“And said,
Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the
Son of man standing on the right hand of
God.”
Acts 7:56. Stephen saw a vision of
Jesus just before he was stoned to death.
There are many occurrences within the pages
of God’s word where some have seen either an
angel or a Christophony. In Stephen’s case
he saw the Christ, the living Son of God the
Father, in all His glory.
Many books
have been written throughout the years which
tell stories of those who’ve gone through a
near death experience. Some of these folks
claim to have seen God and some say they
have even spoken with Him. In some cases
these people have been declared clinically
dead for a few minutes before returning to
this human dimension. During that time they
claim to have experienced something
supernatural. Some have made rather hard to
reconcile claims about having seen Heaven in
all its glory and others claim to have been
transported to the deepest dungeons of Hell
itself, by Jesus Christ no less. Some of
these stories have been so cleverly
portrayed that many believe they must be
true.
I’ve read many
of these experiences, especially when I was
a fairly new believer. I read as many books
as I could get my hands on in those days,
and all were written by Christians. Over the
years I’ve seen the error of such books and
now I understand much more about why people
write books such as these. Some write about
near death experiences because they know
this subject ispopular
with the masses and they are very creative
writers who can completely overwhelm the
imagination of the readers. Many of these
writers are only seeking after monetary gain
or some other form of popularity.
But some of
these authors surely believe they actually
visited Heaven and Hell, or that they’ve
seen Jesus in all His glory as they laid
waiting for help in the middle of some
automobile wreck or other catastrophe. I’m
not here to argue or dismiss anyone’s near
death explanation as false, only that I have
doubts about some of them.
Many people
use 2 Corinthians 12:2-5 as a Biblical proof
text for believing in near-death
experiences. However, this would be taking a
lot of liberty with interpretation. They
believe Paul had actually died and he found
himself in heaven. But the passage does not
state that Paul had died. God gave Paul a
vision of heaven, so Paul did not have a
near-death experience. Certainly Stephen had
a near death experience since he was near
death when he saw Jesus.
Other than
Stephens experience the Bible is somewhat
silent regarding near-death experiences, and
there is no reliable scientific research to
confirm such experiences, we probably
shouldn’t simply accept the legitimacy of
these claims on their face value. But I also
believe it to be too strong to state that
all near-death experiences are faked,
imagined, or Satanic, but there are still
serious concerns, Biblically, about the
validity of many of these reported
experiences.
Now that I’ve
gotten that disclaimer out of the way, I
would like to convey an event in my life
that was a very strange occurrence to say
the least. I’m not saying my story falls
into the category of near death experiences,
only that one fateful day I was
supernaturally protected from harm. Close
encounter with death, or was it something
else? You be the judge.
In 1995 I went
to work for a refuse company as a truck
driver. Over the first few weeks I was going
through some very intense training, learning
to operate their equipment while being
taught the route I was soon to be assigned.
This particular day as my instructor and I
were about halfway through my new route we
had to make a quick detour to a transfer
station. A transfer station is a place where
trucks filled with refuse were unloaded and
then other larger trucks would pick up those
dumped loads and deliver them to a land fill
area many miles away.
On this
particular day my route trainer was driving
the truck. As he brought the truck to a stop
in front of one of the dumping bays he
jumped out to move a backhoe that was parked
in front of the bay. After moving the
backhoe over to the side he climbed back
into the cab of the truck and proceeded to
back it into the bay. When he brought the
truck to a stop again we both jumped outand
went to the back of the truck to open our
respective doors.
The driver
opened his door first, swung it around and
clamped it to the side of the truck and
headed back to the cab, leaving me to do the
same with my door. The problem arose when I
opened my door. As soon as I had released
the bar clamp which held the door shut it
sprung open and hit me in the chest with a
force I felt was equal to someone hitting me
with a sledgehammer at full swing. My
instructor had neglected to take the
pressure off the load (similar to a large
trash compactor), consequently all the
pressure of that load was up against my
door.
When the door
hit me I was thrown backwards onto the top
of the pile of garbage that was already
lying there from a previous dump. The driver
hadn’t realized I was injured and proceeded
to raise the bed to dump the full load. As I
was laying there in intense pain, and with
all the air knocked out of me, I was unable
to call for help. I watched as the front end
of the dump unit rose high in the air and
the back was lowered just above me. The door
I had opened was swinging back and forth and
that whole load of garbage was now hovering
above my motionless body.
Now it’s
important to understand that gravity alone
should have created an unavoidable set of
circumstances. I should have been buried at
the bottom of a huge refuse pile. But that
was not the case. As I lay there in
excruciating pain fully expecting to be
crushed to death, I was faced with an
impossible situation. It was impossible for
me to move out of harm’s way and it was
impossible for that load to remain in the
truck. As far as the driver was concerned,
all that refuse should have been lying in a
huge pile there in that bay.
Finally, after
what seem like an eternity, the driver came
back to the rear of the truck to ascertain
the problem with the load not dumping out.
When he saw me laying there under the back
of that truck he picked me upand
carried me out of the area where that load
would eventually be dumped; that feat of
strength alone coming from a man half my
size can only be described as supernatural.
When he laid me down again he placed me
right next to the backhoe he had moved
earlier and which was still running.
I was laying
there in incredible pain as my instructor
hurried off to call an ambulance and my
wife. My wife tells me that the sound of his
voice over the phone was one of extreme
anxiety; he didn’t want to tell her
everything. He must have thought that the
spark of life which keeps us all alive was
about to leave my body.
While I was
laying there next to that backhoe in all
that pain and with all the noise of the
backhoe and the truck filling up that dump
bay, I fell into what I can only suppose was
a different realm of existence. Suddenly
there was no pain and all the noise that had
surrounded me earlier was gone. My eyes were
open and I could see with perfect clarity a
bright shining light before me. I didn’t
hear a voice; I didn’t see a manifestation
of Christ. And I’m still not saying that
this experience was near death.
All I knew was
I felt great with no pain at all; I was once
again able to breath and felt I could even
speak. I didn’t speak though, at least I
don’t remember speaking, but I felt I had
all my faculties. The day that this happened
was very cold on the Oregon coast and yet I was now in total
comfort - warm and without any pain in my
chest. I didn’t have a clue as to where I
was but I knew I was not lying next to that
backhoe any more. The weirdest thing in my
mind was that I was no longer laying down
but standing. This comfort I felt was short
lived.
Suddenly,
quicker than a blink of the eye, I was back
lying next to that backhoe, once again in
extreme pain. All my senses were returned to
the urgency of the moment. All the warmth I
had felt was gone and I was freezing. All
the noise that I had escaped from for that
short period of time came back with a
tremendous blast in my ears. And even though
I was painfully back and in Oregon again, the only difference was I was
breathing again.
The ambulance
came and whisked me away to the nearest
hospital. My wife met me there and she could
see that I was in a lot of pain, but she was
somewhat shocked when she saw me climb out
of the ambulance instead of being carried on
a gurney. The EMT’s took me into the
emergency room where the attending physician
ordered x-rays of my chest. When he got the
x-rays back he was very surprised that there
were no broken ribs. No internal injuries.
No visible external injuries. The doctor
determined I had only bruised some ribs.
Surprisingly I was only laid up for a couple
of weeks before returning to my job.
The garbage
company fired me within a month of my
return. They told me I would never learn how
to operate their equipment efficiently, even
though I had operated many different types
of equipment for many years. I had to assume
they were upset that they had to pay for an
on the job injury.
Everything
works out in God’s plan, and just after that
accident my wife decided she needed to get
back to Church; she had stopped attending
church a few years before we met and was
miserable during that time. Soon after that
incident we began attending church together
with our little girl.
Just a few
years later I began to diligently read and
study God’s word. Now here I am fifteen
years later writing Christian apologetic
commentaries. Those commentaries are read by
literally thousands worldwide on a weekly
basis. Could that be the reason God kept me
alive through that ordeal? Is there any
other reason I should be alive today other
than to do God’s will and to be a light to
the lost? Was my life saved that day
supernaturally? Why didn’t all that garbage
tumble out and bury yours truly?
A month after
the accident I was in my doctor’s office for
a follow up visit and I related this strange
story to him. My doctor was not a believer
at the time of hearing my story, and even if
he was I might still have received the same
response. His response was that I was
probably in shock.
I’ll let you
decide. God has placed us all here for a
reason. He has a plan for every human being
on this planet. Whether or not we ever
follow His plan for our life is a decision
we must all make. Was I given a special
little boost on that fateful day? I must let
the Bible be my guide, thus the truth of
most near death experiences, in my view,
will always be somewhat elusive. But God’s
plan for our lives becomes clearer as we
continue our walk with Him.
God bless you
all,
Ron Graham
twotug@embarqmail.com
All
scripture is from the KJV