Chapter Eight – Resurrected and Translated a 100 Miles (cont)
Russ:
After several years Billy’s health deteriorated, and I recieved word he had been taken by ambulance to the Research Medical hospital in Kansas City. The general consensus of the doctors was that Billy was facing end-of-life and wouldn’t likely be coming home soon or at all for that matter. One night after dinner, the phone rang. It was the RN on duty calling from Billy’s room to inform us at his request that things didn’t look good. Whispering in a low tone the RN gave me to understand that the doctor didn’t think that Billy would last out the night and further that Billy had asked her to call so I could pray for him. My thoughts were that now at last Billy would be ready to accept Jesus as his savior.
The RN handed Billy the phone, and I commenced to pray one of those end-of-life prayers that I had prayed so many times before as a pastor. Billy, however, would have none of it. He wasn’t ready to die, and he made it plain to me that he wanted me to pray to God that he would come home and carry on with his life. I was a little frustrated because I wanted to pray Billy into heaven, and Billy just wasn’t cooperating. In the back of my mind, I asked God what I should do. The Lord’s voice came loud and clear that I was to pray the best prayer I knew how to pray asking that Billy would be raised up to new life, completely healed and whole and come home totally restored. I prayed exactly that, but to be honest, I questioned what the outcome would really be. After a few more words of comfort, I hung up the phone and thought that was the end of that, and we would hear soon that Billy was in heaven. This was not to be the case
What happened next is one of those things that if it hadn’t happened to me, I wouldn’t believe it. In relaying this story to you, I give you permission to doubt what I’m going to tell you at the same time assuring you that without embellishment or exaggeration this was exactly what took place. About thirty minutes after hanging up the phone with Billy, there came a knock at the door. I opened the door, and to my confusion, Billy was standing on my front porch wearing nothing but a ball cap and a hospital gown and nothing else. It was freezing cold out, so I pulled him in the house and sat him down, wrapping my overcoat over his shoulders.
“Billy,” I asked, “how did you get here?” In the back of my mind, I was trying to grasp what was happening because I just hung up with Billy dying in a hospital room 98 miles away. That’s right – 98 miles away, but somehow only 30 minutes later Billy was standing at my front door in a very curious state of dress. I just couldn’t figure it out, so I continued asking questions. Billy was confused himself and seemed to be drifting off in his mind while I pressed him for an explanation as to why he was here at my house, where were his clothes and how did he travel 100 miles from the hospital to my house in only 30 minutes!
“How did you get here, Billy?” I asked.
“Well, them men brought me, dad…”
“What men are you talking about Billy?”
“Why them men that took the sheet off my head…”
Instantly my mind grasped that certainly, Billy had died and the hospital staff put him in the morgue. But who were these men that took the sheet off of him and how on earth did he get here to my house in under 30 minutes? “You mean the paramedics, right, Billy?”“I don’t know Dad. They just walked me out of the hospital and put me in their car…”
In my mind, I still can’t make sense of what Billy is saying. “You mean they took you out on a gurney and brought you in an ambulance?” I was still calculating the time even the fastest ambulance with lights and sirens could transport Billy to my house and why would they do that in the first place. Billy continued to explain: “No, they weren’t paramedics, Dad and they didn’t put me on a gurney or take me in an ambulance.” “What do you mean, Billy? What kind of car did they bring you in?” I couldn’t decipher what Billy’s recollections were, and none of it made sense, but Billy answered: “I’ve never seen a car like this one, Dad…”
The confusion deepened. “Did they say anything to you, Billy?” “No Dad, they didn’t say anything to me – they just asked each other if they thought I knew what was going on.” I was astounded. Billy hadn’t been brought to my door by any conveyance I could imagine. The two men must have been angels who took Billy out of the morgue and brought him supernaturally to my front door in a mere 30 minutes when the drive was over 100 miles! I sent someone down to his house a few doors down for some clothes, and we walked him back and got him settled in his own bed for the night. Over the next few days, Billy returned to his local doctor who pronounced that Billy had no signs of liver failure, no signs of diabetes and was in fact in perfect health. There was no explanation as to how he recovered so miraculously or how he was supernaturally transported to my front door late in the night with such an amazing report to give of angels escorting him from death to total deliverance in Jesus’ name.
After all these fantastic things, Billy turned his heart to the Lord. He couldn’t read so I gave him the bible on CD to listen to. I would come home from work, and Billy would be sitting on my porch, ready to talk about God. “You know Dad; I was up last night – talkin’…” That’s what Billy called prayer as he didn’t have any religious background to share from. He would tell me what the Lord laid on his heart, and we would pray together and rejoice in the touch of God on his life. To my knowledge years later, Billy is still alive to tell his amazing and wonderful story.
Kalo reaper says:
Wow what an awesome testimony God is great 💜💜🙏🙏