Heaven Part 2 (The Rest of the Story)

"Dear Lord, let me tell the truth here as I remember it, nothing more, nothing less."

Okay, I owe you another chapter on Purgatory, part 2. A chapter or two on heaven and at least one or two on hell. But let’s assume you can research that on your own for now. It’s time to tell you “what happened next”.

For those of you who previously started reading this as a blog, I apologize for holding you in semi-suspense for a couple months after the posting, “Heaven Part 1”.

Since then, I have tried to study hard and understand what I experienced. I have asked for help from others. I’m embarrassed to say a couple great men I counted on to help me never called me back. Some good and deeply spiritual people became uncomfortable with parts of my story. Obviously that had an effect on me.   If what I report seems contrary to Scripture, please believe Scripture.

I was sure I was either mistaken, or mad on morphine, when I tried to explain what happened next. Perhaps you remember.  I was in line…the man in front of me was receiving God’s grace…It was a beautiful experience…and then after a tremendously wonderful encounter with Christ that lasted a good long time, I found myself back in this world.  The next experience was a continuation of the first, but different.  Different enough that I have never been totally confident in sharing it.  If indeed I experienced two separate cardiac arrests, this would be the second.   In a place not here, I was told it was time to choose.   Choose what?  I didn't know.

Don’t think of this part as going on a trip, or moving to a different place (although it must have been) but I was told it was “their turn” to talk to me. I was given over to what were supposed to be “demons” (more nerdy than scary) who would invite me to stay with them in “hell”. I was told I had been given a cosmic “truth serum”, so I would not be able to lie. I would not be able to make excuses or rely on my religious history. I couldn't fake it.  I would have to choose. Did I want to be in heaven eternally, or not? Think about it.   I began thinking about some of the Christians I knew, and wasn't sure I wanted to spend eternity with them.  Have I truly chosen Christ? Heaven or hell…choose now. Just as those who had not surrendered to Christ on earth were given a last chance to believe and accept  Christ, so I was now being given a chance to defect.

This isn't what you were expecting was it?  Don't get nervous yet.

Of course the "hell" I'm describing is not the one we read about or think of in Scripture. That must be the hell after the final judgment. This hell was nothing more or less than every pleasure earth has to offer. Good weather, good food, good sex, good everything. It was whatever you craved, whatever you loved. Definitely not the lake of fire and continuous torment I expected. 

Standing in heaven's front yard in that line facing Christ, I was "not of the earth".   I was not carnal.  I had no love of anything except Jesus and His world without end.  I was absent from the body. Earthly desires were foreign or absent.

But on this journey/detour, I felt all the pull of earth and flesh again.  Of course I didn’t choose this option. But I do seriously remember thinking, “Maybe I’ll just ask Him (Christ) if I can stay here for a couple hundred years or so and then meet back in heaven?”  Don't laugh.  I was trying to figure out how to suggest this option until grace threw me a rope and pulled me back in .  Only the blood of Christ cures sin.  Carnality is tough to kill.  Even when you are dead.

So I woke up in the hospital, full of morphine and tubes.  The respirator kept me from speaking.  Was this a dream?    My dreams were in another area of the brain. I had two weeks worth of really strange ones.  (Perhaps I will write about my dreams one day.  If so, I will start with the one where Barbara shoots a guy in the forehead with a crossbow because he tries to board our boat uninvited.  We don't even own a boat.)

I was very excited about being in heaven. The “hell” part was also exciting but disturbing.   As I tried to tell my adventure, I became very confused.  Maybe I wasn’t supposed to tell this. Tomorrow (Sept.3, 2010) marks 9 months to the day.  I have told this part to only a few trusted souls.  I only tell  it now because I've come to understand my life  and therefore my ministry, is not for the masses, but for the few.   Perhaps there is someone who needs to hear this.  The masses will reject it anyway.  Then I remembered (while reciting the Apostle’s Creed), Presbyterians say, “He descended into hell, the third day he rose again from the dead”.

My wife was a Presbyterian, and I went to a Presbyterian Seminary for grad school, but I'm a Methodist, not a Presbyterian. We don’t say the creed that way.  Where did that come from?  In 56 years I had never wondered.

It’s part of the creed. Most Christians just don’t say it. “I believe that Jesus…descended into hell.” A Christianity Today article in 2000, “Did Jesus Really Descend to Hell?” tells of a Christian college where a series of messages on the Apostle’s Creed had to omit this item because none of the 12 professors of Bible and theology believed it. Actually, the statement is not found in the earliest form of the creed. Remember, “hell” is “hades”, the world of the departed. Suddenly, certain Scriptures I had read, but placed in the brain's parking lot, began to make sense:

Acts 2:31 (get your Bible out, don’t make me do all the work)
I Peter 3:19
Matt. 12:40
Ephesians 4:8-10
I Peter 4:6
Luke 16:19-31
Psalm 49
These scriptures make a case, not water tight, but solid, for an interface between living, dying, heaven and hell.   After His crucifixion, Jesus' body lay in the tomb three days.   His spirit was not idle.  He went to Hades and preached.   Is it that odd we would also make such a visit.  Remember, Jesus is Lord.  He is Lord of it all.  Even in hell they understand He holds the keys. I’m not trying to make a theological argument,   I’m trying to defend my own sanity.

Heaven, Part 2, started with rapture and glory and ended with a tour of a pre-millennial “hell” right out of Hollywood.  When our bodies die, our souls either "go to sleep" or "go to the place of the dead".   I wish the Scriptures were clearer.  My (unique) experience helps my understanding.  I believe we go the place of the dead.   There Jesus meets us and loves on us, inviting us to live eternally with Him.  We make a decision.  If that decision is made here on earth, I believe it is easier to confirm there.  Therefore, we should evangelize and make Christ known throughout the world.

But all that doesn't really matter.   It is what it is.   Maybe I missed something.   Maybe I took a wrong turn or wasn't listening.   Maybe when they said "turn right for harp lessons", I turned left and got lost in a rainbow.   Perhaps I was exploring the boundaries of grace and lost my way.  Surely, the Bible is enough.   Scripture points the way.  What Scripture?   All Scripture.  What we know about Christ is what we've been taught, and we should teach others.  Many in the world have not been taught.

So this is my experience.   I visited the front yard of heaven.   I witnessed grace and love beyond compare.  I was privileged to choose (not be forced) a life with God.   I considered the options.  I now can say with Paul, "O Death, where is your victory, O death, where is your sting?...the sting of death is sin".  I Cor. 15:55  

"Behold I tell you a mystery;  we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed." I Cor. 15:51

Today I focus on living.  I still must die someday unless the Lord returns.  Will I get to choose again?   Probably.  Do I believe my experience is real, not just a morphine dream?  Absolutely.