Editor’s note: Today we share a guest article by Judy Landrieu Klein, the author of Miracle Man. This book is the true story which played out in Judy’s family. We thank her for sharing it here today! LMH
“Look to him that you may be radiant with joy, and your faces may not blush with shame.” Psalm 34
His face was radiant. He had met the Lord. Personally, face to face. And after six weeks in a coma—brought on by a massive heart attack and multiple organ failure—my husband Bernie came back “from the dead” to tell me all about it. Told in detail in my newly released book Miracle Man, Bernie’s story is nothing short of miraculous. I watched for 87 days as God supernaturally intervened in Bernie’s life over and over again –personally and intimately demonstrating His incredible love and power while healing and sanctifying both of us.
“I died and I clearly remember it,” Bernie began, his voice seeping a sacred silence. “I saw my soul leave my body and was looking down on my body from above.” After describing in detail how he saw the condition of his soul, as well as the things he had done in his life that were pleasing and not pleasing to God, Bernie shared this zinger: “Judy, I followed the light all of the way to heaven. And when I got there, I wasn’t permitted to enter.”
Bernie was then sent back by God to make amends for his life, but not before meeting terrifying creatures that beat him brutally as they screamed in his ears repeatedly, “We’re here to help you!!!”
Amazingly, in spite of his encounter with what he described as “creatures with tusks coming out of their heads,” Bernie’s overarching impression during what he termed “a near death experience” was one of unfathomable love. So much so that he spent the last six weeks of his life telling me, “You have no idea how much God loves you…You have absolutely no idea how much God loves you!” That from the lips of a man who had remained distant from God his entire life due, in large part, to his own wounded relationship with his earthly father. I had prayed fervently and incessantly for Bernie during the quarter century of our marriage, asking God to reveal Himself to my husband as a loving, merciful Father. As a Father to whom he could turn his face without the cloud of shame.
Bernie had been formed by shame, and it had left its mark on him. He had known shame as an immigrant child who came to America and flunked kindergarten because he couldn’t speak a lick of English. Shame followed him into adolescence, as he experienced the betrayal of an alcoholic father who made no secret of his many liaisons. He had known the shame of a failed marriage and the shame, right before his heart attack, that he “no longer believed his own sales pitch.” But the shame of believing that he had failed as a father had stung the most.
God saw the whole of the story, and His mercy sent Bernie back. Back to make amends with his life, and yes, to be blessed, so that he could finally rest in peace. Bernie’s life incarnated the truth that shame doesn’t have the last word, nor do sin and death. They are in reality a portal, a door through which God can enter into human suffering–a crack in the human heart that can let God’s love in.
“How did you resolve it?” I asked spellbound, wondering how Bernie had freed himself from those dark forces.
“I surrendered to God,” he responded slowly and deliberately, announcing the secret to all deliverance. “And when I did I was given food, air and water… and I had so much peace.”
“So much peace…” became his mantra as I watched him smiling shut-eyed and contented, enjoying what he called “fellowship with God.” A fellowship of love that carried him at last into the arms of his heavenly Father and landed him squarely in His lap–only this time to stay forever, radiant with joy.
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