot inside him starts to burn.  The pain is terrible.  The loathing God feels for him pushes down on him like a press without end.  Behind it comes something worse, the beginning of the sense of the presence of God’s love, and therefore of His disappointment and pain, as large as mountains, as endless as days.  God’s eye begins to open.  The sinner screams and flees.

That is Judgment.

What about the righteous?

Haha, friend, the joke is on you.  They are all sinners.

Well, OK, there is a second group.  I will tell you what happens to them.

They have a sack tied around their neck.  They are brought into a room and made to kneel.  They are let go.  The sack is removed.  They are facing God.

His eyes are closed.  He is still.

Their is an intolerable light that shines from Him.  It turns their flesh translucent.  It makes their soul visible.  It lights up like a harsh floodlight every little bit of the soul.

The sinner (they are still sinners) sees and feels and knows every black sin like he is doing it in full light of day in front of a shocked crowd of everyone he knows and loves.  He feels the shame and horror and guilt of every cheap lie, every apathetic shrug, every little worm of indulgence, every vile black contemptible nasty rotting smelly greasy gutless sin.  He feels how gross he is, how oily, how ugly.  Each black spot inside him starts to burn.  The pain is terrible.  The loathing God feels for him pushes down on him like a press without end.  Behind it comes something worse, the beginning of the sense of the presence of God’s love, and therefore of His disappointment and pain, as large as mountains, as endless as days.  God’s eye begins to open.

But he does not flee.  The sinner cries “Jesus have mercy” and nothing in particular seems to happen to help the sinner except that the sinner does not flee.

Often the ones who do not flee have had lots of practice repenting.  In a very small way, they have brought sins to the light before.  It is nothing like this, but perhaps even that little taste is enough to help.

They cry “Jesus have mercy” and they do not flee.

When God’s eye opens, the sinner bursts into flames.  Each sin burns all at once in the light of God’s eye.  The sinner writhes in pain.  He is blasted from the inside.

Then the sins burn out, they are gone.  The sinner is left as a pale white shell now that all the sin is burnt out of him.  Still God regards him with blazing light streaming forth.  But now the light catches in the pale remnant of a soul and infuses into it and the soul brightens and brightens and stands.  It becomes to shine itself and the light from the soul shines back to God and He takes it and returns that light on top of His own blaze still streaming and the soul becomes even brighter back and forth until the soul has become a Soul and blazes in the very likeness and image of the intolerable blaze of the glory of God and the two lights, the two beings, the two flaming blazing suns grow even bigger and brighter and brighter in each other’s presence until they shine with a fierceness that  not poetry nor myth nor metaphor can hope to convey.