My father’s name was Willis Robert Lindsay, a Christian and hard working man. He came up in hard times and had a lot of difficulty with his health. He developed emphysema at an early age before 10 years of age. He always had trouble with his lungs. As the custom of people in his age group he also smoked. In his fifties, the emphysema grew worse and worse. In the early months of 1969 he began to be hospitalized. I had been baptized with the Holy Spirit in 1967 and remember spending a lot of time praying for him in the Spirit. I prayed for him night and day.
It was in about April of May while he was in Bossier General Hospital I would drive over on Friday after work and spend the night with him. I would pray all night then go to their home and spend the day sleeping and do it again Saturday night. It was on one of these occasions that I left the hospital on Saturday morning and heading for a day of sleep. I had been in bed about two hours when mother woke me up and said, “Your dad wants to see you and your sister now.” I got up, dressed and went to see him. As I entered the room dad
said to me, “Son preach the word, I have just been to heaven and I have seen the glory and the power of the Lord. Heaven is real! Dad didn’t describe heaven in detail but only talked about seeing the Glory and the Power of the Lord. I wish I would have thought to have asked lots of questions. At that moment, his complexion was alive, before it was very gray His blood contained 60% carbon dioxide and only 40 % oxygen. The nurses didn’t know what to do with him so they called the doctor. When the doctor walked into the room dad pointed his finger and the doctor and said, “The Lord has need of thee to work in His vineyard.” The doctor gave him demurral to sedate him and left.
I went back to W. Monroe and mother told me that dad told her that Jesus told him that He was going to come after him on the eleventh. Over the next few months dad was in of out of the hospital and I would continue to pray and go over and see him. I remember the 11th of May came and went and nothing happened, the 11th of June, July and still nothing happened. The 11th of August came and went and nothing happened.
It was on August 30th I received a call from Bossier General about 4 AM saying that if I wanted to see my father alive I needed to come over right away. I woke the family and we went over. I spent the morning with my Father praying. There was a nurse there as well. He was in a coma. I watched his face tighten then he went limp and peace came on his face. I lifted my hands and worshipped the Lord as the nurse looked on. I committed him into the hands of a loving God. I stepped out into the hall and looked up and there was a large clock and it was straight up eleven o’clock. Chills went down my back and I was full of the joy of the Lord.
It was in about April of May while he was in Bossier General Hospital I would drive over on Friday after work and spend the night with him. I would pray all night then go to their home and spend the day sleeping and do it again Saturday night. It was on one of these occasions that I left the hospital on Saturday morning and heading for a day of sleep. I had been in bed about two hours when mother woke me up and said, “Your dad wants to see you and your sister now.” I got up, dressed and went to see him. As I entered the room dad
said to me, “Son preach the word, I have just been to heaven and I have seen the glory and the power of the Lord. Heaven is real! Dad didn’t describe heaven in detail but only talked about seeing the Glory and the Power of the Lord. I wish I would have thought to have asked lots of questions. At that moment, his complexion was alive, before it was very gray His blood contained 60% carbon dioxide and only 40 % oxygen. The nurses didn’t know what to do with him so they called the doctor. When the doctor walked into the room dad pointed his finger and the doctor and said, “The Lord has need of thee to work in His vineyard.” The doctor gave him demurral to sedate him and left.
I went back to W. Monroe and mother told me that dad told her that Jesus told him that He was going to come after him on the eleventh. Over the next few months dad was in of out of the hospital and I would continue to pray and go over and see him. I remember the 11th of May came and went and nothing happened, the 11th of June, July and still nothing happened. The 11th of August came and went and nothing happened.
It was on August 30th I received a call from Bossier General about 4 AM saying that if I wanted to see my father alive I needed to come over right away. I woke the family and we went over. I spent the morning with my Father praying. There was a nurse there as well. He was in a coma. I watched his face tighten then he went limp and peace came on his face. I lifted my hands and worshipped the Lord as the nurse looked on. I committed him into the hands of a loving God. I stepped out into the hall and looked up and there was a large clock and it was straight up eleven o’clock. Chills went down my back and I was full of the joy of the Lord.
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