I was dead at 9:23 in the morning. My medical report shows the ambulance arrived at the hospital at 9:58am. There had been no vital signs in my body for twenty-five minutes. I was clinically dead.
We used to sing a Kirk Franklin song called “Lovely Day.” The song is about being down and not feeling good, but there is a new day, lovely day, because we’re going to be with God. We sing that song, sometimes at our church, ...
Twelve years ago, I was given five years to live. They said; “Tim, you have an incurable cancer and we will see you on Monday.” That was the most sobering time of my life.
But I couldn’t escape the idea that suicide would be a good escape. It was like I was holding on the casket of my wife, and as morbid as it sounds was like I was being buried. I remember picturing myself breaking my grip with...
I just started squalling and laughing and carrying on like a crazy woman. It was like a bolt of lightening hit me in the head.
We tried everything possible to make his life normal. He studied in a very good school. He tried to study hard and behave very well. Nevertheless, society had a hard time accepting him.
"Suddenly I felt the real power and presence of God. It was like fire and electricity shooting through my body."
“Mr. Henson, I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but I wish you’d tell me. Your blood is better than mine.
They were told I was really small, that I had a heart condition, and that my growth had been so impaired I looked like a two year old. There answer was, “We think God wants us to take him.”
Her grandmother threw her out. She lived in a little 16‘x9’ shack by the roadside. I was born in that little shack.