Posted on 12/27/2014 9:32:14 AM PST by NYer
Edited on 12/27/2014 9:42:10 AM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
William Peters was working as a volunteer in a hospice when he had a strange encounter with a dying man that changed his life.
The man
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“Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it. Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity.” Ecclesiastes 12:6-8
“For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven: If so be that being clothed we shall not be found naked. For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life.” 2 Corinthians 5:1-4
Death is that from which you don’t come back. If someone “comes back from the dead” he was not dead. End of discussion.
I for one would like to hear them, and I promise I won't think you're making them up.
I would love to hear them.
This doesn’t involve death but my husband and I were at a party one night and all of a sudden I felt like I couldn’t breathe! I’m a very private person but I actually told the man I was talking to that I couldn’t breathe. Without telling anyone else, I went out to our vehicle to get a Benedryl, I don’t have life threatening allergies but my husband does and I’m really not a hypochondriac or hysterical but I just couldn’t breathe.
I had a hard time getting the pill out of the blister pack and the first one flew out somewhere onto the ground, I only had one more. I finally got the second one opened and by that time I was just fine. I took a couple of full breaths and decided that I didn’t need to take the Benedryl but I put it in my pocket and went back into the party and ran right into my husband who had a look of panic on his face...his throat was swelling and he was having trouble breathing!
I just handed him the pill, ran outside and found the one I had dropped and took it to him too and then prepared to take him to the hospital. We were 20 miles from the hospital and the Benedryl kicked in and he chose not to go but even with the 2 pills almost immediately he swelled up and looked like a monster for several days.
The whole thing was just too weird and I believe that God surely had a hand in it because as bad as it was he probably would have died.
That is why they are called near-death experiences and not death experiences.
By the way, are you an atheist? Do you not believe in the risen Christ and the reports of Jesus raising the dead?
“Death is that from which you don’t come back. If someone “comes back from the dead” he was not dead. End of discussion.”
Exactly.
” It was my uncle calling to say that my grandmother had passed. He said: “You could not have been in the hospital’s parking lot, when she died”. “
I must say, I don’t understand your story. For example did the above detail have meaning? What significance was being in the parking garage or not when she died?
So Lazarus didn’t actually die?
The night my grandmother passed was without warning... although old... there were no signs that death was close...
The night she died started out quite typical.... the aid seeing her to bed helped her get in... once in bed she turned to the aid and asked her why her deceased husband and other relatives where in the room with her...
My grandmother went on to have a conversation with them that lasted a few minutes.... she could not understand why the aid could not see them....
After falling a sleep she passed on....
In addition, those that explain NDEs as anoxia are really grasping... One cannot rise above themselves and explain in detail things that happen in... and out... of the room there body resides.... and that has happened many times over by those who have experienced such....
Also not a shared death experience but my father collapsed and they took him to the hospital. They declared him brain dead. It took me 2 days to get across the country but I finally got there and before I even got to see him the doctor wanted to know about taking him off of life support. My mother and siblings had all decided that I should make that decision for some reason. I more or less told him to give me a little time to make that decision.
I went in to see him, his bed was kind of catty-cornered and I walked in and said, “Hi, Dad!”
The alarm went wild and I ran out and told the nurse who was coming. I went back in a started talking to him and he opened his eyes and looked at me. I thought it was probably some reaction because he was, after all, brain dead but I continued to talk and walked around the bed and his eyes followed me and he even moved his head a bit. I told him what I felt like I needed to say and then went and told the family so they had that opportunity. One by one everyone told him goodbye and he died probably 5 minutes after the last person talked to him.
Of course Lazurus died and was dead.
Christ raised him.
Very different than the scam artists making claims today.
What about “near death experiences” ? They are for real and have been studied for years.
Please see post number 32. Thank-you.
I had what I felt was a tiny “peek” into the afterlife. My grandfather had Alzheimer’s, and the last couple years of his life he spent in a Masonic rest home in another state. I hadn’t had the opportunity to talk with him in all that time. We knew he was sick, but I didn’t have any details.
The night he died (we were notified the next morning), he appeared to me in a very detailed dream. No words were spoken — just “knowing” things — and the funny thing was, he was dressed as a “day of the dead” character, with a cheerful skull mask on. (I think my mind interpreted his appearance this way because I had gone to a “day of the dead” art show several months before, and loved the cheery, funny approach of much of the artwork.) I could tell he was very excited and happy, and in a hurry to be on his way, as we said farewell to one another. The background was a pearlescent, shifting white and gray, like a flower petal with the sun coming through it. Far, far in the distance, I could see someone waiting for my grandfather, though I couldn’t see who it was.
That happened 30 years ago, and it changed my life. I had not believed in God or an afterlife before — heck, I didn’t know what I believed! — and now I do. Seeing is believing, as they say. Thanks, Grandpa. Best gift you ever gave me.
So the “expert” says that the people who love the dying cause this themselves to comfort themselves.This does not account for the man who described the incident that leads the article.He read to him and knew him but was not related or a loved one.The easiest answer is that these things happen and often.
Then who is resuscitated?
“I expect his life-substance would be in evidence on every planet.”
That’s an odd expectation.
What do you consider “life-substance”?
Have we found “that” on Mars?
Not a trick question. Jesus did many good works. For which of them did the Pharisees deem it necessary to have Him killed?
Exactly.
Well then if Lazarus did really die then the above definition of death needs to be revised since he came back.
Wasn't me, & I'm the only male in the house.
I file it under "interesting". Something we won't find the truth about in this life.
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