My Canadian cousin’s husband (what does that him and me make us relationwise, I can never figure out?) underwent a brain surgery, fully recovered, and now sits at home staring at a screen, being over five-oh he’s unemployable, his wife, my cousin, works, she considers him an idiot and me a crazy gun happy American cowboy, as you can guess relations are strained, actually non-existent, anyway he says he was clinically dead during the surgery and during that time floated above the operating table observing the procedure and hearing the staff conversing (”Hell, nurse, we’re about to lose another socialized medicine sucker today. Would you like to come over for cocktails after this?”. No, just kidding! - Rc!), but how do we confirm his report?!
Even if it is, the subject ought to give pause for personal reflection if not the impetus to have a conversation with family members regarding their relationship with Jesus. . . before it is too late.
I liked the “Church For Jerks” article.