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Topic: Betty's testimony of her death and her visit to heaven: true or false?
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Pleasemaranatha
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Dear Born Again,
I hope you post the next testimony of Dr. Eby soon.
Maybe many will be blessed and encouraged.
Thanks and God Bless you and yours.
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My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning. Psalms 130 verse 6
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I can't judge it. I do see she only has a very elementary understanding of her body and she uses extreme adjectives to describe her ruptured appendix, and pneumonia and colostomy in very childish terms.
That doesn't mean she didn't really die and have a miracle.
I do believe people have near death experiences, and that people have come back from death. And I do believe in the power of Jesus' name.
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Nothing surprises about the power of God! ![[hyper]](graemlins/hyper.gif)
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So eventhough Betty was on TBN, which some of you do not speak very highly of, was Betty telling the truth?
If she made this up, she's a great storyteller.
He sent His Word and healed her.
Praises to my God Elohim and His Son Jeshua-Jesus.
The miracles of Jesus either really happened or they are nonsense. Jesus performed many miracles; when anyone reads the Bible, that reader does have to decided whether it is true or seems to be true or whether it is something made up, a good storytelller, yes, but miracles? ![[youpi]](graemlins/youpi.gif)
God bless, BORN AGAIN ![[Cross]](graemlins/cross.gif)
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It's been awhile since I have posted the three testimonies that I transcribed many years ago from a TBN tape. Here is Betty's testimony.
Transcript of Betty's Taped Testimony,
About Her Death and Visit to Heaven,
as told to Roger on Trinity Broadcasting Network, USA, in 1983
The start of Betty’s testimony:
“Roger, I have never been to the Holy Land, but I got a glimpse of the New Jerusalem {see Revelation Chapter 21, Verse 2}, and I'm here on TBN getting up a group to go. Oh, after the glimpse of that place, I never want anything to detour me from it, and I've determined that whatever it will cost me, I know that He's coming back for me, and I think it won't be long. (She said this in 1983, so her “I think it won’t be long” have turned into 18 years.)
I had always heard about heaven, and as you mentioned, you knew my dad. On one Sunday he preached a sermon on heaven, and on the way home in his car I said, "Dad, I don't think I would like to go to heaven", and he almost wrecked the car. He had a heathen in the backseat of his car.
I had a concept back then that heaven was a place with lots of spooky spirits floating around, and that it would be an eerie experience. Besides, people talked about the city of heaven, and I am a country kid, I didn't like the city. I always lived outdoors and liked horses.
And I had a concept that heaven didn't sound like a good time. You know, some of those revivals in Indiana and Texas could last 6 to 9 weeks, you know, and every night, and I thought, well, if heaven is just like that, wall-to-wall church, then, well, I think that 2 hours on Sunday is enough. And that was my concept, and I didn't realize what heaven was really like, until I had this death experience.
Now I did love Jesus, I was no heathen. Already at the age of 13 I knelt and had very seriously asked Jesus to come into my heart, and it was a wonderful, meaningful, genuine experience, and I know that my sins were washed away back then, and at that age 13, I wasn't afraid to die.
But you know, like all of us, I started a family, established a business, became success-oriented, and I’m reaching for goals. Another thing that happens to us as Christians, is we get into this "good" rut, we're doing the “nice” things, and in that routine, we smile like we think people expect us to smile, we act like we think people expect us to act, and that is the worst rut to get into, that "good" rut. People are dead in that rut. And I had gotten to that place, you know...
Now I've never been sick. So I didn't really have a great need for the Comforter at that time {the Comforter is the Holy Spirit; see John 14:26}, or of the Healer, of the Great Physician, but when I was on a vacation in Florida, a pain came in my side.
I'd never even had a headache before this, but at 11:00 p.m. on that first night of our vacation, I began to vomit blood, and then I began to have pains that would not go away, in my side.
They rushed me to the little beach hospital in Tarpin Springs, Florida, and there Dr. James B. Thompson met us, took tests, and gave me an injection for pain, and said, "I can't operate here, but your appendix is going to burst. I have 24 beds and 26 patients, and two are women who are in labor to have babies, and I'm the only doctor here, so I can't take your appendix out".
So they put me in an ambulance and sent me to Morton Plant Hospital in Clearwater, Florida. There they shaved my side and prepped me, and Dr. Black examined me and said, "Oh, I'm glad you came, this young intern up there made a very poor diagnosis, you're not even really swollen! He could have done surgery and ruined your whole vacation unnecessarily!" Well, that’s what I wanted to hear, you know. He gave me something for infection, because I did have a gangrenous content in my blood test.
Early the next morning I awoke with pain, started to swell, and had a fever of 104°F. And after 11 days, I had surgery for a bowel blockage with complications, with RHB-negative blood and pneumonia, and they couldn't get enough plasma.
So after 11 days, they called in another specialist, and he said that I had a tubular pregnancy, a dead fetus, and I was going to die. By now I was swollen up to here.
My father and my mother and my husband decided that since the doctors were not in agreement about the diagnosis, to fly me home to our own hospital, where it was determined that the first “intern” had been right, and they operated immediately, and learned that I had a ruptured appendix. I had a mass of gangrene the size of a man's head, and it had coated all my organs and these organs had all started to disintegrate.
I didn't die at first as they thought that I would, but lapsed into a coma which lasted 44 days. In that coma, I understood everything that was happening in the room during the length of the coma. I appreciated their prayers.
The negative thoughts and remarks that were made were hard for me to take. I recall it all, and I love to tell people that when people, and especially Christian people, are unconscious in a comatose period, it is a great opportunity to take that person by the hand and read the Word and pray for them in their place. For I understood everything that was going on in that room, but I couldn’t respond.
I myself did a heap of praying in those 44 days, and I prayed the whole time that I was unconscious, in my mind and in my heart. So if someone prays for any person, I believe that even the unsaved can be brought to Jesus at the very last moment s/he dies, since many people never regain consciousness but go on and die, and at the last moment they could find Jesus if someone would just take them by the hand and read the Word to them and pray in their place.
I had this one visitor who came to see me, and I never liked him much, he had a real corny radio broadcast in our city, and he now came to see me. I heard his voice and I thought, "Oh, if I could just get at the nurse's call button, I would get him out of here!” I never liked him when I was well, let alone when I was sick.
But I think God had me in a bind, you know, and I couldn't do much about it, and God was getting ready to operate on my pride. For when I quit worrying about who this man was, I began to listen to what he was saying. And he read Psalms 107:20 to me, "And He sent His Word and healed them".
Now I had had lots of visitors, evangelists, high-powered preachers, who vibrated my head with prayers and anointing oil, and many sisters and priests who prayed for me, and seemingly nothing happened.
But I want you to know that when this man came in and read that Word to me, the Word came alive to me... And Roger, when all the fads have passed away, the Word will be what still stands. And it was the Word that came to me and brought faith to me when all else failed. And when that man left the room, I had such a love for him in my heart.
Never again will I judge a person by their outward appearance. Nor will I penalize a person for an education or for the lack of an education, for God used that most homely instrument to play me some sweet music to my dying soul. Oh, how I loved that man, when he left that room!
I had such a love in my heart, and you know, prejudice was being healed in my heart. Before I had always desired things, but now facing death I realized that the only thing that I could take with me was people, for nothing else can be transferred from this life to eternity, only people.
And I had never liked people before. But, oh the love that I now had for the nurses who were helping me, for the doctors, and for the people who prayed for me in the room and for that man whom I had never liked, because, when he left that room, faith began to well up inside of me, that I might be healed, although it seemed impossible.
Then pneumonia set in, and my lungs began to fill with water, and my veins collapsed, and there was no more hope. That is when death came.
And of course, they removed all the equipment, and they pronounced me dead. So I laid there for 28 minutes with my face covered up with a sheet. They called my husband, and called my parents, who started on their trip to the hospital. But I was taking another trip.
I suddenly felt as if I was rising in that roller coaster at Astro World, USA, and at its peak I came upon a high hill, where I began to walk on green grass of little twisted strands of green velvet, and life started coming into my feet. I walked through a meadow waving with flowers in bloom, it was all outdoors, it was not a city where I was, and the air was like “Forever Spring”. I was at a great height, but I had no more phobia of heights.
Now I could just wish to travel anywhere, and would go very suddenly, as in our memories we can go back to wherever we've been in the past, just as fast.
Suddenly, just by wishing it, we now traveled, and very quickly too, and then we would come back to this meadow and we began to walk up a hill. I say "we" because when I was saved at age 13, I had felt that there was a being with me, but later in life it became unknown to me that this being was there.
You know, I never needed him, and I'd always been independent and self-assured, but apparently he had always been with me. I believe that when a person finds Jesus and is born again, such a person gets a guardian angel to coach, to protect, and to help that person. And this angel had now gone with me through death, changing locations from there to here, and now I and this angel were suddenly here, together.
And I had always thought that angels were effeminate sissies! You know, this dude alongside me must have been 7 feet tall. He had a fine masculine face, with capable hands, and he touched a wall that severed and became gates to me, and I walked into the presence of a light such as I had never seen before--and I feel it again right now--and I walked into the presence of people worshipping.
The entire theme of this place, of this city, heaven, was the “name of Jesus”. There were no labels here, no denominations; the passport visa required here was Jesus, and all these were worshipping and singing to Him.
I do not believe that our language will be changed into a heavenly language, because as I stood there in His presence, I understood all the languages of the world, and I have never studied a foreign language, you know.
And it now what was said in 1 John 3:2 dawned on me, saying, "When we see Him, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is".
Just as God confused the languages by the tower of Babel {see Genesis 11:6-9}, I now believe that we will be all-knowing just as He is and we will be able to converse with all the people from all the nations in their very own languages, because we will know how to converse with them in their languages. {Add Galileans}
I suddenly began to sing and to worship too, and I understood these people. They knew me and I knew them. I saw people who had died before, and I heard Jack Holcum sing, "I Have Been Born Again", and also "The Old Account Was Settled Long Ago", and you know, that was strange, but I didn't even know that Jack Holcum had already died by this time.
I thought that I would never leave that place, but the amazing thing happened to me, that I looked ahead to see where that bright light, that warmth, was coming from which now went through me and healed me, because I had been in surgery 3 times, I had been laying in a coma for 44 days, and suddenly I was standing tall and erect, no more pain and I was not sick, I was well after that light went through me.
And when I looked, I couldn't look into the face of Jesus at the right hand of the Father, but the light from that golden throne room was shining through me.
And as I then turned around, I saw direct shafts of light ascending from the earth and joining that great light in the throne room, the source of all light and energy and power and creativity, and as I looked down to see the meaning of it, I saw that these direct shafts of light were the prayers ascending to heaven from the earth to the throne room where prayers were answered. In other words, I saw the other end of prayers, in heaven.
Then, on one of these direct shafts of light I saw my father’s voice. He arrived at the hospital first, and he was standing at the side of my bed, where my body was covered with a sheet, and he merely said, “Jesus", to comfort himself, but he later said that in it was also a wish that she had not died. Now that was not a profound prayer, but he did breathe the name of “Jesus”, and with it he had wished that I had not died. My mind was changed about prayer; prayer changes minds.
I turned and started to follow that shaft of light as it was being answered from the throne room, and my desire was to follow that shaft of light, and I started back down that hill.
And in the room I saw that my family was weeping, and then all of a sudden I saw coming through the center panel of the window a light into my room and it was shining directly on my body, and was warming me, and as I looked up at the morning sun, it was a ray of the sunrise.
And, I saw ivory letters pulsating throughout the middle of the sunbeam, and it started to warm my body, and I felt like I had gotten into an elevator which hits bottom floor, and just as you hit that bottom floor I was back under again and began to warm.
I had been cold before, but I was getting warm, and just as I slipped under, I quickly saw what was pulsating, the ivory letters and at that moment I remembered what the man of God had read, "He sent His Word and healed them", and then I saw that it was the Word coming into my body, and I suddenly reached up to touch It, to see if It was real, and then I read John 11:25:
25 "I am the resurrection and the life; s/he who believes on Me, though s/he were dead, yet shall s/he live". I know now what the great resurrection will feel like.
And suddenly I reached up and grabbed this Word of God, and strength came into my fingers and into my arms and into my body. I pushed the sheet off my face and I sat up in bed, and I scared a whole lot of people.
I didn't stay for 7 weeks of therapy. They thought I would always be blind, they said I would never have a baby, they were going to give me a colostomy—a surgical formation of an artificial anus} because I had had that bowel block with complications, but listen.
I had a nurse’s aide help me to the bathroom and all my plumbing worked just fine and it just surprised everybody!. {Roger: “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound...”}
I've had a beautiful baby daughter since then, she's perfect in every way, and I don't even wear contact lenses; I can see after I saw that light.
And you know, I learned also how to pray. I used to pray a lot, but now I pray little, and my prayers are shorter. I used to think that prayers were just words uttered in psychological frustration, you know, to relieve the tension and to just throw your words into the air, hoping someone would listen.
But, oh listen, He knows, He can read our thoughts, He knows what we need, as Isaiah 65:24 says,
24 “Even before you call, I will answer, and while you are yet speaking, I will hear". {Roger: But you must call...}
And this is what I admonish people to now do, even tonight, if you don’t know how to pray, just mention His Name, the greatest miracle of all. We strain and we climb and we strive and we try to bring it about, but the Name of Jesus brings about the power and forgiveness and healing, and that is what I now visualize when I pray, the direct shaft of light which sends my prayer from earth to the throne room, from where an angelic host of heaven are dispatched at His command, or at our command, as we breathe: "Jesus", “Jesus”, and our prayer starts to be answered.
END OF TRANSCRIPT
Coming next: Dr. Eby’s Testimony of His Death and Visit to Heaven
with love, BORN AGAIN
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