Have you ever had a Spiritual experience so exceptional that you hesitated to share it with others who might not believe it?
In the mid-1970s, I worked for a Knoxville company, selling to grocery stores, campgrounds, etc. My route often took me to Chattanooga, where one of my customers lived and was a Christian.
We would often share our views and testimonies. One day, after he had shared a beautiful Spiritual experience, without thinking, I said, "Wow, is that for real?"
He instantly turned away and tartly said, "I don't share this with everyone because I know they won't believe it, but I thought you would!"
But we were fine; I apologized and explained that it was only a reaction, and I didn't doubt his word. (And I do understand, now).
The following article is about a vision I have previously only shared with a few who I thought would believe.
In 1996 during an incredibly stressful situation, my personal and home life were crashing, and there seemed to be nothing I could do.
I was depressed, and Satan repeatedly taunted me with self-harm suggestions. I knew he was a liar, but he always attacks our weakest points.
Even those closest to me were unaware that I had encountered one of the lowest points in my life.
Our problems and troubles always seem worse at night, don't they?
One night in the wee hours, awake and leaning against my pillow, suffering from what I now know was another brutal satanic attack, I had a vision that changed my life forever.
Suddenly, I was sitting in the driver's seat of a large truck; it had been in an accident, and everything around me was in small, broken pieces.
The windshield was gone, and broken glass and large shreds of sharp metal dangled from the ceiling and were scattered all around.
Observing my injured body, I said, I must have been in a fatal accident!
Just then, a kind-looking, well-dressed man calmly opened the smashed passenger door and stepped up to the truck.
Reaching through the debris, he caught my hand, and I miraculously passed through the twisted metal, glass, and shredded material and out the passenger door to the ground.
As I stepped out, I realized how well I felt: no aches or pains and no depression. I was amazingly well!
We started walking, and after about 50 yards, I saw what can only be described as a place or an opening. What I saw/experienced inside cannot accurately be expressed.
It was filled with unspeakable beauty: colors I had never seen that seemed to speak, along with music that radiated beauty, peace, and healing.
Even more were the penetrating sense of joy, total acceptance, and well-being.
The emotional and Spiritual healing powers were beyond what I thought possible.
I stood glued to the ground, repeatedly bathed with wave after wave of blissful sensations of healing, love, and total acceptance, powerless to move.
It could only have been a glimpse of Heaven. The power was so penetrating and extreme that I could not have remained standing if it had occurred outside the vision.
I do not know how long we were there, but perhaps only a few minutes when my friend indicated it was time to leave. We quietly walked back to the front of the wrecked truck.
Then, as quickly as the vision started, it ended, and I was again sitting up in bed, awake.
But the sensations remained. I trembled and my heart pounded as the beauty and euphoria from the vision replayed in my mind.
I knew this was from God; it could not have been anything else.
It was so powerful that I would have knowingly gone through an actual truck wreck and even death to have this experience again.
Wondering aloud, I asked, "Does this mean that I am going to lose my life in a terrible accident?"
Then, a powerful and comforting Spiritual voice immediately responded, "No, I just wanted you to know that I love you and for you to experience the healing power of my love."
The problems in my life did not change, but I did. I was instantly and permanently healed, and my days were again enjoyable.
Although it was winter and in the northern U.S., I walked through the snow conducting business, humming or whistling. Nothing could cause me the slightest bit of worry.
The things I was so anxious about happened anyway, but I was okay because God had brought total healing.
God healed and removed me from the most miserable time in my life with a vision that brought healing, joy, hope, and a newfound confidence in Him.
I was laughing and talking with my co-workers again. I didn't discuss my experience with them because some were not Christians, and might not understand.
It was so precious and powerful that I didn't want to take the chance of someone not believing.
This token of God's love did more for me than a truckload of pills, and has remained one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.
Years later, I still remember the details, but can only now understand how much it changed my life.
This vision, and a couple of others, are primarily responsible for my establishing the Trusting in Jesus Ministry and website.
I would never again doubt God's reality or wonder about His healing power, and it has given me faith for the countless times I have prayed with others.
When troubles and depression try to return, all I need to do is recall that vision and the healing powers of God take over.
I have found that no matter how discouraging things become or trying the circumstances, nothing is impossible with God.
The healing power of God's love is enough to overcome them all.