This is a description of a good friend’s adventure in December 2010.  Dave is the executive director Gillespie Services which provides housing and day services for people within the intellectually disabled community.  A Special Gathering volunteer, he  is a quiet man, not prone to exaggeration, extremes or drama.

Even though it’s been almost a year since it happened, each time he tells his experience, he cries.  Usually, people who hear his story cry.  In his simple telling, there is  powerful evidence of God’s mercy and grace.

I had chest pains and was so dizzy I could not lift my head. My wife called an ambulance and I was taken to our local hospital in Melbourne, Florida.
Around 2AM the next morning my journey to heaven began.  I went through a tunnel filled with  gorgeous flowers. The colors and smell were nothing I had ever seen or smelled.  I went through light on the other side.
I saw a white fence that went on for as far as I could see; and I saw an angel who was just a little bigger than I am.  She had  wings and she was playing a harp.   She played the harp during my entire visit to heaven.
On the other side of the fence I could see a road made of gold and Jesus standing at the gate. The road was firm and solid but so clear that I could see the clouds underneath it.
When I saw Jesus, I thought, Wow! It is really him.  He looks exactly like his pictures, except his eyes are a bright sky-blue.  He wore a white robe with gold fringe.
Next, I saw four of my family members. They were dressed in white.  I saw my mother, step-father (who raised me), grandmother (my mother’s mother) and my Uncle Mike. (My mother raised him starting at ten years old when my grandmother died of a heart attack.  He was like my brother.)  They all looked between 21 and 34 years of age.
I talked with my mother first. I asked her if she was still in pain. She had died of cancer. She said, “No.” She asked me how my brothers and sister are doing.
I talked to my step-dad and brought up that I was disappointed that he never got around to legally adopting me.  That had been his plan, but inadequate funding prevented him from being able to carry out the plan. He was the Chief of Police of Stow, Ohio.  He died of a heart attack when I was 15 years old.  He said that he was also very sorry that he was unable to get that done for me.
Next I talked with my Uncle Mike.  He also died of a heart attack.  He suffered with heart pain before his death and refused to seek help.  I asked him why he didn’t go to the doctor and he said that he didn’t want anyone to cut him open. I told him that I had open heart surgery and that it isn’t that bad and that he could be alive today if he had sought help. He again stated that he didn’t want anyone to cut him open and he was happy in heaven.
The last family member I talked to was my grandmother.  I thanked her for helping me with my speech when I was in elementary school.  At that time, I had a speech impediment.  She worked with me on some of the letters that gave me trouble.  She told me that was a great time for her being with me. Grandmother was shocked that I remembered this.  My grandmother looked younger than I ever remember seeing her.
After I talked with each one of my family present, Jesus talked to me. He said I could enter the gate if I wanted. However, he said my job on earth was not complete and he wanted me to return.  ”But,” Jesus said to me, “it is your choice.”  He would let me enter the gate if I wanted.  He told me I had a wonderful family. I told Jesus I would return to earth.  Jesus said, “I’m glad you made this choice.”
When I returned, I did not go through the tunnel. I could see my body sitting up in my hospital bed.  I remember thinking, “How am I sitting up? I wasn’t able to sit up earlier.”  You see, I was so dizzy when I came to the hospital, I could not lift my head. I remember floating through the air and returning into my body.
I wanted to call my best friend, Linda, and my wife, Pam, to tell them. I looked at the clock and it was 3:00AM. Jesus spoke to my heart and said, “You can wait until morning to tell the story. You will remember it.”
I waited until morning and called my wife and asked her and my friend to come to the hospital as I just returned from heaven and wanted to tell them my story.
My friend Linda said she believed I died because I expelled my body fluids and the nurse had to clean me up. My trip seemed to take about 15 to 20 minutes.  Yet, I was connected to heart monitors.  I was never pronounced dead, nor did any of the heart monitors show any signs of death.  I guess it is true that a day is like a thousand years and vice versa to God.  He can do all this work in the twinkle of an eye.

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Leslie surrounded by her friends

Leslie surrounded by her friends

Yesterday, I said good-bye to my good friend, Leslie.  She has been a member, deacon and choir member of The Special Gathering for more years than I can remember.  We are a ministry within the mentally challenged community.  Our purpose is to evangelize and disciple people who are developmentally disabled. 

The doctors have made a valiant effort to save her. Two weeks ago there was a gruelling operation to repair a hole that had ripped in her stomach.  Yet after days of monitoring and pumping in all manner of meds and preventive drugs into her system, the tests have determined that her brain has been severely damaged because of a stroke. She will not be able to survive without life supports.  She will never gain consciousness.

The family has decided with the confirmation of the doctors that in a couple of days they will remove the life supports and allow her to slowly slip into the arms of her friend, Jesus. 

Leslie’s life was a transforming pulse of laughter and grace.  Wherever she went, the room came alive.  She would smile and verbally poke and prod until she forced you to giggle or laugh, in spite of your desire to stay in a bad humor. 

Each Sunday after Special Gathering, she would announce, “I’m going to Jason’s.”  That was her invitation for the entire group to join her at her favorite after-church restaurant and they did.  The crowd grew.  Of course, there would be more giggling and silliness.

While her mom did most of the work during their many parties, Leslie was the hostess.  She greeted and entertained each guest.  Usually sitting somewhere at or near the head of the T-shaped tables, she would hold court and we, her loyal servants, would pay homage to her vibrant life.

As powerful as her personality was, it was her relationship with the Lord that helped to transform lives.  She prayed for the sick, touching with care and concern.  She openly shared about her Lord, Jesus. 

I honestly didn’t want to say good-bye to her and my heart is weeping.  However, I’m not crying for her but for myself.  I don’t think Leslie is living in that shell of a body anymore.  I don’t claim to understand all the medical and ethical implications of when this life ends and eternity begins.  But I think she’s already exited her body and she’s patiently waiting for us to catch up with the reality of her joyous homecoming.

I believe she is dancing and entertaining and hosting great luncheons and dinners.  I’m sure she and Jesus have their heads together right now planning something wonderful for those of us still left here to weep and grieve.  As soon as her meeting with the Lord is complete, she’ll probably turn and yell, “I’m going to lunch”  and a great host of angels and saints will follow her, just to be in her company. 

Right now, I envy them a lot.