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RE: Mary Evelyn's Koffee Klatch
3/19/2012 11:03:14 AM
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Hello Amanda
Yes, it is a powerful story!
He did leave it too late but he still got one last opportunity in a place that appears to be on the edge of hell. One thing is sure ...he was no longer on this earth.
What do you think about this? > > > This story has inspired me to pray for people who have died that "if it is possible, please Lord save them. Cause them to call on the name of the Lord and they shall be saved."
Some say not to pray for the dead but after hearing Howard Storm's story I am not so sure. There is something in the New Testament about the rich man who was in hell and was told that those in hell could not get out but I have listened to a lot of these NDE stories and Howard may not have yet been totally in the pit of hell. From his story and others, it seems there is a place before you are thrown in the pit and it is in this place where these people seem to be given one more last chance, if you will. The way I figure it, they could be on this edge of the pit for years perhaps waiting for someone to pray for them since there is no essence of time in heaven or in hell.
Another thing someone told me is that if people do not pray for someone or something to happen, God does not or can not act until someone or some people pray. I have never read it exactly like that in the Bible but that doesn't mean it is not there. I think we often miss things in the Bible and that happens even if we have read it several times.
I'd love to hear your thoughts or anyone's thoughts on this.
Helen
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Helen, This is a very inspiring and powerful testimony, he had to go through some scary experience because he almost left his confession too late. There will be others who will be far too proud in their self and humanly knowledge, because they are a professor or professional of such and such, that will not acknowledge that Almighty God is the creator, what a shame. Yet these same people have no trouble with 'brands' on Mercedes cars, appliances, cell phones etc etc - but to be Created by God - no way. This is so strange to us.
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Hello everyone
I have something on a heavier note for you all ...but it is very interesting. Be sure to read and watch the videos, too.
You will find this story very mesmerizing and worth every minute.
First I share part of the story which was written by Mark Ellis at beforeitsnews.com If you want to read all of it, go HERE OR you can watch the videos first, if you wish.
Helen
Here's the story ....it starts out with his 'guides' from hell taking him to hell after his 'death'.
Atheist Professor’s Near-Death Experience in Hell Left Him Changed
His guides began to push and pull at him. Howard fought back, but he was horribly outnumbered.
“We had a big fight and the fight turned into them annihilating me, which they did slowly and with much relish,” he says. “Mostly they were biting and tearing at me. This went on for a long time. They did other things to humiliate and violate me which I don’t talk about.”
When Howard was no longer “amusing” to them, he collapsed on the ground, ripped apart, unable to move.
He lay there motionless for a few moments, completely spent. Then he was surprised by a small voice inside his head that said, ‘Pray to God.’
He thought, ‘I don’t pray. I don’t even believe in God.’
Then he heard the voice a second time, ‘Pray to God.’
‘But I wouldn’t know how to pray even if I wanted to pray,’ he thought. Whose voice was this, he wondered? It sounded like his voice, but the words were completely foreign to his own thinking.
Then he heard the voice a third time repeat the same message. His mind drifted back to his days in Sunday school as a child. “I tried to remember things I memorized when I was very young,” he says. He struggled to think of something he could pray.
Then he managed to blurt out, “The Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want…”
When the people around him heard his attempt to pray, they became enraged. “There is no God and nobody can hear you,” they cried, along with other obscenities. “If you keep praying we will really hurt you.”
But Howard noticed something curious. The more he prayed and began to mention God, the more they backed away from him.
Emboldened, he began to shout out bits and pieces of the Lord’s Prayer, The Battle Hymn of the Republic, and God Bless America. Finally, he was screaming any fragments of God’s truth he could muster from the moldy recesses of his memory bank.
It seemed to work! Even in the darkness, he could tell they had fled, but not too far away.
As he lay there, Howard began to review his life. “I came to the conclusion I led a crummy life and I had gone down the sewer pipe of the universe. I had gone into the septic tank with other human garbage. I was being processed by the garbage people into garbage like them.”
“Whatever life was supposed to be about, I missed it,” he thought. “What I received was what I deserved and the people who attacked me were people like me. They were my kindred spirits. Now I will be stuck with them forever.” Feelings of self-loathing and hopelessness filled his mind.
His thoughts floated back again to himself as a nine year-old in Sunday School, “I remembered myself singing Jesus Loves Me, and I could feel it inside me. As a child, I thought Jesus was really cool and he was my buddy and he would take care of me.”
“But even if Jesus is real, why would he care about me? he thought. “He probably hates my guts. I’m not going to think anymore; I’m going to ask him.”
“I’ve got nothing else to lose. I’ll give Jesus a try.”
Then he yelled into the darkness, “Jesus, please save me!”
Within an instant, a brilliant light appeared that came closer and closer. He found himself bathed in a beautiful light, and for the first time he could clearly see his own body’s miserable condition, ghastly for his own eyes to behold. “I was almost all gore.”
Immediately he recognized Jesus, the King of Kings, the Rescuer, the Deliverer. “His arms reached down and touched me and everything healed up and came back together,” he recalls. “He filled me with a love I never knew existed.”
Then he picked up Howard, like one football player picking up a fallen teammate on the field, put his arms around him, and Howard cried like a baby in His arms. “He carried me out of there and we headed to where God lives.”
In his mind, Howard began to think that Jesus made a terrible mistake. “I’m garbage and I don’t belong in heaven,” he thought.
They stopped moving, and both Howard and Jesus were hanging in space, somewhere between heaven and hell. “We don’t make mistakes,” Jesus said tenderly.
“He could read everything in my mind and put His voice into my head,” Howard recalls. “We had very rapid, instantaneous conversations.”
Then Jesus told Howard He had angels who would show him his life. “It was a terrible experience because my life deteriorated after adolescence. I saw I became a selfish, unloving person. I was successful, a full tenured art professor at 27, the department head, but I was a jerk.”
In this replay, he saw his heavy drinking and adultery. “I cheated on my wife proudly. It was horrible.”
For the first time he realized the way he lived his life hurt Jesus. “I was in the arms of the most wonderful, holy, loving, kind person and we’re looking at this stuff. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
As they watched together, Howard could see the pain and disappointment on the face of Jesus. “When I did these things it was like sticking a knife into his heart.”
“Do you have any questions?” Jesus asked.
“I have a million questions,” Howard replied, and proceeded to unburden himself of anything and everything he could imagine asking an omniscient being. Jesus answered Howard’s questions kindly and patiently. <snip>
Howard tells his story on video as well....
Part 1 of 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrqqKguiihg
Part 2 of 2
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xo4m35zfhFo
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