The Face of God (Sequel to The Fight)

The Face of God; this is the sequel to The Fight. A story of fiction written to show the frailty of life. Life, as you know it, can change in the blink of an eye.

After our first fight, Beth had stormed out of the house. I was beside myself. I pleaded with God for Beth’s safe return. Later, the police called to tell me that Beth had been in an accident. Panic stricken, I rushed to the hospital. In my haste, I was in an accident after running a red light. What happened next is beyond my imagination to this day.

The Experience:

“Take my hand Charlie; everything is going to be okay now.”

As I looked at the scene below, both of us were lying there, dead. It was the fight.

“Beth, if we hadn’t fought, this wouldn’t be happening.”

“Don’t worry, Charlie,” she said, as she squeezed my hand. “We have eternity to talk about it.”

“Beth, this is beyond my imagination. In one moment, we’re fighting and the next, we’re here.”

Beth put her arms around me and we embraced as if we had never embraced before. We have always believed in heaven and a merciful God who loves us, but nothing came close to preparing us for the beauty surrounding us.

“Charlie, do you remember how the Bible describes heaven?”

“I do, Beth. It’s in the last two chapters of Revelation. Rev. Blaine was sharing from those scriptures in the last sermon we heard on earth.”

Beth looked into my eyes and drew me closer. “It was like someone describing our new home without us realizing that we were moving.”

Beth lost her smile and grew sad for a moment. “Charlie, I need to tell you something.”

As I listened to Beth, I began to hear other voices, familiar voices. “Beth, what is it?”

“Charlie, I will always love you and I will be waiting for you, but, for now my darling, it’s time for you to go.”

“Beth, I don’t understand.” Beth’s voice was fading and the other voices were becoming louder. I felt like I was falling through space and time.

A loud voice kept calling my name, “Mr. Martin, open your eyes; look at me.”

I was lying on a table. Someone was leaning over me. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“Welcome back, Mr. Martin. I’m Dr. Jefferson, the emergency room physician, here at White County hospital.

“I’m alive, Doc, I didn’t die?”

“We lost you for a while, but you’re going to be okay now.”

My thoughts were rushing. I’m not dead. I turned my head to the left. I remembered seeing a curtain between two gurneys. They both had bodies on them, Beth and me. If I’m alive, then Beth is behind that curtain, dead.

“Beth!”

“It’s okay, Mr. Martin. Your wife is right here.”

Tears started streaming. She’s alive? I don’t understand. We both died. We were in heaven. All these thoughts kept rushing through my mind as someone took my hand.

“Charlie, it’s me.”

“Beth, I thought you were dead. We were….”

Beth interrupted, “Shhh Charlie, I’m here. It’s okay. You gave us quite a scare.”

“But, don’t you remember? We were in heaven. We both died.”

“Charlie, you’ve been through a lot. You need some rest. Someday, we’ll be in heaven, but for now, we have our whole life ahead of us. We can talk about what you saw later.”

As Charlie closed his eyes, I sat beside him, holding his hand and praying. I wondered what he had experienced during the time he was away.

Three Weeks Later:

When I recovered from the accident, I learned that Beth had returned home soon after I left for the hospital. I learned that the phone call I received from the police never took place.

My doctor explained to me that the overwhelming stress I was under, at the time, triggered a series of events that, in reality, never happened.

My accident was real. The part about Beth and I in heaven, well, that was as real as we can accept in this life on earth. As far as I am concerned, I was with Beth in heaven, for a moment.

I know, beyond any doubt, that our faith in God is not in vain; that His word is true and everlasting. Beth and I are closer because of my experience. I saw the Face of God.

“For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face…And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” (1 Corinthians 13:12, 13 NKJV).

Copyright © 2011 LeRoy Dean All Rights Reserved

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