Now I am here to tell you this is a true story believe it or not. It was a hot summer day in July 2010 and there was nothing that was spectacular this day. It was business as usual we were off to work and the children were off to school and the smaller children stay home with there aunt Rachel.
In the evening my wife and I return home and the children as always were smiling, laughing and carrying on with big hugs and kisses a typical day when returning home from work before preparing for dinner. So we go about are business and it is time to retire for evening.
Laura my wife retired to bed a little sooner then I and she falls asleep within five minutes of laying down. After finishing watching my favorite show I was off to bed. Now prior to getting cozy under the blankets I will smoke a cigarette and put on my favorite movie and contemplate my day then I will fall asleep soon thereafter.
As I closed my eyes this evening within five minutes or so I had found myself standing on an old red brick road, there were brick town homes lined up and down the street there no front yards just sidewalks and steps leading into the homes. The town homes were three stories in height and very well maintained. There was a traffic light at the corner and people of all races walking about. No vehicles were on the street and the street was also very clean and maintained a perfect setting for a city person.
Here is where the adventure begins. I am standing on the street and looking about and wondering to myself where I was, what was I doing there and how did I get there. As I was looking about people began falling down all around me laying lifeless on the street and sidewalks alike. At this point I was afraid and I was just looking on trying to figure out what was happening.
Now I proceeded to walk over to one of the people laying on the sidewalk to see if I could be of help. As I proceeded a shadow man/skeleton man (Grim reaper) approximately seven to eight feet in height, wearing a black robe covering him from head to toe was standing before me. I paused/hesitated and he reached toward me and grabbed my head with his skeleton hands and I could feel my soul being ripped from my body, but I also could see it.
Then he spoke to me and said, don’t fight it you are coming with me. I replied while struggling to free myself from his grip I’ll be damned if I go with you. I was scared to death but I wasn’t going to have it, death that is, I have five children to raise.
The struggle continued and more and more of my soul was being pulled from my body again I could feel it and see it. I thought well this is it he is going to beat me and I was just about to give up when I recited Psalm 23 “Thou I walk thru the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil…etc.” and began to pray to Jesus the Christ and that was it my soul was back in my body and the Grim reaper just stop and walked away. I was still standing on the street praying and trying to figure out what just happened. I believe that it was my faith in Christ that saved me.
The Grim Reaper continued walking about taking peoples souls. I heard him tell several other people the same thing he told me don’t fight it your coming with me and people everywhere were dropping like flies.
As I stood by and watched this happening I felt very uncomfortable because there was nothing I could do to help these people. Then a small black child approximately ten to twelve years old passed me on the street riding his bicycle and the Grim Reaper took look upon him and with every bit of strength I yelled out no you cannot take him and a car came out of no where and hit the boy and he laid helpless in the street. The Grim Reaper and I both made way to the boy and I stood above him as if I was guarding him and the Grim Reaper would not get within eight feet of us.
As I stood there facing death standing above this child wanting to help him and comfort him there was nothing I could do. The Grim Reaper and I both just stared at each other and neither made a move as the old saying goes it was a Mexican standoff.
As we stared at each other the Grim Reaper raised his arm and it stretched out the distance we were apart and he put his hand on the boys head and that was it the child was taken by the Grim Reaper. I don’t know who this child was but it touched my heart deeply and I pray God was him.
Now you can call this what you will a sleep, dream, trance, vision I personally don’t know but has changed my life.
The moral of the story is this life is precious enjoy every minute and remember you can look death in the eye and just say no. Just tell Death your not going to accept his offer and that’s final it may be a struggle but you will prevail if you believe.