Woman Shown Church Running on Ashes During Coma

I screamed and felt all that chemical smoke pouring into my lungs. My husband tried to hold onto my hand, but he lost me in the darkness. I spent 2 months in a coma. The doctors had practically given up on me, and it was there in that silence that I saw myself descending. Jesus showed me something about the church that I wish I had never seen.

Glory to God. I'm so glad you're here today. Make yourself comfortable. Grab a cup of coffee because this story is going to affect you in ways you might not expect. The testimony you just heard is real. It was taken from one of the world's largest research websites dedicated to near-death experiences, and we'll leave the link in the description so you can check it out for yourself. Out of respect for the family and for privacy reasons, the woman's name has been changed. We'll call our protagonist Sandra.

And let me tell you, I've read a lot of things in my life. I've been beside people who were dying. I've held the hands of patients who had no one else. But when I read what Sandra went through, I had to stop. Because this isn't just the story of someone who almost died. It's a message. A message that Jesus sent her back with. And honestly, it's one that many people inside the church don't want to hear.

I survived an arson attack and spent 2 months in a coma. On the other side, Jesus showed her what the church had become. And when she returned and tried to tell people about it, do you know what happened? Nobody wanted to listen. But today, someone is going to listen.

And in the afternoons, when he was at work, waves of anguish would suddenly overwhelm him. He would feel restless, terrified, and deeply troubled for no apparent reason. He had never experienced anything like it in his life. It was as though something were trying to crush his hope from every direction. But he kept going to the hospital. He kept reading the Bible. He kept praying beside my bed, even when everything around him seemed to say there was no point anymore.

Then, one Sunday morning, as he was getting ready to go to church, something happened. He felt it in his body, like a punch to the stomach, a certainty that came from deep within him, without warning or explanation. He bent over, clutching his stomach, and the words came out of his mouth before he had time to think. "Lord, please don't take my girl away." He had never called me that before, and he never called me that again. And what he felt was real, because at that very moment, I was no longer there.