Many years ago, precisely in February of 1986, at a church service, I suddenly had a picture of myself as I really must have looked in the presence of the Almighty God. I didn’t like what I saw at all. I could sense the filth and unworthiness that I was, and oh, the weight of it was too much for me to bear. I realized that the one place I was certainly fit for was hell, and I knew that I knew that I knew I was headed there. No one preached to me; the Lord was not the one condemning me. I just knew deep inside of me that I was a sinner and on my way to receiving God’s judgment. Hell became very real to my soul. I was in deep anguish over my sins. I could feel the snares of hell closing over my soul. From the depth of my despair, I cried out to God for forgiveness and salvation from sin.