Is There a God?

When I was a young man, I did not believe there was a god, and I didn’t believe there was not a god. I was always the type of person that needed proof. I had always thought the things just happened, for no special reason. They just happened. I based my whole life style on that premise, and boy was I wrong. When I was 17 years old, I was the passenger in a car that was hit by a drunk driver. The whole car was disintegrated. Some how  I managed to walk out, with only a few broken bones.  They healed, and I was fine. When I was 18 years old, I was at the beach with some friends, and I got caught in a riptide that pulled me out, and under water. I was just about to give up, but something told me to hold on just a little longer. I did the best I could, and no sooner then I realized, a lifeguard came to my rescue. Again, I made a full recovery. After that, my life went from good to bad to good and then bad. This is how I thought life was supposed to be. This went on for several years, then at the age of 46 I had a heart attack. It was a mild one, I didn’t even go to the doctor. About two weeks later I had another heart attack, this time it was much worse. I was taken to the hospital and the doctor told me that I had a lot of damage to my heart. He told me that I needed an operation on my heart. I really did not want to, but he said if I do not, I won’t live another week. I had the operation, and after about a month, I started feeling like myself again. In four months,  I was as good as new. All went well for about a year, then all of a sudden, I had another heart attack. In the ambulance, I was in full cardiac arrest. When the paramedics revived me, they told me I was dead for about a minute. At the hospital, when I woke up, they told me I needed another operation. I said no way, not again. The doctor said if I don’t, I will be dead in two hours.

During the operation I had died twice on the operating table and the doctors were able to bring me back both times. During this time of death, I went on three journeys, one and two were to hell. How do I know this? I saw demons, and lots of them.They were trying to kill me, but for some reason, I did not die. This went on for what seemed a very long time, and then all of a sudden I was someplace very peaceful. It was beautiful and quiet. I didn’t know where I was, all I knew is there were no more demons trying to kill me. All of a sudden, I was laying in a hospital bed. I didn’t know where I was. I just knew I was not in that peaceful place anymore. Soon the doctor came in and told me I was in a coma for twelve days. I was in the hospital for almost a year. During this time some very strange things were happening. I had never read the bible before, now all of a sudden I could quote scriptures right out of the bible. I new that when I was sent back to this life, that Jesus had touched me and given me a gift. Three years ago the doctors told me I would not live another year due to all the damage to my heart. I am still here. I feel better now then I ever have. Three years ago my kidneys were failing, and the doctors told me I need a transplant. I never had a transplant, and now for some untold reason my kidneys have completely healed. So now, when someone asks me if I believe in God, you better believe I say yes. I have had my proof. I try to tell as many people as I can, as bad as things seem, they can always be worse. Just believe in God, and you can get through anything.