Walking into Heaven

Close to twenty years ago, when I was about twenty six years old and just married with a new baby, I fell violently ill and was admitted into the Hospital. I had contracted a virus that was attacking my immune system. My lungs, pancreas and other vital organs were under attack. The Doctors could not figure out what the virus was, so treating it became a simple task of placing me in a medically induced coma and treating the symptoms, hoping I would recover. The coma was supposed to last a week... I slept for almost a month.

While in that coma, I was taken up into the heavens in a similar manner as Paul in 2 Corinthians 12:2. However, unlike Paul who entered the third Heavens, I was taken to the door of the third Heavens, and was instead present in the second. It appeared to me that I was walking in space. There was no "ground" to stand on, but rather I could "walk" in any direction. All around me I could see galaxies, stars, planets and nebulae. They were brilliant and the lighting was such as I could see myself clearly. In that place, I saw many visions, and was shown many amazing things. I even met with Jesus, although at that moment I thought of Him as my Dad or Father.

After many days, the Holy Spirit spoke to my Pastor and Youth Pastor who were both in their homes and told them to go and lay hands on me as I slept. They obeyed, arriving at the hospital simultaneously to pray together for me. They laid hands on me and within days I awoke from the coma unexpectedly. I was recovering, and the doctors could not explain how.

While I was in that coma, there was another family there with a son in the ICU room next to mine. He was younger then I, and was waiting for a lung transplant. However in waiting, he had contracted an infection, and was placed into a medically induced coma to assist in recovery. His family and mine had bonded in Christ Jesus as we both slept. They prayed over each of us daily. My waking was a miracle to all of them, and great hope was granted to this other family to see me healed. They now prayed even more fervently for their son, as they saw what happen in the room next door.

The mother of this Christian young man came in to see me days after I woke to tell me about him. My heart went out to her, and although I had never seen him, I began to pray for his healing. After a couple of weeks of rehab and recovery in the hospital, I was sent home to finish recovering. The young man in the ICU was not getting any better, and was still in a coma.

That first night when I lay in my own bed, my heart was extremely heavy for that young man. I prayed fervently for his healing, knowing that I was talking to God face to face, and that He was listening to me. Suddenly I was taken in the Spirit to the ICU room in the hospital where that young man was. I watched as the hand of God came down from heaven and hovered over him. I woke myself from that vision and shook my wife who was sound asleep. I told her that I saw that young man begin healed at that very moment. The next morning, we received a phone call from our new friends, who were still in the hospital. They informed us that their son had died that night.

I became extremely mad at God. I could not understand why God would show me what I thought was his healing, and then allow him to die. That night, after my wife fell to sleep, I told God what I really thought of Him. He then took me back into the heavens, and showed me that He had spoken directly to the young man while he slept and explained in a way that I now understood it was God's will to "take him home".

My grief fell away, and I now had a deep sense of fear and remorse for that young man, fearing how painful death itself was. I asked God if it hurt, and again the Lord took me into the heavens to show me an amazing thing. I stood among the galaxies and stars, and saw in the distance that young man standing, looking away from me. I called out to him, but he did not hear me. As I watched, I saw a great door open up into Heaven, where God dwells. The light was tremendously bright, and it took me a moment to adjust to the glory of it all. As I focused on the doorway, I saw the silhouette of Jesus in its midst. The young man took the hand of Jesus and they both walked into heaven together.

I opened my eyes and I was lying in bed again. I began to sob as God spoke to me directly and said, "This is how Johnny entered into heaven." I then knew that death is nothing to fear. He had not felt a thing, and was very happy to enter into heaven. When we die, we only need suffer but a moment in the flesh, as the next thing we see is Jesus at the door of Heaven.