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Testimony – Jack LaFave
May 26, 2008

This testimony, more than any other event in my life, makes me know that Jesus is alive and that I will see Him when I die. It all started when I was a teenager, about 15 years old. I was living in Sterling, MA with my parents. I had gone to the drag races at the New England Drag way in Epping, NH with the counselor I was seeing at the time.

It was a beautiful summer day in New England. The loud ‘funny cars’ roared down the drag strip, tires smoking and parachutes launched to slow them down. After watching them for some time from the stands, my counselor and I decided to go down to the pit area on the other side of the track. On the way, we stopped behind the starting line.

It was then, that the cars with jet engines were firing up and getting ready to streak down the track. I was standing to the rear of two jet cars that were thundering at the starting line. I could feel the heat from the jet engine and the vibrations shaking my heart and chest cavity. The noise was unbearable but at the same time it was very exciting and I enjoyed every minute of it.

I felt fine for the rest of the day. But, at night when I went to bed at home, as soon as my head hit the pillow, my ears began killing me. I sat back up, screaming my head off. The next thing I remember, I was at the Massachusetts Eye and Ear Infirmary (MEEI) in Boston, being stuck and probed with needles. I hated needles to the point where, I was told, that it took seven doctors and nurses to hold me down just to draw blood when I had a spleenectomy at age 10.

Anyway, I was there at MEEI to have tubes put in both ears that had been ruptured by the jet car experience. I was given a muscle relaxant to help put me to sleep. I had an allergic reaction of some kind and my heart apparently stopped beating. I was dead.

Immediately, I woke up in the middle of the woods – in the middle of nowhere. It almost felt like I had taken a little nap and woke up somewhere behind my house. I felt thirsty and then I heard water running so I walked over to where I had heard it running. It looked like a brook or a stream, not very wide or big – like a mountain stream coming down the mountain, although it was flat. The water was crystal clear. I had never seen water so clear in my life. I could see fish swimming around, algae on the bottom – it was remarkably clear. It was a nice sunny day, warm. I got down on my knees, cupped my hands and took a couple of sips of the water. Normally, I hated drinking water and never did unless my father forced me too. But this water was unbelievably great!

I then looked up and saw an open, grassy field like you would see in the spring. It was on the other side of the brook where I had the drink. The sky was clear. I thought I would go over to the field and get me a tan. I looked around to see if there was a way to get there without getting wet. Then I noticed a walking bridge wide enough for two people. I started toward it and then got half way across when I heard somebody calling my name – ‘Jack.’ I thought it was behind me so I turned around. No one was there. I heard it again, and then I turned back around and was almost blinded by this white light on the other side of the bridge. I heard a voice saying ‘turn around and go back; it’s not your time yet’. It was like a regular voice of a man. I looked up and said ‘What do you mean? Who are you? Where am I? What’s going on? What are you talking about?’

At that point, He came out of the white light so I could see his figure. When I saw him, I still wasn’t sure who it was. He held up his hand as if to say ‘stop’ and that’s when I realized who I was talking to. At that time, I was able to see the hole in his hand going straight through, with light coming through it. It was about the size of a round railroad stake. I did not see his facial features but I saw his beard, mustache and long white hair. He had on a white robe, all of one piece, like a dress you would have to slip into. He had a rope belt, tied and hanging down and I could see his toes and part of the sandals under the bottom of his robe. I knew then that it was Jesus or God that I was talking to. I couldn’t believe He would actually stop and talk to someone like me, a nobody, or want me to stop and go back.

Knowing, then, who He was, I did what He said! I turned around on the bridge and started back. As soon as my feet hit the dirt on the side of the bridge where I had started from, I woke up in the recovery room. The experience stuck with me very clearly but I never told anyone for years, not being sure if I were just dreaming or if I had really been with the Lord. I know now that it was real and that when he said that it was not my time yet, it meant that there would be another time in the future when I would again be with him. I’m looking forward to that day!

Jack LaFave