The following story is to give hope to others that God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit is within those who have accepted Jesus Christ as their savior. As stated in my signature:
"When you receive the Lord Jesus Christ as your savior, you will also receive The Holy Spirit who will teach you but you have to be willing to learn from Him. He will guide you in daily activities but you have to listen to Him. He will keep, protect and maintain your soul in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit but you have to let Him."
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Some time ago my father lying on his death bed was having a hard time passing from this world to the next. While he believed in Jesus and the Holy Word of God, his chosen work had taken him from the church doors for many years. Having said that, through this dream, I believe that my father will be waiting for me when I arrive at heaven gates.
It was then something prompted me to speak to him, the words that had been given me almost two years before. I after all this time, concerned about the timing, bent over and whispered in his ear the words that were given me, for I had not then nor have I now forgotten those words to this day. Within about a couple of minutes, my father breathed his last air of this world and continued a new part of his journey to the hereafter known as Heaven through God's Word.
I in my married younger, fathering children years, worked in the medical field. Looking back on those 25 years, my faith and outlook on life was there formed and sealed. In those days, there was no compartmentalization of the departments within a hospital, especially the small town hospital. One learned to pickup where help was needed and go do it. Simple as that.
The physicians back then in these small towns practiced a family type of medicine, still performing house calls when someone was sick that could not come to the Dr's. office or hospital ER. In fact, I can never remember a time during those years where anyone was turned away from care because of money, insurance, looks, etc.
While there were some doctors that chose to have a private (single) practice, There were other physicians that grouped together into a larger practice. This one group consisted of three doctors that lasted for over forty years. They served this county faithfully and then one day, One of the group up and passed on. Not too many months later, another physician of the same group came into bad health and had to leave the practice. For a year or two the remaining physician keep open the medical center taking on all the patients of the other physicians. However, time and death caught up with him and he too passed on.
My father had been recruited by this group to work and run the hospital during those early days. He became quite close to all the physicians at the hospital but had a special connection with the doctors in the group above.
I worked at that hospital through my younger years pulling weeds out of the flower beds and eventually when I became licensed (in my chosen field of study), continued to work there for several more years. As any older person will tell you, in the olden days, if someone needed help; you pitched in. Thus I worked in several areas throughout the hospitial wherever it was needed. Because of this, I saw the ugly face of death in many many various ways. From people who did not get the chance to call out Jesus' name to those that were old and were on a path of shortened days to their own demise. I remember those that were scare, so I suspect they are in heaven at this time. There were others that were defiant all the way up to the end. These I feel sorry for because there was no words that could sway them from their chosen destiny. Then there were those that were smiling all the way up to the last breath. They knew what awaited them and loved Jesus Christ and in some cases they were anxious to get there.
The following dream came to me roughly one month after the administrative doctor (who, we will call Dr. Robert) of the above group died. This dream having happened around 15 years ago is still in my brain and I still remember..EVERYTHING!..
It was one of those early morning rituals (4 am), where I checked in with the night shift nursing staff, gathered the days work and pickup a couple of cups of coffee. (the coffee was central to all areas). Before I had reached the door of my designated work area, there in the hallway, floating in the air above the floor, the three doctors of the medial group spoken of earlier appeared. The (deceased) administrative physician (Dr. Robert) was on the left, with the other (deceased) physician was in the middle, while the third physician 'although still alive at the time of this dream',was on the far right with his face was in a cloud or veil . This veil, separated him from the other two and I quietly assumed at time: it separated 'the living from the dead.'
Dr. Robert was the only one spoke to me with the middle (deceased) physician smiling almost like a Chesire cat. I could not see what the third doctor's facial expressions were because of the veil. Dr. Robert told me to tell my Father that :"everything is wonderful over here and not to worry"....Those were the only words spoken as I was either too dumbfound to ask a question or could not ask a question by design. Immediatel, after Dr. Robert spoke these words, he gave me a gold watch from his arm without any explanation. Having taken the golden watch from him, they as a group disappeared as suddenly as they appeared.
I awoke in a sweat, remembering everything, trembling and not understanding just what had happened. After a while, I lay back down and tried to go back to sleep almost afraid of what I might find but was never able to reach it. The first thing I did when it was an appropriate time, I called my father's house to inquire about him. Was he still alive???? and then I told my wife about the dream. NO...I do not keep anything from her. We are in God's eyes one-person.
Yes, my Father was still alive to my surprise. He had retire about about 6 months after Dr. Robert had died and was living the life of leisure at his home mowing the lawn, feeding the birds and keeping his livestock in the fences.
It had almost been two years after Dr. Robert had passed away and my father's health was getting worse. All this time, everyday, I asked myself " when should I tell him this message? Would he believe me? Would he laugh? What about the golden watch? My father nor I had ever received a golden watch from any of the doctor's or the hospital? It was a puzzle I could not solve. During these times, there were several times I had made up my mind to tell him the message regardless of the outcome but something inside me keep misdirecting me away from this course of action. However, other than the dream, no one spiritually spoke to me at any time.
During the time I was 5-10 years old I had accepted Jesus and sang for the church on Sundays at my grandparents. I still remember most of the words to "the Old Rugged Cross". I would at this time go there for a couple of weeks every summer break from school. Because they were in a separate city, I was never (water) baptized. Although we went to Church as a family in those early years, I left the Church (Baptist) at the age of 15 never to return to this day.. This was caused by what I saw as a 'scamming older people' out of their land and other property by HIGH members of the church. (I look back on it from time to time and have not changed my mind to this day.) This I deemed as Hypocrisy and did not want to be part of it. Shortly after that my parents also saw it and they too left the church never to return. I will not say that I lost faith, I did not. At times throughout those years and years hence, I simply talk(ed) to Jesus when I needed to figure out something and ask for his help. Yes, looking back during my wild teenage years, I had an angel 'riding in my pocket', as there were several times where deadly harm was but a blink away. Somehow, I survived to become the father of two lovely children and married to a wonderful woman. That decision, I have never regretted even across forty-eight years. I am pretty sure, she still feels the same way,,,I hope....ha ha.
Shortly after the two year period of Dr. Robert's passing, I found myself faced with death once again only this time it was very personal, my Father.I found myself remembering the times I had asked the big question: "when to tell my father what Dr. Robert had told me all those years ago" and now he was dying and I might not get the chance to tell him. Thus, I would fail the task assigned to me.
Sometimes death sneaks up on us and takes us without much time to to say good-bye if any at all. At other times, death takes its time and slowly in degrees degrades the mind and body of the person to the point that they themselves know nothing of what is going on. This was the scene at my father's house. He had slowly shifted into a semi-comatose condition over a period of a few hours. Every one knew it was the end but did not know the exact time the end would come. So we waited. Finally at one point, my father's wife( in a loud tone) begging Jesus to take her husband and not let him suffer. Something within me said NOW! A voice---no---an urging or pushing---YES. I listened to a higher power within me that day. Seldom in my life up to that point had I realized that I was doing something because someone or something (God, Jesus, Holy Spirit,intuition, ESP, etc.) was pushing me to do. I asked his wife (a good and very loved woman to this day) if I might speak to him and she agreed. No, I did not want them to leave the room as I was not embarrassed with what I had to say. I leaned down and told my Dad that I loved him and had a message from Dr. Robert. I then told him the message and bid him goodbye. Almost before I had raised up from his bed, his breathing changed and slowed down to nothing in short order. He was Gone!
That day, changed my psyche from within and in places I could not understand. HOW DID I KNOW WHEN TO TELL HIM was what I cried and eventually the answer came to me. GOD!!!! The other question that nuawed at me from day one yet it had not been resolved. WHY DID HE GIVE ME THAT GOLDEN WATCH? Nothing within my being or otherwise could tell me the answer to that question.
During the funeral, a childhood friend, Dr. Robert's son with his wife and chief nurse (he had taken over the Medical Practice at his father's clinic) came up to me expressing their condolences. I, for some unknown reason ask them if they had a few minutes in which I might speak with them in private. I told this story to them and they listened in quietness. After I got through, I could see there were doubts of my sanity from the nurse and the son's wife. It was then that the son spoke up and stated that Dr. Robert had given to his son at sometime before his death, Yes, a Golden Watch. I will assume that it was my job to tell the son of Dr. Robert, my friend, my story and the golden watch was a way to verify that his father had actually spoken to me all those years ago and was now in heaven awaiting him. For whatever reason, after I told them the story, a calm, a peace, a quietness come over me that lasts to this day. I had completed a task I will assume was from God himself without ever hearing a word spoken.
To this day, I still remember the dream as it is 'now' being written by me online at this website. The truth will always remain the truth. For what everybody must think about me and my story, I do not know. I do know that everybody is called to do something. One of my grandfathers was a Baptist Preacher and he told us many times that God had told him what he would be doing. I have no doubt of that at all. As for me, I study and seek the truths of the Bible from the standpoint of getting the word out there that it is the whole unadulterated "Word of God". All of it, not just part of it. Thus my signature, which I credit to the Holy Spirit that is within me. I recommend that you read it and listen at all times with your whole body not just your ears.
May God bless each and every one of you today and forever. Amen
