![]() I could see the giant cedar trees there in the yard, and I could see grandpa’s porch swing. When I came up from that dark cavern, I was on the porch at 405 North College Street, just outside the south bedroom. It was as if a great suction or magnet drew me upward from my back, and I began to ascend.īefore I reached the top of the pit, I could see the lights of earth once again. When that voice spoke, the creature let go of my arm, and I began to float upward, toward the earth and away from hell. This voice uttered only a few words, but the entire place-hell itself-shook from top to bottom. It was a male voice, but I don’t know what he said. At that moment, from way above the darkness, a voice spoke. I tried to slow down my descent, but the creature took me by the arm to escort me in. I kept looking straight ahead, my eyes riveted on hell, so I never looked directly at this creature, but I knew he was there. Somehow I knew that once I went through the gates, I could never come back, and I was afraid.Īs I approached the gates of hell, some kind of creature met me. The pathway that led to hell’s gates inclined downward, and I just sort of floated toward those gates, unable to stop my descent. Beyond the gates of hell were giant orange flames crested with white. Then I saw what was causing the flickering light. When I reached the bottom of this cavern of darkness (it took only a few seconds, but it seemed like eternity), I could seeįingers of light flickering, playing on the wall of blackness.Īt the bottom of the pit was the entrance into hell itself. The farther down I went, the darker and hotter it became. And the blackness was so dense, it seemed you could cut it with a knife. It was a darkness so dark, you couldn’t see your hand if it was one inch in front of your nose. They finally faded away, and darkness encompassed me. I could look up and see the lights of the earth flickering in the distance above me. It was like going down into a well or a deep cavern. I began to descend feet first-down, down, down. ![]() This numbness spread to my feet, my ankles, my knees, my hips, my stomach, my heart-and I leaped out of my body, like a man would leap off a diving board into a swimming pool.īelonging to the church are right, it takes And at 7:30 that night, faster than I can say it, the blood ceased to circulate in my body, way down at the end of my toes. I had been sick all of my life with a deformed heart and an incurable blood disease. Just as my grandpa’s clock struck 7:30, my heart stopped. It happened at 405 North College Street in McKinney, Texas. ![]() I would tell people, “Even if I didn’t have a Bible, I would know there’s such a place as hell.” I had been there, you see. Click to join the conversation with over 500,000 Pentecostal believers and scholarsĬlick to get our FREE MOBILE APP and stay connectedĪfter I was raised off the bed of sickness as a 16-year-old boy, I used to preach in the school yard and on street corners in the marketplace. ![]()
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