I died of cardiac arrest in Aug. 2009. Was down and dead for a couple minutes. Fortunately my son had gotten me to the hospital (thru rush hour traffic- He learned to drive hard and fast in Iraq) in time where a doctor was waiting for me.
While I didn’t see any angels, lights, or anything during dead time and the two comas I was in afterwards, a lot of people were praying for me (The doctors had said that if I revived, it would be a miracle. They called it right).
I believe that God had a purpose for me to stick around - help raise my granddaughter (she’s the real angel in all this); take care of my wife and adult children if they need it; and to take Obama and his commies down!.
Still ticking after 2-1/2 years and still doing all of the above, esp. the last.
Miracles: Able to call my wife/son for help in getting me from DC to ALexandria Va hospital, and in time
- Doctor and crash cart right there when I went into clinical death
- Defibrilator worked on the second series of shocks
- Arctic Sun coma
- Normal medical coma
- Brain Seizures
6 days later, woke up watching Fox Cable News. Surprised the heck out of everyone in the room. A lot of believers where created that day.
God works in strange ways, but who am I to complain.
We’ve got work to do.
Thanks, MMtGR, that was excellent. Glad you’re still with us.
Someone beat me to it, but it’s worth saying again: GLAD you’re still with us!!!
We got work to do
Amen my FRiend
And God bless you
Then I was not in the hospital room any more.
I was standing on a cloud and my view was of a man, dressed in white with a red robe, also standing on a cloud, with everything lit in a warm golden glow.
I said "If you are who I think you are (Jesus), I don't have much choice in the matter. If you want me to come with you, I will. But if you don't mind, (thinking vividly of my then 2 year old granddaughter we were raising) there are some things I'd like to do first."
He said, "Go back. It is not yet your time."
Next thing, I'm back in the hospital room, coughing up chunks of olive green gunk, one chunk the diameter of a quarter and a quarter of an inch thick. (I saved that one in the kidney dish, to my wife's great distress, just to show it off).
The next morning, the Respiratory specialists are gathered in there remarking about how they were going to put me on a respirator that morning, and that they couldn't believe how much lung capacity had been opened up overnight.
I was home in two days.
There is a there there, Jesus is Lord, and I have no doubt.
"Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective." James 5:16
And then your son having faith saying through his actions - 'No, it's not going to happen, I WILL get him to the hospital in time.'
Truly a servant's heart working there!
I, too, had a similar event as the doctor said to me in a follow up visit - "it's good to see you but you should be dead'. But Jesus said - "By My Stripes, you were healed". I'm alive because I believed Jesus.