My accounts of being ressurected:
At nine years old gone out shopping for a christmas tree during the holidays my uncle and I stopped at a church in the outskirts of town selling christmas trees. After inhaling second hand smoke all night back at the house I soon felt the effects
of a heart attack comming on. Upon entering the church selling christmas trees I collapsed from a heart attack.
After I died I found myself just outside the church, the feeling of losing my body became a reality as I felt flimsy without it. The black area around my eyes was getting to me so I soon wanted to get inside when I learned that I did not have to walk anymore as wherever I wanted to move what just a thought that placed me there in a blink of an eye to my location. Upon entering the church, I saw my own body laying there with people arguing and causing a commmotion. After disinterest in the commotion I went back outside where there was another commotion of non-living souls eager to catch a glimpse of the new non-living member of heaven. Shy as I was I re-entered the church and stood looking at what was happening about my body when out of nowhere God comes by in a human like shape form without color and grabs me and starts stuffing me in my dead body's eyes.
After I instantly awake and re-adjust to being in my body, the crowd starts yelling at my unlce to get me out of the church as quickly as possible. We left in a hurry and instead of taking me to the hospital I was taken home. I went immediately to my room and went to sleep.
I was never the same ever since...
Moral of the story: If Jesus was a man that could be resurrected, so can the next.
At nine years old gone out shopping for a christmas tree during the holidays my uncle and I stopped at a church in the outskirts of town selling christmas trees. After inhaling second hand smoke all night back at the house I soon felt the effects
of a heart attack comming on. Upon entering the church selling christmas trees I collapsed from a heart attack.
After I died I found myself just outside the church, the feeling of losing my body became a reality as I felt flimsy without it. The black area around my eyes was getting to me so I soon wanted to get inside when I learned that I did not have to walk anymore as wherever I wanted to move what just a thought that placed me there in a blink of an eye to my location. Upon entering the church, I saw my own body laying there with people arguing and causing a commmotion. After disinterest in the commotion I went back outside where there was another commotion of non-living souls eager to catch a glimpse of the new non-living member of heaven. Shy as I was I re-entered the church and stood looking at what was happening about my body when out of nowhere God comes by in a human like shape form without color and grabs me and starts stuffing me in my dead body's eyes.
After I instantly awake and re-adjust to being in my body, the crowd starts yelling at my unlce to get me out of the church as quickly as possible. We left in a hurry and instead of taking me to the hospital I was taken home. I went immediately to my room and went to sleep.
I was never the same ever since...
Moral of the story: If Jesus was a man that could be resurrected, so can the next.