An Encounter With God

There was a very long and horrible period of my life that I spent living in the shadows. It was always midnight there. I preferred it that way. I grew so accustomed to it that I could see in the dark. I shunned the light. But 30years ago, in a moment so vivid I can recall it as though it happened yesterday, I heard a voice, and God gave me another chance to step into His glorious Light.

I was sitting in a bar in North Philadelphia with my girlfriend and one of her friends. As we drank, we were talking about our future life together. I don’t think either of us really believed it, but we liked the sound of it. We were two drunken drug addicts lying to each other, and having some fun on another wasted afternoon.

After a long while it was time to leave, and I told her, "Let’s go home." She said she wasn’t going home with me, and she leaned over to her girlfriend sitting at the bar next to her and gave her a deep and passionate kiss. At another time, I may have been aroused, but now, half drunk, I was angry and said, "What the world is going on?" She replied, "This is my woman, and I’m going home with her." Well I had a very low tolerance for taking nonsense, so first I reached over and slapped her girlfriend off the barstool and onto the floor, and then I turned to my girl and said, "Let’s get out of here," and started to walk out of the bar.

From behind me, my girlfriend rushed up, reached around me, and with a strength increased by alcohol and fury, plunged a knife into my heart. Within seconds I was drenched in blood. I stumbled weakly against the bar. The bartender shouted, "Get hem out of here. I don’t want him dying in my bar!" But no one helped me or even approached me. I staggered along the bar toward the door, watching my life escaping with every beat of my weakening heart.

It seemed like seconds or hours later that the police showed up. They helped me to the curb to sit and wait for the ambulance. The sidewalk looked as though it had been washed in blood. I heard one of them say, " No need to rush on this one. This guy’s going to die anyway." I dimly heard the sirens of the ambulance as I lost consciousness. Somewhere between the bar and the emergency room, my heart stopped beating.

This is what I recall: It was very quiet, and I was standing at the beginning of a long black tunnel. At the end of this tunnel was the brightest light I had ever known. I started to walk down this tunnel, and a voice came from the light. The voice said, "Chatman! Go back!"

The doctors had worked on me in the ambulance and at the hospital, but it was hopeless. They called my mother and told her that I was dead and asked if she would come down and identify the body.

Strapped to a bed, and covered in a bloodstained sheet, I opened my eyes again to see my mother and sister standing over me. They were overwhelmed with shock and joy. I lay there and sobbed, crying as I had never cried before in my life, because I had heard the voice of God, and He had brought me back to life.

On February 26:2006 my life came to a stop. I had went on a trip with my family and we were on our way home when something started to happen to me and I was scared. I thought I was havin a heart attack I couldn't breath. We were on the interstate and no hospital in sight. Finally we made it to the hospital and when the doctor came in he said I'm sorry Ms. Morgan your kidneys have failed and he just turned around and walked away. My husband and I sat there and couldn't say a word. And in a moment everything went crazy they started doing blood work and bunches of other test I was admitted of course and stayed for weeks .I had to start dailies and that isn't fun but it saved my life so it was worth it . I prayed to God and said what do I do and He said child I will take care of you. Things were crazy and not much fun. my mom got cancer had surgery and is now doing fine my sister was in and out of the hospital for about a month my husband got put in the hospital and my youngest daughter did to. I had a stroke a seizer and a heart attack to and the sad part it was only September. And again I prayed to God and said Lord please let me catch up things are happening so fast I cant keep up. So things started to slow down and God sent down a load of Mercy and Grace things weren't better just in his hands. And on November 16th I got the call it came at 12:57am they had found me a kidney. Once again my heart stopped and i said Lord now what do I do. He said child be patient and I will take care of you. We waited all day and then at 7:00 pm they called and said were ready. We got there and Satan was at work things kept going wrong but I knew my Father was there to take care of me. I had the surgery on the 18th came home on the 22nd and have done great with no problems what so ever. Now you tell me was that God or what I know he lives and He is always with me and all of this took place in only 9 months. The doctors were amazed but I knew it wasn't anything that I had done it was my father taking care of me. My faith grew stronger than ever before and it grows stronger each day God loves me and he loves you and he will take care of you to just like he does me. Its been 14 months since my transplant and I owe my entire life to THE LORD JESUS CHRIST

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