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At conception, the point of his earthly beginning inside his mother's womb, there was a light, the likes of which he had not seen until now at the point of his death.  He shared with me that he had lived 85 years on earth until his demise two months ago. As he thought upon the light, he remembered that the light was not as bright as the light at his conception.  That is to say, he believes when he really dies, there will be an identical light like the one he saw when he was being conceived.  

I was privileged to listen and record his most remarkable story of how he died, went to heaven, and returned to tell his story. His sojourn there was a total of some 60 seconds.  But if a thousand years is one day*, we are talking a heavenly timeframe of far more than 60 seconds.  A brief estimate and some calculations explain why he tells me that he was in heaven long enough to visit a number of deceased loved ones, friends, and Biblical characters. For example, he met the young boy who provided the bread and fish Jesus used to feed 5,000 people.  He had always been overwhelmed with the unselfishness displayed by the young lad and his willingness to be a tool for Christ in the performance of one of the world's greatest miracles.  The lad never sought recognition.

He told me about a grandfather from four generations back whose name his family was never able to produce.  He had suspected it to be a Bible name because his great grandfather's name was Daniel.  He was right because he met him in heaven, and his name was Jeremiah.  He was so happy as he told me about the family members he met.  There were so many people to meet and so much beauty surrounding the entire scenery.  He wanted to stay, but the angel informed him that God simply wanted to give him a taste of his future.  For now, it was not his time, because his earthly mission and purpose were not completed.
                                                                  
So now, at 85, he's anticipating that exit light which will be there in all its splendor at his demise, he is content to live until his mission is completed.

100118PoSoupContest, Fiction Write, Broken Wings                                                                                                                                        *2 Peter 3:8; Calculations are not meant to be accurate
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