Pastor's Vision of Heaven and Hell After Sudden Illness

There was an occasion when I was teaching in my church about the dangers of hidden sin. In our church, we held services on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I was supposed to finish the teaching on Thursday. However, I had not yet completed the lesson on hidden sin. That night, between Wednesday and Thursday, I was in good health. My wife prepared dinner, and we ate together before going to bed. At 3:00 in the morning, I got out of bed to go to the bathroom.

As soon as I stood up, I suddenly felt dizzy. At the same time, I developed an unbearable headache. I nearly fell to the ground because I was losing my balance. I had to hold onto the wall to keep myself from falling. I could only move by supporting myself against it. I was so dizzy that I could not make it to the bathroom, so I urinated outside the door rather than inside the house. Since the dizziness continued, I made my way back to the bedroom, still holding onto the wall for support.

The dizziness was severe, and my headache kept getting worse. When I entered the bedroom, I wanted to pray, but I fell to the floor. I got up and tried to pray a second time, but I fell again. The following morning, after everyone had left the house, I came out of the bedroom. I called my wife and explained how I was feeling. I watched her walk back and forth, unsure of what to do. I told her that I had a terrible headache and was experiencing severe dizziness.

I expected her to do something to help me, but she began washing the dishes instead. She did not know what to do. I lay there suffering while my son played nearby. The pain continued to intensify. A few hours later, I could no longer speak. At that moment, my son called my wife and said, "Dad is very sick. You need to come." My wife immediately stopped what she was doing and rushed back to me. She sat beside me and asked, "Is this the illness you told me about this morning? It must be meningitis."

She suggested a natural remedy, but I was not convinced it would help. She then sent my daughter, Sarah, to fetch some water. Sarah brought it, and my wife sprinkled the water on my head in an attempt to relieve the headache. However, it did not work. My wife then told Sarah, "Bring me a piece of cloth so we can cover his head and pray for him." Once my wife had covered my head with a cloth, she began praying with my daughter.

They prayed with deep devotion and intensity. They continued praying and praying until their voices began to sound as though they were far away from me, even though they were not more than 2 meters away. As they continued, their voices seemed to grow more distant, as if I were moving farther and farther away from them. I could hear them less and less until eventually, I could no longer hear them at all. I had lost consciousness and entered a coma.