Peter Rollins tells a parable similar to this one:
Imagine yourself as a pious Christian person who has gone to church every Sunday, Bible Study on Wednesdays, occasionally volunteered in the food pantry now dead and in heaven. You are looking forward to seeing St. Peter at the gate with his grand big Book of Life open, and upon the announcing of your name you would hear trumpets and march on over to a banquet in your honor.
You were a good and faithful servant after all.
Strolling up to the pearly gates you see them ripped open and several angels dead at the entrance with spears through their chest. You pass through you and grow even more confused. People are sitting down with their heads in their hands weeping in the midst of what still looked like a paradise, but without joy.
“Surely, there must have been a mistake. Could I have been sent to hell?”
You walk up to a weeping man and ask, “Where is the Lord?” With a shaking hand the man points to the largest most beautiful castle that could ever be imagined and says with his voice shaking uttering a single word as he breaks into tears, “There.”
You run as fast you can to the castle, burst through the doors only to have your last breath taken from you as your scream curdles as floods of tears fall on the marble floor, “What is going on?!”
Satan is sitting on the throne of grace with the most malevolent gleam in his eye holding his scepter and wearing the Lord’s crown on his head.
He lets out a howl of laughter and says, “I have vanquished your Lord and have conquered all of heaven and its angels. All who chose to stand with your God have been cast down to eternal torment, but those you see out there had decided to bow down to me and remain here in eternal bliss and free from all pain, all you mist do is bow down to me and worship me for all eternity. If you do not, you will join your God in eternal torment in pools of blood and fire.”
What do you do?