When I was in the tenth grade back in 1960, I had a near-death experience. This is way before hearing anything like this on radio or TV. I had asthma as a child and still was experiencing a few attacks in high school. One night after everyone had gone to bed, I began having an attack. I propped myself up on pillows to get my breath, but I just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. I used my inhaler, but it didn’t help.
All of a sudden, I was hovering over a bed. I was up near the ceiling and looking down at this girl in the bed. I didn’t know it was me. At the foot of the bed there was a window, and a bright light was shining in the window. I talked to the light and he talked back to me. I did this without using my mouth…sort of brain to light….
The light said, “you may stay, or you may come with me.” At that moment, I knew the girl in the bed was me. I panicked. I wanted to stay. I went back into my body, and the light left.
I begin to shake and cry for Mother. She came in, but I couldn’t tell her what happened. I stopped wheezing. She rubbed my back for a little while and went back to her room.
I will never forget that incident! When people started telling about their experiences with the light and the tunnel…I recalled my visit with the light. That light was Jesus. I think I died for a minute or two before my time. He gave me the choice to stay or go. I’m glad I stayed because I have learned so much more about life, about death, about heaven, and about God.
I can help those who are afraid of dying because I know there is more. That one incident has been followed by more close encounters with God. If you stay up to date with my blogs, I may share a few more with you.