Wow, it’s 3:12AM and nobody cares about God.
I care.
OMG. What a thing to read at 3:17 in the morning lololo.
It was beautifully written and I am glad I stumbled upon it....even the amendment about the Never Trumpers lol. Those NDEs are fascinating - I’ve watched a few myself.
A very profound message in there, and I took it to heart. I hope I remember it when I wake up so I can put it into action! Thank you, Laz, and God bless.
I don’t want to see all those sins I committed..... yikes 😳
I have no hope except for the shed Blood of Jesus Christ
St. Peter takes them down a golden path and stops in front of a small apartment building and says “If you don't mind, we'll show the preacher his accommodations first.” Opens the door to a neat little one-bedroom apartment with a little kitchen and bath and laundry room down the hall.
Leaving the preacher they walk quite a ways and reach a large gated mansion with a huge lawn and gardens and a staff of maids and butlers waiting at the massive stone steps leading up to the mansion.
The politician tells St. Peter their must be some mistake - this must be the preacher's place.
“Oh no. We have millions of preachers - but you're our first politician.”
I'm not one who believes in out of the body experiences people claim. Though I do recognize the workings of the mind during illness and or under medication...let alone anesthetic.
My mom thought she was a hobbo - took all her things out of her beside stand, wrapped them up in a hankerchef and was going to catch a train.....another time she asked if there was fire truck or ambulance as she saw lights flashing.
The mind can produce seemingly reality which isn't really.
I was provided proof of life after death at the tender age of 5.
My great grandfather was an incredible man and a very doting elder. When I started kindergarten, he went into the hospital. My three older brothers were able to see him but the staff said I was too young. Even my baby sister was able to go into the room in my mother’s arms.
My father had the unfortunate task of taking me away from the room. I remember reaching out to my great-grandfather and he reaching out to me, both of us calling for each other. I was so angry at my father at that time. I understand now he was only being a man, doing the tough thing like men do, when he picked me up and hauled me away.
A few days later, he passed away.
I broke down at the wake and was not allowed to attend the funeral.
About a month passed and my great-grandfather’s headstone arrived. My grandparents took me to his gravesite at Roslyn Cemetery in New York. I talked to him, sitting beside his grave. My grandparents planted flowers.
I spent the day with my grandparents and slept over that night. During the early morning hours, I woke up because there was a very bright light streaming into the room. I went into my grandfather’s room and looked out the window. The backyard was dark and empty but when I went back into the room, it was still lit with this beautiful white light.
I woke my grandmother. She also went into my grandfather’s room, thinking someone was playing a trick.
“Is the light still there?’ she asked from the other room.
“Yes,” I replied.
She came back to the bedroom and and stated sincerely,”Do you know who this is? It’s papa, coming to say goodbye.”
The light got a bit brighter with her words. It was warm and soft and it washed over me, then faded away.
I knew it was my papa.
In the years that followed, I began to wonder if it was a dream, my fanciful imagination, a coping mechanism for a grieving child.
Neither she nor I spoke of it again until almost 30 years later, when I had moved to Texas and had my first child. She mentioned it in passing on the phone and remembered it exactly as I did.
I know, without question, that we have a soul, that God exists, that we live beyond this world, that there is a Heaven, and Christ, through his sacrifice, gave me the ability to live forever.
This Earth is just a pit-stop on the way to eternity. God’s charge is to do good to others, for others, and to live honorably even when others are dishonorable around you.
That, my friend, is one of the reasons I am not afraid of dying.
This knowledge has been an amazing blessing my entire life.
Some people live their lives without ever really knowing their purpose in the world. I am not one of them.
When someone is telling the truth, there is no reason to argue with them.
I offer you this bit of theological wisdom.
God loves me. Not because I am good, but because God is good.
We care. Some of us just don’t say anything.
Satan appears as an Angel of light.
I believe we’re told this for the very reason of these kinds of events and with modern medical procedures pulling people back from what had in times past been a certain outcome.
The generic ‘everything is love’ message always starts out not dissimilar but often with additional time the encounter becomes agitated and more abrasive.
“Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world. Hereby know ye the Spirit of God: Every spirit that confesseth that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is of God: And every spirit that confesseth not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is not of God: and this is that spirit of antichrist, whereof ye have heard that it should come; and even now already is it in the world.” 1 John 4:1-3
My son was taken to heaven in a vision. He saw family.. Talked to them.. He described it as peace. He wrote a two page description.. He was a writer and would have written so much more,.. The Lord took him to glory.. There was no fear. Seeing it.. and Jesus.
I care, you just caught me at a bad time. My mother had one. I was 4, my sisters were in between 10 and 12. She begged to go back to finish raising us. I was with her when she died 35 years later. She was in at-home hospice. She just glided away.
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LOL.
I think a lot of us care about God .... and also about getting a good night’s sleep!