A story about Hell (aka I remember the story I was going to end the Womenary semester with)

In the last moments of the last class of Womenary last week, I was about to tell a story but got distracted and then the train of my thoughts derailed and I couldnt remember what story it was… but we had just been talking in response to a question about the biblical insights into Hell.
Well, I remember the story, and it is a sobering one.  I know virtually all of us are uncomfortable with the doctrine of Hell, and we truly know so little about it, even given the teaching that we do have, mostly from Christ and then John in Revelation.
I certainly don’t fully Grok the actuals and mechanics of Hell, but I also know that God understands things at a level that is way beyond mine… so I believe He will integrate His justice and mercy into the truth of Hell’s existence, even if I dont fully grasp how He will.
I do believe that the Bible teaches that it exists, and that there is a certain way to be saved from all eternal consequences of sin… including Hell… and I believe that we should be motivated to let other people know about the certain way of escape purchased for us through the work of Christ… this story is about that kind of motivation…
The legend is something like this: 
A famous (or rather infamous) murderer and otherwise criminal was condemned to execution in Great Britain in the late 1800’s.  The criminal’s name might have been a man named Charlie Peace, but the accounts differ…
The story goes that as the condemned man was being led toward his death, the Prison Priest was working his way through his normal spiel about Faith, Heaven, Hell, etc… the criminal suddenly stops him…
“Do you believe what you were just talking about?”  he askes.
Unsure of what he had just said, the priest asks him which part he is referring to…
“A place where wicked people are punished forever in God’s wrath” (or something along those lines)…
The priest answers that he does believe in it… “Do you?” he asks the man.
“No,” he says. “But if I did, I would crawl across the length and breadth of England, even if it were with broken glass to save just one person from that fate.”
“If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to hell over our bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms about their knees, imploring them to stay. If hell must be filled, at least let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go there unwarned and unprayed for.”             – Charles Spurgeon

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