Three Hours in Somewhere Other Than Heaven
A couple of weeks ago, my beloved wife, Anna, went to the library and checked out a book called 90 Minutes in Heaven . The book is the semi-autobiography of a Baptist minister named Don Piper, who apparently presides over a congregation with 10,000 active members. Really. So anyway, Rev. Piper had a amazing experience in 1989: he died. We’re not just talking he died on the operating table, or his heart stopped, or whatever. This guy was killed in a car wreck; he lay there dead, under a tarp, for 90 minutes; and an acquaintance, who didn’t even know who was under the tarp, was prompted to pray for his restoration to life. And it worked. Very cool stuff. That’s the good part. The second, and somewhat more striking aspect of the book, is what happened while Rev. Piper was dead: he claims he went to Heaven. Now, never mind that God wasn’t there, Jesus wasn’t there, and the Holy Ghost wasn’t there. Never mind that there was a gigantic, pearlescent gate that neither he nor any of his friends...