The following story is purely fictional, but it is based on truth. Consider what happened to Stanley Smith.
My name is Stanley Smith. I want you to know that Hell is real and so is Heaven. I have been to both places. Now, where is that found in the Bible you may ask. Well, my answer is that it is found in several places either directly or indirectly. If you really care to know, you can search it out. I am not the source of easy answers nor am I going to argue with your unbelief. I am simply a witness. You will either believe what I am about to tell you or you will not, but that will not alter what I experienced and was commissioned to tell.
I am 45 years of age; a faithful husband and a loving father to our two sons. I am a good son to my parents and I am a good friend to a couple of guys. My parents raised me in a Christian home and when the kids came along my wife and I decided we needed to get involved in church. I saw myself as a good person.
I was driving home from my office on the night of September 15, 2016; I had worked extra long hours that day because of changes that took place in the company I work for. It had been bought out by a larger firm and transition was underway necessitating that management spend extra time making sure that it went smoothly.
Our place is out in the country near a town of about 10,000 people, we have a hobby farm of 5 acres. I had a pole barn built to house the horses. My wife and I each have a horse and our two sons share one. We love taking in the horse shows at the county fair and have participated in many of the local equestrian activities.
We sit at the tail end of a state park system, nestled in a grove of trees; it provides a measure of privacy, but also enjoyment as we see deer, wild turkeys, and other wild life, on a regular basis. There was an outbreak of tent caterpillars last year and they sprayed our grove to stop it from spreading further into the park. We appreciated that.
My wife has a vegetable garden, from it we get fresh veggies for summer eating, and enough to do some canning for winter cooking. We keep a few chickens for eggs and occasional eating. It’s a good life.
Anyway, I was heading home that late September night when a 12 point buck darted into the road in front of my car. The last thing I remember is crashing into the deer.
The next thing that I remember is that I began to go down into utter darkness, I thought, “There must be some mistake, I am supposed to go up.” As I began to descend I smelled a horrible odor like the worst rotten eggs you every smelled in your life. I heard people screaming; I was terrified. The realization that I was on my way to Hell impacted all my senses, I yelled, “Jesus, help me.”
Suddenly, a light as bright as the sun shone upon me and yanked me out of that horrible place. I found myself standing before Jesus.
“Why was I going to Hell? I don’t understand, I believe in you.” With great sorrow in His eyes, He told me that I had not belonged to Him, He could not stop me from going there; I had made the choice. “But,” I said, “I am a good Christian, I go to church and I help people, I am not a sinner like some of the people I know that have affairs, cheat and lie.”
He replied, “It is written in My Word that all men are sinners and no one can come to the Father except through Me. I am the Way.” “I spoke to the Pharisee that the only way here is to be born again. Like the Pharisees, you trusted in your own goodness, your own works; that is not the way here.”, He said. “You chose your own way and that is what sent you to Hell.”
Tears ran down His cheeks as He told me that the only reason I was with Him now was because my mother had said she would not allow me to go to Hell and Father had heard her prayers. He told me that when I cried out to Him, I came into agreement with her prayers and He was able to rescue me from Hell. I fell at His feet and cried out for Him to save me. “I believe Lord, forgive me.”
I trembled to think how close I came to being lost forever. His love flooded by whole being, all the things of earth left me at that moment and all I could do was worship Him.
He lifted me up to stand before Him. His eyes were pools of liquid love. I knew at that moment the joy of the Lord that I had only heard about.
“I am going to give you a choice.” He said. “You can stay here, enter into the city, and meet your loved ones who have gone on before or you can go back and be a witness for Me.”
I could see my grand-parents, some aunts and uncles and others I knew who had passed on. They were waving and beckoning me to come. It was hard to choose. Heaven is indescribably beautiful and the peace and love are tangible; but I chose to come back. You may wonder why. It made perfect sense to me there, but in the months that followed I too wondered why I had made that decision.
Instantly, I found myself back in my body with searing pain shooting through my legs. My head felt like it weighed a ton. I was aware that there were people all around my vehicle because I could hear them talking. They thought I was dead. I tried to tell them that I was very much alive, but my mouth didn’t work. I don’t remember what happened next.
I was told that I was in the hospital for two months before I woke up. My injuries were so severe that there were moments when my family despaired for my life. I so wanted to tell them I would be okay and that I had seen Jesus, but it would be a year before I was able to do so, it was just too sacred to me.
I am fully recovered today. In His mercy, God healed several parts of my body, but much the same way that Jacob was left with a limp after wrestling with the angel of the Lord as it is recorded in the Bible, I was left a paraplegic. I thank God every day for my life, for my family, and for all the blessings I have been given. I do not in any way feel angry about my lot in life. I know that in Heaven I will walk again.
God has opened up doors for me to share my testimony and I have seen many come to Him as a result. If you are one who thinks that your own goodness or your knowledge of God, Jesus, or Heaven will get you there, please accept my experience; repent of your sin and receive what Jesus did for you in His death and resurrection. You will be eternally grateful that you did.
I received this story early one morning. It was written and put into a folder in my Word account. God is trying to reach out to many people with the message from Heaven. I trust you will consider His message, turn from sin and embrace the cross of Christ if you have not already done so. Dying to self is not easy, but the result is out of this world. Heaven awaits the sons of God.
You are loved by Jesus and me. (Joy)
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