Posted on 09/26/2020 7:57:26 PM PDT by LibWhacker
I read a book about a bitter old man in a nursing home. He stayed in his room with the shades drawn and literally frightened all the nurses except one. She speaks of the day she entered his room and, amazingly, the man had the shades open, sitting at the edge of the bed fully dressed. A warm smile awaited her.
“I’ve seen Timmy!”, he exclaimed, “and he’ll be back tomorrow to take me home.”
Timmy was the man’s son who had drowned as a child. The man described how Timmy had told him he forgave him over the drowning and that he’d return at 12 noon the next day to take him to Heaven.
The nurse thought the old man was delusional and made a point to go visit him the next day so she could be there to help him through the disappointment when Timmy didn’t show up.
At 11:45 a.m. the next morning, the nurse entered the man’s room. Again he was alert, smiling, peaceful and fully dressed with the sunlight shining brightly through the open window. The man repeated his story of how Timmy would take him home at 12 noon. The nurse searched for words to say when the magic hour passed with no change.
As the two spoke, the man suddenly began speaking to someone else in the room but she could not see who was there. Then the old man said, “okay”, leaned backwards on his bed and stopped breathing.
The nurse checked his vital signs and then rushed out of the room to get some assistance and an ambulance. They tried to resuscitate the man but it was too late. He had passed on. In her haste, she forgot to note the time this happened but as she counted back the moments, she concluded the man died at approximately 12 noon.
Sounds fantastical but the writer who tells this noted the nurse did not believe in God and was highly skeptical of the entire story until it happened to her.
I can’t say what sort of death experience I’ll have but I have a strong faith that I’ll be welcomed by Lord Jesus soon after going. If I have any sadness at all, it will be for those left behind like the unbelieving nurse. If I’m allowed to see what’s ahead, I’m sure I will feel blissful about the glory that awaits.
I had read that the dying Stalin suddenly opened his eyes and pointed fearfully at something past & above those around him, with a look of utter panic on his face before he suddenly died.
Some think Stalin was seeing the gates of Hell opening.
“I’ll take my chances with Jesus, and His eternal promises. After He carried me through life so dependably; why wouldn’t I trust Him with my eternal wellbeing also?”
Amen!
A book some 35 years ago told of the dying experiences of famous people, from the dark ages and forward. One such was Dwight L. Moody, the great evangelist. As Moody’s spirit neared departure, he began to see and feel into the next world, and to describe what he was seeing and feeling. As he closed his eyes for the last time, his final words were, “Bliss.....bliss.....bliss....” My 10 year old sister Nancy’s passing was much the same. With parents and siblings around her bed, she described the wonders and people she was seeing and the euphoria coming over her. Then she told us all she loved us, and she breathed her last, with an angelic smile on her face. We’re talking eternity here folks. Let us make sure we’re in right relationship with our Creator. We slough it off at our own eternal peril.
My Grandfather, on his last day, went into his closet and picked out a suit of clothes. He told my Grandmother that’s the suit he wished to be buried in. He went out to the garden and put it in good order then drove to town and checked in with his insurance agent to make sure there was no problem with his life insurance. His last stop was his doctor’s office where he died on the doorstep. He died at age 86.
I have been dead through 11 minutes of CPR and 2 AED shocks. The stopping of the pain from my heart attack was a welcome relief. Dying is extremely relaxing. I saw total blackness that appeared to be a tunnel, at least that was my impression. There were ethereal beings in the tunnel. They seemed to be floating. I do not know what or who they were, angels, dead relatives, I don’t know. Then I woke up.
“his final words were, “Bliss.....bliss.....bliss....”
Please see my post above. Bliss is a good word to describe the feeling. I have never felt as stress and pain free as I did in those few minutes.
“When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.” - Will Rogers
It depends on your relationship with Jesus Christ
My wife, who has witnessed many deaths, says there is no good way to die.
Dying in your sleep is probably the best, but I wonder: what if you are having some kind of nightmare? I sometimes have those then I wake up. But what if you never wake from it?
Maybe the best way to die is to be at ground zero when a nuclear (or other very powerful) explosion goes off. One nanosecond you are there and the next you are vapor. No time to register any pain or regret.
I like your handle, suthener. I had a number of Army buds from Dixie, and that’s exactly how they pronounced it.
In my 81 years, I have had general anesthesia 9 or 10 times for surgeries. And because of that, I know that if one’s heart is right with God, dying is a piece of cake. They inject the anesthetic into your IV line, and within a few seconds, it’s LIGHTS OUT! In the OR one surrenders him or herself to the surgical team and the anesthesiologist or nurse anesthetist, and the lights go out. So if one has ALREADY surrendered themself to the Saviour, the Lord Jesus; when it comes one’s time to die, it’s a piece of cake. JMHO, backed up by God’s Word.
Depends which gate you choose in life—the wide one or the narrow one.
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