I Went to Hell by Kenneth E. Hagin

Author:Kenneth E. Hagin
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: I Went to Hell, Evangelism, Christ, Bible, Jesus
Published: 2011-09-30T10:50:02+00:00

Death and the Glory Cloud

I was bedfast 16 months before I was healed. Four months after I was born again, the 16th day of August 1933, just four days before my 16th birthday—it was on a Wednesday—I was dying. Now, I knew all that day I was dying. I'd had too much experience with dying not to know.

They had moved me to the north bedroom. My little brother, 9 years old, was there by me, because somebody had to be with me all the time. I was very low.

The temperature got to be 106 that day.

We didn't have any air-conditioning in 1933.

If people had anything, they just had a fan to blow a little air around, but we didn't even have a fan.

The doors and windows were all open, yet my body was so cold. By 1 o'clock the temperature was already over 100—it reached its highest peak of 106 about 3 o'clock—yet my body was so cold they wrapped me in blankets. They got out all the hot water bottles, heated bricks, wrapped them, and put them around me, trying to warm me up.

At 1:30 in the afternoon on August 16, 1933, death came and fastened itself upon me. I said to my little brother, "Run and get Momma—quick! I want to tell her goodbye."

He rushed out of the room. And when he did, the whole room lit up with the glory of God. (The Bible says in the 7th chapter of Acts that when Stephen was stoned to death, he saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of the Father. If one goes back through the Old Testament and studies about the glory of God, you'll find it appeared many times as a cloud—white, bright, and glistening.)

The whole room filled up with that bright light, brighter than the sun shining on snow, and you know how dazzling that is.

And I went up into that glory. I left my body and ascended. I got up about where the top of the house should be, looked back down into the room, and saw my body lying there on the bed, my eyes set and my mouth open in death.

I saw my mother stoop over me and take my hand in hers. And I heard a voice speak in the English language—I didn't see anything. I always thought it was Jesus, because it was a man's voice. He said, "Go back! Go back! Go back to the earth! Your work is not done!"

I descended and came back down into the room. As I slipped back inside my body, I said to Momma, as she held my hand in hers, "Momma! I'm not going to die now!"

She thought I meant that I wasn't going to die at that moment. I meant that I wasn't going to die at all then—I was going to live my life out and do the work of God. (It was a year later that I was healed as I acted upon God's Word in faith.

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