There are lots of books and documentaries about
people having made trips to the afterlife and returning to tell the tale.
But if I want to engage personally with someone who
has had this experience I needn’t look far. There is person living about a mile away who
has made this journey. In fact I have known her all of my life. She is my
mother. In September of 1960 after being coded blue and having received last
rites, she came out of her body and saw the light. She told the all-powerful presence
telpathically that she wasn’t ready—her family needed her. And miraculously she
was sent back into her body.
And so for me, all the accounts of Jesus’ resurrection
are a natural belief.
Because mothers do not lie.
Christ rose. There is a heaven. And it is wonderful
on the other side.
Easter is real.
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