Hell Is Not a Cuss Word: It’s Real!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I want to thank God for allowing me to see Hell, and most importantly, for His love and mercy in allowing me to come out. Thank God for the many souls who have been saved by this testimony even before this book was written, and for the many who will be saved by reading book.

Thank God for the encouragement of my pastor and my brothers and sisters in Christ who spurred me on to share this testimony in a book which they had been anxiously waiting for so that they could give it to their unsaved loved ones.

Thank God for keeping the flame of hope alive in me that this book would be written one day; and for sending people along the way who helped transcribed this testimony which I first share on tape.

Thanks for the helpful information shared by Max Lucado’s office which guided me in the right direction towards getting a book published.

I also would like to express my deepest and heartfelt appreciation to Dr. Chloe Cummings for helping me to write this book. God provided a writer to partner with me in order to write the wonderful things which He has given to me. For that, I am truly grateful. Dr. Chloe Cummings is the author of What Would Jesus Do about Domestic Violence and Abuse Towards Christian Women. She also writes articles for various other publications.
Foreword

I was introduced to Don’s rich Baritone voice before I met him. I heard him tell one of his many anointed stories and from the moment he opened his mouth, one could hear a pin drop. Pretty soon, Kleenex was in short supply. He gave me one of his CDs, and it was through that generous act that I came to know him personally.
Very few…very few, Christians are as radical and as sold out to God as Donnie Lee. I love being in his company because Jesus an integral part of his everyday living. He spends countless hours listening to the Bible and He is always bubbling with excitement over the things which the Holy Spirit shares with him each day. His pastor and church family loves him and knows him to be a sober-minded and faithful man of God. Everyone has been encouraging him to finish his book on Hell because he is someone whom we know personally as a true man of God, a man of integrity, and a man who is wholly sold out for Christ. I am very blessed that God has assigned me to be a part of Don’s life and to help him with the writing of this book.
My jaws have dropped open more than once as Don shared this fascinating testimony. I believe everything he says 100%, but more importantly, what he has shared can be supported by the scriptures. This book makes me glorify God while thanking Him for saving me and it also excites me tremendously because I know that it will help to bring many, many people to the Lord.

Dr. Chloe Cummings.
Founder of Back to the Bible Counseling Center, writer, author, lecturer

Part 1

A Quick Visit

Usually people who have been to Hell or Heaven (whether it was the real place or not) have had an experience with death. On top of that, they can prove their death experience with things like x-rays, pictures of the accident (if their death was caused by a fatal accident), testimonials from witnesses, police reports, doctors’ reports, and so forth.
I don’t have any of these things because it wasn’t an accident or a disease that killed me. I just went to bed one evening and ended up in Hell during the night.

I don’t even remember saying goodnight to my lady-friend whom I was shacking-up with for the past 17 years. Two years prior, I had made a radical commitment to Jesus and He had saved me from a life of being a severe gutter-style drunk with a death wish so bad that I was afraid of my own self (I mean that literally). Jesus had changed my life in ways which was nothing short of miraculous. Yet, I was straddling the fence with Him and living with one foot in the Church and the other foot in the world.
That fateful night in 1988, I put my head on my pillow and deep sleep took over. I was lost to the world until suddenly; I began falling down a hole. This was not the “Alice in Wonderland” type of falling. I was shooting straight down a vertical shaft which was the size of what I would imagine an average well to be. I was falling at the rate of a train going maximum speed or the speed of a bullet firing from a gun. I felt unbearable heat all around me. I thought that I was dreaming but this was the most real experience I have ever had.
In my mind, I could only think of the inevitable landing. The longer I was subject to this rapid fall the closer I knew I was to the bottom. My mind conjured up images of smashed, broken body parts, splintered and splattered. Fear of my expected landing overtook me.
I was filled with dread and fright so I screamed out. I kept screaming and crying out in great screeches of panic as the expectation of my impeding crash overtook me.
I woke up.
I thought it was a dream to wake up from, and I actually woke up.
But, this was no dream!
Unexpectedly, I landed in a chair totally unharmed. I didn’t feel the impact of the landing. I was just suddenly aware of sitting in a chair.
One would think that I would feel relief for such a landing but I didn’t feel relief, I felt terror.
The chair I sat on was one of many that were in a room that reminded me of a waiting room in a hospital. The waiting part was the only thing that this “room” had in common with the one in the hospital. It wasn’t a square or rectangular room with walls, but rather, it was like a long hallway.
The “wall” on either side of the hallway was smoke. Smoke was coming up from a “floor” (which I would not see the bottom of) and, the top of the wall also had no “ceiling”. There was no clearing in the ‘passage way’ of this hall either. Smoke was all around me. It was all around the other people in this waiting room. The smoke was thick but the smoke’s thickness didn’t impair our vision; we could see each other through it.
The waiting room had rows of seats. Other people whom I didn’t even think of acknowledging were seated all around me. The first and only person that caught my attention was a young girl of about 15 years of age. I noticed her because the seat I was staring at was empty until she suddenly appeared in it right before my eyes.
She had blond hair, she was slim and she had her school book bag with her. Her book bag! She was also wearing her school uniform. Somehow, I knew that she had been hit by a bus. Her eyes met mine and she looked at me the same way I looked at her. We were both without understanding of what happened to us; both jolted and both in terror…….