“I Want You to Never Forget That Jesus Exists!”


(As told to me by a man in his eighties that I have great admiration for, and who has led an exemplary life)

It was 1959. My family was on vacation and was returning home. On the drive I started to have thoughts about my Dad and could not concentrate on anything else. When we arrived home within a few minutes the phone rang and it was my mother telling us that my Dad had suffered a heart attack and was in the hospital. The Doctor’s had advised her to tell me to come right away.

We packed and left in about an hour for the 450 mile drive. We drove all night arriving in the morning. I went straight to the hospital and was shown to my Dad’s room. He was sitting up with blood pressure cuffs on both legs and arms which was to reduce the stress on the heart.

He greeted me warmly and we talked for several minutes, when he said, “I have something to tell you. I almost died last night, but I knew you were on your way here. I could hear your little girls in the back seat of your car and heard you talking. I want you to never forget that Jesus exists. He came to me last night and kept me alive until you could be with me.” A few minutes later he expired. This had a profound effect on me, and there was no other way he could have known I was coming!

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