The Morning Star Rising on the First Day
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STANDING FIRM FOR WHAT GOD PUT INTO MY HEART
In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, which were, “Why should you live?”
The Last Judgment by Rogier Van Der Weyden
If you would like to read the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:
The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis
Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death
Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death
Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ
Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day
Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day
But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. My problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my body with powerful digestive enzymes capable of decomposing the internal organs of my body. So in effect, my body was disintegrating from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I was placed on a strict fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. Then suddenly my vocal cords became swollen and choked off my air supply and an emergency operation was performed that saved my life. Another operation was performed to insure that I had proper levels of nutrition entering my body. Next my doctors wanted to perform an operation to repair my broken pancreas. But a second opinion told another story and set off another battle for my life. Here is the rest of the story.
The good news of the second opinion was forwarded to the hospital staff, and I was not surprised that they totally disagreed with it. Nor was I surprised when the hospital surgeon warned me that I would experience serious consequences if I did not have the operation. The use of the word “would,” was definitely deployed to strike fear and doubt into my mind. Perhaps they really believed what they were saying. Or, perhaps they just wanted to save face. The thought in my mind at that time was, “surgeons only make the big money when they operate.”
But this was a full assault and as I was soon to find out, they were my immediate family members as well. It wasn’t very long before they were also trying to persuade me to go forward with the operation as well. After all, they were fearful of losing me.
I knew in my heart from the very beginning that I would live. I must have picked up this positive attitude simply by making it through the first night. I, therefore, rejected the bad report and never, ever entertained it in my mind or heart. You see, I had believed in a good report even before there was a good report to believe. In my heart, I knew that I did not need the operation, and I told the hospital doctors and everyone else who came to see me.
This was not faith on my part but rather a knowing. I told them that I would not have the operation. Many people tried to change my mind but I told them that I would not. The doctors tried several different strategies to get me to recant. My answer was always unwavering and to the point. Unfortunately, they pressed me to the point that I had to rudely tell them that this was the end of the line and that there would be not be any more discussion about the operation.
Interestingly enough, by chance I ran into this surgeon on an airport shuttle bus several years later. I was in much better health at the time and was in very good shape and had lost a lot of weight because I had been playing quite a lot of racquetball. Because of this he must not have recognized me, so I introduced myself. Would you believe that he started preaching to me about the operation again? I guess he just did not get the message. He refused to believe the test results that showed that the pseudo-cysts had disappeared. There was nothing left on which to operate! Interesting, isn’t it.
This is how it is with the unbelieving. They see with their eyes, but their minds don’t comprehend. They hear with their ears, but they don’t understand the truth.
It has been twenty-five years since all of this happened and, thank God, there have never been any repercussions from my decision at that time. Sometimes you just have to go with the message that God has put in your heart despite all of the negatives going on around you.
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