The Waiting Room

"What is your name?"
"Henry Lee."

She took out an Ipad and punched in his name.

"I'm afraid your name is not in the Book of Life."
"What do you mean? I accepted Jesus Christ when I was 13."
"If you go out that door, you can find the waiting room for Hell."
"I'm not going to Hell. I am saved."
"Would you like to look for yourself?"

Henry typed in "Henry Lee" and found many Asians by that name in the Book of Life, but none matched his image.

"How can I not be saved if I accepted Christ as my saviour?"

He was puzzled. He didn't want to go out the door to find out if he was going to Hell. What was he to do?

"Is there any other Book that I can look at to see if I was saved or not?" he asked.
"There is the Book of All Those Who Lived," she answered.

She once again handed the Ipad over to him. He searched his name and his image and nothing turned up.

"What does it mean if I am not in the Book of All Those Who Lived?"
"It means that you never existed."

He looked up his image and name once again and again nothing.

"There's been some mistake. Someone must have made a mistake and forgotten to put my profile in the Ipad."
"There are no mistakes, young man."
"But I lived. How can I have memories of my life if I never lived? This is really fucked up."
"Please control your language."