mediates with God
the Father for Valvita!
- From Rita Bennett's Book--"To
Heaven & Back",
True Stories of Those Who have Made The Journey
Following is a near death experience
which occurred to a lady named Valvita in 1974. Valvita's heritage
is multiracial, a combination of Cherokee, African American and
The below Near-Death experience was first printed in Rita Bennett's
wonderful book, "To Heaven & Back". See Zondervant
Publishing House, Christian Living, ISBN 0-310-22822-0. See link for
this Book at Amazon.com at far bottom!
Forward by Steve K at
|Muslims and others are
wrongly taught about the Trinity. The Trinity has
nothing to do with how many gods there are. It only has
to do with God's nature and the three persons/natures
that make up the one God. Christians know there is only
one God, but this God has 3 persons (Father, Son, Holy
This is a mystery. "Can a dog understand the nature of
man?" Likewise, we only have proofs of God's three
GOD IS SPIRIT and LIGHT.
Jesus said so. You can never understand all the
ways of God; and you should never think of God like you
do a flesh and blood person, except for God's time on
Jesus the Christ.
GOD IS LIGHT (spirit,
love and power). Take 3 flashlights and shine them
on the same spot. They all
emerge as one, even though they come from 3 different
Psalm 2:11-12 (written about 1000 B.C. )
Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with
trembling. Kiss the Son, lest he be
angry, and ye perish from the way, when his
wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are
all they that put their trust in him.
Proverbs 30:4 (700 Before Christ / 1270 yrs
"Who hath ascended up into
heaven or descended? Who hath gathered the
wind in His fists? Who hath bound the waters
in a garment? Who hath established all the
ends of the Earth? What is His name, and
what is His son's name, if thou canst
I and my Father are one.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His
only begotten Son, that whoever believes in
Him should not perish but have everlasting
life." John 3:16
For there is one God, and one mediator
between God and men, the man Christ
Jesus; Who gave himself a ransom for all, to
be testified in due time. 1 Timothy 2: 5-6
Setting the Stage
Three months after a cesarean section, I entered Kansas University
Medical Center because I had a serious infection in my reproductive
organs. Just before leaving for the hospital, I began thinking I was
going to die, though there wasn't any fear connected with it. As I
looked at my relatives, a strange feeling came over me, as though I
were seeing them for the last time.
While at the hospital, doctors tried antibiotics for several days to
see if they could avoid major surgery, but they could not. I
underwent a hysterectomy and all seemed well. Recuperating in the
hospital three days later, I began feeling strange. Something was
very wrong, so I called a nurse. Doctors discovered that I had
double pneumonia, a blood clot, internal bleeding, and kidney
Fighting for Life
Doctors rushed me to X ray, and during the test I drifted in and out
of consciousness. At one point I heard the doctor in a loud voice
asking the nurse to check my blood pressure. I heard the nurse
answer, "Zero. Zilch." I realized they were fighting for
Through all this physical trauma, I was talking to God and saying,
"Why me? Why now?" I didn't want to die. I was asking God,
"Why?" I never thought I'd say that, but I found myself
questioning my situation, especially since something wonderful had
happened while I was in the hospital. You see, we were about to
adopt a son who had just been born. He and I were lying in the very
My inner fight to live was taking every ounce of energy. I was
trying to hold on to life for the people I loved-my daughter, and my
husband, Walter. Pictures reeled through my mind of him coming to
the hospital and finding me gone. I was praying a lot, asking for
Finally I realized what I was doing-trying to maintain control of my
life. But if I was God's child and if it was my time to go, I should
surrender myself. I asked him to forgive me for complaining, and I
was at peace.
I then became extremely conscious of my breathing. It became slower
and slower-a longer time between each breath. And each breath became
deeper and deeper. I had never breathed so deeply in all my life. I
started counting "one, two," and the third breath was the
deepest, as if it came from my feet up. Then it was as if I became
that third breath. Though I was that breath, I still knew I was a
Met by Jesus
Feeling so peaceful and free, I started moving upward. I realized my
body was below me, and I vaguely remember observing efforts by the
medical team to revive it. My main interest was that I was above the
room. I was not even in the room but in the first sky. I say first
sky in the heavens, because it seemed as though there were three
heavens that I passed through.
At the first heaven I met a Being. Or I should say he met me. I
recognized him as Jesus Christ, and he led me through the three
heavens. When I think about Jesus' physical presence, it almost
fades away, because the predominant feature is that he is love
through and through. As I recall, he had dark brown wavy hair and an
olive complexion. I looked into his eyes. They were piercing but
loving, and as clear as blue water. You could almost see yourself
mirrored in his eyes. When he looked at you, he looked straight
through you and into you. You realized immediately that he knew all
there was to know about you.
There now seemed to be a heavenly illumination that caused his hair
to be light red and his eyes bluish, almost transparent, and his
skin a light golden color. There is no way to fully describe his
coloring. It is like another world's color. It's Shekinah glory,
iridescent golden light glowing through him. In his resurrection
body, his coloring is uniquely different from anything on earth.
Before the Most High
I'll tell you what happened in the three heavens. The first heaven
was light blue in color but brilliant, and so unlike anything I've
seen that I can't fully describe it. It opened up, split down the
middle as though along a seam, and both sides rolled back like paper
scrolls. This happened as fast as a snap of my fingers. We went
through two more skylike heavens, which also rolled back one after
In a matter of seconds I found myself before the Most High. The Most
High is the term I use because I recognized the presence of God the
Father. In looking at Him, I couldn't really see Him, but there was
an awesome glory, an awesome presence. You could feel it everywhere,
and I realized that He was on the throne. When I tried to see what
the throne was like, I discovered it was invisible. I knew it was
there; I just could not see it! It was so big that it extended all
the way to earth; earth is part of that throne. This was an
incredible awareness. Stunned by it all, I felt as small as a little
ant, so insignificant. Trembling, I found myself prostrate. While I
was lying there on my face, He spoke to me. It was unlike the mental
speech between Christ and me, because the Father sounded like many
waters rushing. I lay there a very long time, with God speaking to
my soul. The words He spoke to me can't be recalled, but they were
about me and my life.
As I lay there I relived every instance of my existence, every
emotion and thought. I saw why I was the way I was; I reexperienced
the way I had dealt with people and they with me. I saw where I
could have done better. I felt emotions I was ashamed of, yet I
realized there were things I had done well and felt good about. As
we looked at different scenes, I would respond, "Yes, I see how
I could have done it another way, a better way." I wondered how
anyone could feel worthy in God's presence. I wasn't condemned, but
I didn't feel worthy. It's hard to explain. The whole time that was
going on, for how long I don't know, I kept praising God.
With the ending of my life review, I felt absolutely unworthy of
being there in the presence of this magnificent Light; unworthy in
comparison to the grand scheme of things. It is all so beautiful,
and what am I? I said this to God. Then Jesus' hand touched me, and
I was able to get back on my feet because I had previously had no
strength. Taking me by the hand, he led me to the side of a main
arena. He looked into my eyes, into my soul, and I knew He knew and
understood everything I felt. When Jesus looked into me, it was with
more love than I ever thought possible for anyone to know. He
smiled, one look letting me know everything would be all right.
With this reassuring look He (Jesus) led me to one side. He stepped away
from me and went alone into the Light. Where Christ's light ended
and God the Father's began, I cannot say. They both gave off light
and their light was the same light! I will never forget this as long
as I live. When Christ stepped away from me, he turned sideways and
stretched out his arms as a bridge. One arm extended to me and one
to the Father. His arms were extended as if they were making a cross
and a bridge to cross over.
It was like a visual representation of the Scripture: "For
there is one God and one mediator between God and men, the man
Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all" (1 Tim
2:5-6). God is on one side, and all the people are on the other
side. Jesus himself is between human beings and his Father to bring
them to Him. Christ made this possible by giving his life for all
people. Everything I knew from Scripture was flashing into my mind.
Then I heard the Father and Son communing about my case. Jesus said,
"My blood is sufficient. She's mine!" When He said that,
all the doubts about my unworthiness disappeared. I jumped up and
down, shouting and rejoicing. I have never been so happy in all my
life! The kind of love I felt is beyond explanation. I kept saying,
"Oh my God. Oh, my God. This is my Mediator. This is my
Advocate." Just as I read in the Bible.
Jesus came back to where I was and looked at me again with
comforting love. We rejoiced together. He went on teaching me and
talking to me a lot, but I don't recall the details. Now being so
free and so loved, I never wanted to leave his side. I told him so,
but a look in his eyes said I had to return.
I asked, "Must I really leave?"
He looked at me with tenderness and said, "Yes, because there
is work I have for you to do."
Coming back into my body in intensive care was as quick as my
journey out had been. It seemed like the speed of light. Christ
brought me back. I looked at his sweet face for the last time, a
face I could have looked at forever. Next thing I knew, I was
looking into the face of a friend who had gotten into intensive care
by saying she was my sister. I didn't realize where I was. When I
saw her face, I was shocked because Jesus was gone so fast.
Looking for his face but seeing her face, I was disappointed. She
told me later there was a look on my face that she had never seen
before. She was confused-and a little hurt-by my response to her.
After a full explanation later, she realized that I truly had been
happy to see her.
Following my recovery, I took an art class in oil painting. I kept
trying to capture the "colors of Jesus" on canvas. That's
all I could paint. I painted him in all colors, all styles, but it
is impossible to capture that color. The students lovingly teased
me, saying I was a "Jesus girl."
But my obsession with painting Jesus was a mild change compared to
other areas of my life. Perhaps the biggest turnabout was my point
of view. Before my NDE I used to fuss and bicker with Walter about
petty concerns. I had wanted many things for myself. When I came
back, I had a different appreciation for human relationships. They
are so important. Much of what we think of as important isn't
important at all.
In 1986 I felt the Lord telling me, "Feed my sheep." This
was at a time when Walter and I began a shelter for the homeless. We
were called to that work for several years. I guess there are
different ways we can feed his sheep or his lambs. Care of children
is another way, and currently I'm a foster parent. We care for five
children in our home.
After having this fantastic near-death experience, I thought I
should be doing big, wonderful projects for God. He has shown me
that life is not about doing big things, but about doing whatever I
do for Him. While I was in heaven, God did not give me a specific
commission that I know of, but my strongest sense is that my purpose
is to love.
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