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By Richard Brock as told to Harriett Ford at The Copper Coin in Branson, MO
It is written of Heaven, Eye has not seen, ear has not heard of it’s wonders . . . But God has revealed them unto us by His Spirit. I Cor. 2:9 KJV
Heaven is real. But I know as a minister that sometimes we need revelation by the Spirit to help us understand how real.
Words of faith are to live by, and the Spirit helps us experience faith in the evidence of things unseen. (Heb. 11:1).
I was working the night I got the call. My dad had been rushed to the hospital.
Immediately I jumped in my car and headed there, driving way too fast. From nowhere, I heard a voice, loud and clear, saying “Slow down.” The voice was so clear it startled me, but I hit the brakes. Then, the voice said “He is with me.”
I turned to see if someone was in the back seat, but it was empty. Realizing I was still braking, I eased up. At that moment, a car barreled through the intersection without even slowing at the stop sign. I would have been in a full-speed collision if I hadn’t heeded the voice.
At the hospital, my wife met me with the news that I already knew in my heart. Dad was dead.
The years rolled on, however my father’s death without a chance to say goodbye bothered me more and more. I just couldn’t seem to let go, which is a mystery because I am an ordained evangelist, and I have, with God’s help, ministered to others in this same situation.
My grief and distress began to affect my work, my marriage, and my ministry. I fasted and prayed, but nothing seem to help. One night I went to bed, and God opened up the following vision to me.
I was sitting on a flat and level area of a high mountain. It dropped steeply to a calm and beautiful lake with no ripples. There were so many flowers and colors I had never seen before. As I looked out over this breathtaking view, I knew it was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. I had never even dreamed about such a place. Eye hath not seen . . .
In the distance, I saw a boat coming toward me. There was no wind, and as far as I could tell, the person in the boat was not rowing, just sitting and looking out the back of the boat. How it was moving I could not understand, so I watched intently. The scene was amazingly peaceful and incredibly beautiful beyond description. I couldn’t stop looking around and wondering where I was.
Then I remembered the boat and glanced down. It had pulled up right below me. A young man got out on shore and started up the steep mountainside. For some reason I thought I knew him. You have to know the physical limitations my dad experienced before his death. He wore hearing aids, glasses, and could barely walk due to injuries from a fall. He was also bald, and it bothered him, so he kept some type of hat on at all times. I would not recognize him any other way than I remembered him.
The strangely familiar figure kept moving up the mountain toward me, climbing quite fast with no difficulty at all. I couldn’t place him. He was young, in the prime of his life, no glasses, and no problem climbing the mountain. With a full head of black hair (no hat), he was also a very nice looking man.
Finally face to face with me, he said, “Hello Son.”
Right then, I knew he was my dad restored as a young man, full of life, all his limitations gone. He gazed into my eyes and said: “Look around and see how beautiful it is here, and look at me Son. No pain, fully restored to my prime. You must let me go. God has a work for you to do. Be about His work, and as you are faithful, know for sure I’ll be waiting for you. You must let me go and trust that God loves you. He has given your family to you as a blessing. Be sure to tell your mother I love her and your family.”
Dad reached out his arms to give me a hug, and I reached out to him. As I did this, I woke up sitting in bed with my wife looking at me. I told her all about my vision.
Since that night, I am at peace about not saying goodbye to dad here on earth, because I was permitted to do that in a far better place. I know what the Bible says about heaven is true. It’s a gift already bought and paid for by the blood of Jesus. All we need to do is accept His words of faith to live by, and then we can experience the evidence of things not seen.
*Harriett Ford is a reporter, author of the book If God Wants Me Well, Why Am I Sick? And is currently working on a book of God Interventions to be released in 2014. The above story is an excerpt from the book.
In his twenties, my father had suffered injuries from a car accident which left him in a coma for a few weeks. Doctors put a steel plate in his head. He eventually recovered and worked for Osgood Sign Co. as an electrician and neon sign builder and installer. Later, Dad had hearing aids in both ears, and wore eye glasses. Still he was in relatively good health when he died at fifty-four.
While in his forties, he fell from an extension ladder, broke both ankles, and hurt his knees. No more playing ball, or bowling, or even fishing on a boat that did not have a flat bottom.
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Thank you for sharing this story with us, Harriett!