“We know,” said the woman.  “If being here doesn’t convince him, nothing will.  Let’s go to the New Jerusalem.”

A giant shining cube that looked like it was no more than a quarter mile away was to their left.  The quartet glided toward it about a centimeter off the ground at over 120 mph.  It still took about ten minutes to reach the nearest gate of pearl which opened to allow them in. 

There were the streets of gold as the Bible talks about, angels flying around the structures of the 1500 mile cube, and people gliding along the streets and on the various levels of the city.  The couple left them and glided away. 

“In Heaven, you can fly, glide, or think yourself to your destination.  It is faster and easier than using a transporter.   Do you want to meet God?”

“Sure.  Might as well since we came all the way here.”

The next instant, the men were in the throne room of God.  The librarian handed the atheist some thick sunglasses that actually were electronic imaging units since the brightness of God was blinding.  The librarian also put on the units.  God was not an old man with a long white beard.  He looked like a mass of energy sitting on a throne that looked like a bowl tipped over.  Angels were in the room constantly proclaiming him as holy and what sounded like a million voices talking all at once were heard as people throughout the universe were praying to him. 

“Neither of you belong here yet,” God said in the same booming voice that was heard in the auditorium.  The men fell prostrate on their faces before him.  “No mortal flesh is allowed to be in Heaven.”  

“I don’t want to believe this is possible,” said the atheist nervously. 

“You aren’t one of mine,” he told the atheist. 

“You know why we are here.  I hope we haven’t offended you.”

“I must shift you back to your dimension because I can not look at corruptible flesh.”

The men were suddenly back in the auditorium. 

“I…..I…..can’t explain how you did that.  It wasn’t a trick and I know I wasn’t unconscious.  Holodecks are still ‘Star Trek’ devices.  I would have to admit that what we experienced was real.  I concede.”

The atheist dropped to his knees and asked forgiveness for his unbelief while the audience stood to its feet and applauded and shouted wildly.  The librarian led the man to the Lord, literally, and he accepted Christ as his Savior.   He wept and kept thanking the librarian for showing him the truth. 

“People, for most of my life I have been a fool.  I thought Christians were suffering from mental illness.  But I was wrong.  I was totally wrong.   Please forgive me.”

“I forgive you and more importantly, God forgives you.  That’s all that really matters.  Since you were transported here, you will be sent back to Chicago.  All you are allowed to know is that Newgate is east of Chicago.  That is all you are allowed to know,” said the librarian. 

“Well wherever this is, I will never forget what happened to me tonight.  I will forever be grateful.”

“It was my pleasure.  And you can keep your million dollars and give it to people whoreally need it like missions groups and struggling ministries around the world.  Now you can say you saw both Heaven and Hell.  Few outsiders can say that other than those who die.  But you had the chance to talk about your experience.”

“I’ll never forget it either.  Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome.  Let’s give Dr. Montel a big hand.”

Everyone rose to their feet and applauded him while they cheered.  Just like it took the Damascus Road experience to turn a persecutor into a proclaimer, a visit to Heaven and Hell via Newgate was all it took to help change an atheist into a fervent believer.  But as they say in Newgate, no one who shifts between dimensions is an atheist because they know where Heaven and Hell are.