Well…..listen folks….I’ve died. I have died and come back. Literally? No. But I was mentally there. Several years ago I was convinced I had died, and what I learned was pretty interesting.
I was sick with a manic episode and I was convinced that I was going to die at 8 am. Well, 8 am hit and I went nuts. I collapsed, screaming, convinced the devil had killed me. I was put in a stretcher and sent to a hospital. Do you know what happened, at least in my mind?
I was relieved. I was at peace. There was no more work to do. The people around me were all angels, and they were there to help me. I felt like I was going to see God in a little while. I felt like I was being processed. And of course when I got to the hospital and came out of my delusion, things were different. However, I had already received the relief I needed. I knew God needed me to do what I had been doing and I knew that when I actually did die, he would care for me.
At the same time, over the years I have become convinced that death is just a very normal transition and extremely stress-free once you are dead. Now, people like to judge that some people are going to heaven, some folks are going to hell, but there is no way to know. You cannot judge properly regardless of what kind of factors you judge by.
I tell people that are old and sick or scared or helpless, that God is a fun guy. He has a party waiting. And now I have several close relatives that have died and I feel like they really are at an endless party. This has just happened within the last several months.
Talk about a reunion. Heaven is more like a reunion than anything. And hell? Well thankfully I do not know. :)
I was sick with a manic episode and I was convinced that I was going to die at 8 am. Well, 8 am hit and I went nuts. I collapsed, screaming, convinced the devil had killed me. I was put in a stretcher and sent to a hospital. Do you know what happened, at least in my mind?
I was relieved. I was at peace. There was no more work to do. The people around me were all angels, and they were there to help me. I felt like I was going to see God in a little while. I felt like I was being processed. And of course when I got to the hospital and came out of my delusion, things were different. However, I had already received the relief I needed. I knew God needed me to do what I had been doing and I knew that when I actually did die, he would care for me.
At the same time, over the years I have become convinced that death is just a very normal transition and extremely stress-free once you are dead. Now, people like to judge that some people are going to heaven, some folks are going to hell, but there is no way to know. You cannot judge properly regardless of what kind of factors you judge by.
I tell people that are old and sick or scared or helpless, that God is a fun guy. He has a party waiting. And now I have several close relatives that have died and I feel like they really are at an endless party. This has just happened within the last several months.
Talk about a reunion. Heaven is more like a reunion than anything. And hell? Well thankfully I do not know. :)