Truth of Hell

But if i remember these horrible things and do believe them in my heart; if i let every remaining sin and every moment of indifference to spiritual things remind me of the smell of hell lingering in the remnants of my corruption; if i let my knees become weak as on the day when i tottered on the cliff of my doom; if i recall that, apart from absolutely free grace, I would be the most hardened sinner and now in the torments of hell; if all this I remember and believe in my heart, then, oh, what a contrition, what a lowliness, what a meekness will be effected in my heart. John Piper, Brothers We Are Not Professionals, p. 116