I died. But apparently, it was only a “temporary death experience.” I’m hesitant to use the word “near-death experience” because I was good and dead. No vitals for more than 10 minutes. Seriously, completely gone. Kapoot. Out-of-town with no forwarding address.

Good times. (Actually, it really was a great time!)

I’ve shared the wonderful story with a handful of friends, but now I’ve been invited to share this story with a group in Williamsburg, Virginia. I’m in the midst of moving out of the area, and I don’t know when I’ll be back. If you’re interested in this sort of thing, you might want to attend.

The talk is Saturday, February 23rd at 11:00, at the Williamsburg Mennonite Church, 7800 Croaker Rd (near the library). Seating is limited, so come early!

In the meantime, I’m scurrying to complete a book that offers details on this heavenly preview.

And in case you’re a faithful reader of this blog, this explains (in large part) the many, draconian life-style changes. Once you get a view of what’s coming, nothing on earth seems quite the same.

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More sunflowers

I didn't see this in heaven, but I do hope that when I get through that door, and see what awaits, that it's going to look a lot like a sunflower field in Alabama.


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