The Night my Husband Experienced Heaven


It was roughly 3:30 AM on a Sunday morning when it all started. The mumbling began, then the tossing. Nothing unusual for my husband. He’s what a like to call a vivid dreamer. His recount of his dreams makes me think that he has a virtual reality going on in his head at night. So being awoken by unintelligible words was nothing new. Experience has taught me that its usually a precursor to a bad dream, so I began praying and covering him as he slept.

Then it happened.

He bolted straight up, panting. “Yep, another nightmare,” I thought. I sat patiently waiting for him to divulge this night’s virtual reality episode.

He looked me square in the eyes and said, “I had a dream that I died.” It had to be a tumultuous death, because he was shaken up and didn’t immediately go back to sleep.

I pleaded the blood of Jesus and bid angels to stand guard. If the death angel thought he was coming that night, he would have to war against a praying wife.

It wasn’t until after church that I got the full details of that morning’s dream. In a weird series of events, he was shot. Considering we had just watched an episode of Sherlock Holmes, this didn’t surprise me. Sherlock-esque dreams have gotten the best of me too. It’s what happens next that makes this whole thing worth blogging about.

After the realization that he was dying, he had what he described as an out of body experience. As best as he could articulate such an event, he said “I began to transition into another dimension.” Concerned that it was no longer a dream, he attempted to wake up, but couldn’t.

That’s when it got real.

Contrary to how the movies portray, he didn’t have flashbacks of his life. Instead, he experienced the heavy revelation that he was about to stand before a holy and righteous God and give an account for his life. Every idle word said and every deed done. He was about to enter the gates of heaven to meet our maker.

Scared may be an understatement. And, if he wasn’t already saved, I’d probably title this blog “Scared Saved.” The magnitude of this reality was so great that our human vernacular doesn’t suffice.

He racked his mind on how he would answer for things done in his life and words said and came up with a blank. How can you answer to such a holy, righteous, blameless, and magnificent God? His only reasonable response would be to mimic the angels and cry, “holy, holy, holy.” (Isaiah 6:3, Revelation 4:8).

He woke up.

Thank God, he woke up.

As he recounted his experience, he impressed upon me the magnitude of having to take account for our life before God (Romans 14:12) and the greatness of God and His holiness. We are but a small spec in His presence and as dirty as filthy rags apart from the blood of Jesus. The emotions of awe and unworthiness that my husband experienced is only a minuscule fraction of what we will feel in the day of judgement (Revelation 20:11-15).

Though I'm yet to understand why he experienced such a thing, I know that it was meant to share for the sake of other’s being saved.

The truth is, we’ll all have this experience upon death. We’ll all have to give an account of our lives. We’ll all have to face the great, white throne and our names will have to be found in the book of life.

Have you made the most of your opportunities and refrained from idle talk? Are you ready to give an account for your life? Will your name be written in the book of life?

Jesus Christ is the only was that you will find yourself written in the book of life on judgement day. If you’ve not done so, I invite you to accept Him as Lord of your life that your soul may be saved and that he may intercede on your behalf.

Repeat this aloud:

Lord, I confess that I am a sinner and that my sins have separated me from you. I believe that your son, Jesus Christ, died for my sins and rose again on the third day that I might be reconciled to you. I recognize that I need Him in my life, so I invite Jesus into my heart to be my Lord and savior. From this moment on, I am saved and my life will no longer be the same. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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