4/2/2011 7:01:39 PM
My Inspiration
April 10, 1972
I have worked for almost thirty-two years
now to find words that may offer a meaningful description of my near death experience.
I have found this to be very difficult; the following is my best effort.
I had just gotten out of jail and was
riding fast into “deadmans curve;” forced to cross over the line. There was a car in the other lane
and I went down in the turn, trying to get out of the way. I was thrown over the handlebars
and into the car to be pierced by a bar that broke free of the fender. The bike
followed and hammered my spine into my brain with that rod in my rear.
I lay near death in the ditch by the
road. My spirit left my body and went to
another place, different from the world. And suddenly I was with Jesus, in the midst of angels.
I heard voices calling, and
there were two questions. The first one asked me if I wanted to live or die; and I considered the gravity,
with the fear of God. I
prayed for my life and had faith that I would live, even before the prayer was
done. The next
question asked me if I should have any physical or mental impairment when I
returned to my body. I
prayed for a complete recovery and had faith that it would be, even before the
prayer was finished. I was very thankful for my gifts and wanted to serve Him.
The confusion over the days of Creation came to mind and I asked His
understanding in the beginning, and had faith this would be found in the KJV
Bible.
When I came back to my body, there were
people talking about how I had been involved in a serious motorcycle accident
and that I was going to die.
But I did not agree with
them. I remembered
when I heard Jesus, in the midst of angels. I wanted to thank Him but I was not able to find
words to form a sentence. So I said thank you with my heart, and believed that He understood.
When help finally arrived they gathered
me up, loaded me into the ambulance and took me to the hospital. I was utterly amazed by what I saw
out the ambulance window, as we traveled down the road. It was like we were traversing a
dreamscape, on a marvelous journey through some mystical wonderland. There was a tree standing on a
bank of brown earth, holding up the sky; and another by a river, beautiful
beyond description. And there was someone there with me; and she offered me
counsel, and I found comfort in her words. However, when I found that the others were oblivious to
what I saw, I got my bearings and praised the Lord. And everything changed when we
arrived at the hospital. The woman had left, the trees were gone, but I could remember and
dreamed of the day when He will return.
Back in the real world, the wound on my
rear had been overlooked when admitted, and left unattended in the hospital. It was hidden from view, as I lay
on my back in the ICU. I
was unable to speak and could not tell anyone about it. It started to hurt very badly and
I would try to relieve the pain by using my head and right leg to lift my body
off my rear. This did
not ease the pain, but made things worse when a bed-sore developed on my heel.
The doctor dismissed the
whole thing by saying that I was in a coma and my "spasticated
movement," was from seizures because there was pressure on my brain. And
when Mom said that they were going to cut my hair for open head surgery and
bleed off the pressure through a hole in my head; I just couldn't believe it,
nor could I understand it. I didn’t know how I could ever get to a point where I could deal with
the politics of that castigation and left it for Jesus to handle.
I dealt with the pain and waited for Him
to show me the way out.
And suddenly I remembered a
movie where this cowboy was going to lose his leg and all the doctor could give
him was a bullet to bite on. I realized that this was how Jesus had shown me a
way out; now, where was that bullet.
Lo and behold, it was in my mouth; right
where it was suppose to be.
My lower left rear tooth
rose up just a little and was my bullet to bite on. I bit that "bullet" very
hard and sometimes the pain would stop. The tooth broke off; my Mother found it in my mouth and
told the doctor about it. He knew to dress the wound and I went on to a complete recovery. Ever aware of my experience with
the angels, I am thankful to God; eternally devoted to serve the Lord Jesus
Christ.
Amen.
