As something of an act of catharsis I wrote a short story (religious fanfiction?) a number of years ago where Jack Chick passed on and had his own "this was your life!" moment. Chick faces all the ugliness he had done and caused, and how he had misused Christ to preach a religion of hate, and was even deeply offended when he sees that there are all sorts of people in heaven that he didn't think should be there. In the end, after seeing everything for what it was, God's mercy finally penetrates and Chick is able to enter Paradise and enjoy the grace and joy of heaven.
As I said, it was an act of catharsis; it was early on in my exodus from Evangelicalism and Fundamentalism, and I wrote it for myself because I had been familiar with a number of his tracts earlier in my life and my teen years, and was exposed to more of them as a young adult. I wrote it as a kind of personal expression of faith and hope--to contrast the God I believe in and the God Chick espouses; the God I believe in embraces Chick because He is kind, loving, forgiving, and gracious and reveals Himself to be this through Christ--and I want to believe in that kind of God. Chick's version of heaven is where only the right kinds of people get to go, an exclusive club for the very special; I want to believe that heaven is the result of a merciful God inviting and welcoming the rejects of the world to come and share life with Him, even as we see Christ dining and sharing life with tax collectors, prostitutes, lepers, and sinners.
-CryptoLutheran
