The two visiting angels asked Lot, “What other family do you have in Sodom? Round everyone up and get out of here. We’re on a mission from God to annihilate the whole place.”
Lot ran to the houses of his future sons-in-law and warned them about what was about to happen. They thought he was joking and didn’t pay any attention to him.
The next morning, the angels jostled Lot from sleep and said, “Wake up! Take your wife and daughters and go, unless you want to die with the wicked.”
Lot was moving too slowly, and his wife was frantic, trying to pack everything they owned.
“There’s no time for any of this!” the angels beckoned. “It’s now or never.”
The angels literally took Lot and his immediate family by the wrists and forced them out of the city. “Now, run for your lives and don’t look back,” they warned. Don’t stop anywhere in the plains. Run to the hill country or you’ll be swept into oblivion.”
Lot argued, “Please, masters, you’ve shown favorable kindness by saving me and my family, but I can’t go to the hills. I wouldn’t survive a week in the wild.” Lot motioned over to the other side of Gomorrah and said, “Look, that small town is close enough to escape God’s wrath.”
“Fine,” one of the angels answered. “I’ll spare that small area for your sake, but hurry. I can’t bring down fire until you get there.”
Lot, his wife, and his daughters arrived at Bela by daybreak. (Afterward, this town was renamed Zoar, or “Little.”)
As fire rained from the sky over Sodom, Gomorrah, and the rest of the plains, Lot’s wife, who was straggling, turned to look at the devastation behind them. At that moment, her body was turned to a salt mound.
Meanwhile that morning, Abraham exited his tent at Mamre Oaks and stood where he and the Master had spoken before. Looking out to the southeast, he saw smoke rising like a smoldering fire pit from Jordan’s plains.
Inspiration: Genesis 19