I never thought I would one day tell this story. A story that transcends reason, transcends what I knew about life — and death. I am an ordinary person, not a priest, not a missionary. I lived my life busily, with work, family, and daily worries. But then the accident happened, and everything changed.
It was a clear afternoon, I was driving on the highway when suddenly a truck lost control and came hurtling straight at me. There was the sound of metal hitting, glass shattering, and then… everything went black. In that moment, I felt nothing. No pain, no fear. Just a feeling of… letting go. I knew I was dead.
But the strange thing was that I didn’t feel fear. I opened my eyes and found myself floating in a dim space, light surrounding me. No longer the heavy body, but a light, spirit-like existence. Then I saw someone approaching me. It was not an angel with wings, not a flash of lightning or a clap of thunder. It was a man, dressed in a simple white robe, with eyes that were gentler and more understanding than any I had ever met. Without any introduction, I knew it was Jesus.
I was overwhelmed. Why was I meeting him? I had never been a devout believer, had never read the Bible in its entirety, and had even been skeptical about life after death. But he smiled, without judgment, without questioning. “You have been chosen to understand better,” he said, “my resurrection — and yours.”
I followed him into a place that was strange and yet familiar. A place somewhere between heaven and earth — where time seemed to stand still. There, Jesus did not preach, did not use high-sounding language, but simply told me the true story of his resurrection, from his own feelings and spiritual experience.
He said that his death on the cross was not just a historical event, but part of an eternal plan of love. “I did not just die to save,” he explained, “but I rose again to prove that death is not the end. Resurrection is the confirmation that love is stronger than death.”
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I felt the power in each word. He told me that when his spirit left his body after he breathed his last, he had gone on a journey—not to judge the dead, but to open a way for humanity. That way was hope. His resurrection was not just his story, but a message that we—all of us—would rise again. Not to be resurrected in the old body, but to be resurrected in eternal life, full of light and peace.
I asked: “Why do many people still not believe? Why is the resurrection considered a symbol instead of a reality?”
He looked at me, his eyes deep as if embracing all of humanity. “Because people are afraid of the mystery. The resurrection is something beyond reason, so they try to turn it into a metaphor. But remember: not everything that is real needs to be explained by science. There are things that can only be understood by the heart.”
I shed tears. Not because of regret, but because for the first time in my life I felt truly loved, unconditionally. Jesus did not blame me for my doubts, He did not ask how many times I went to church, or what I had done in the past. He simply emphasized that everyone has the opportunity to be resurrected, if they open their hearts to God’s love.
He also took me to a strange place — a vast field where I saw souls shining like stars. “They are those who believed, loved, and lived the truth,” He said. “And one day, you too will return here. But not now.”
I was surprised. “Not now? But… I am dead.”
Jesus smiled: “You will return. You have seen and heard things that not everyone has seen. Tell them. Live a life with a new heart, with new understanding, to guide those who are lost.”
Immediately after that, I felt as if I was being pulled back. The light dimmed, my body grew heavier, and I woke up in the ICU, with the heart monitor beeping in my ear. The doctors and nurses around me were amazed because my heart had stopped for nearly 5 minutes… but I was alive again.
From that moment on, I knew my life would never be the same again. I didn’t need to convince anyone of my story. I just needed to live by the truth I had seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears: The resurrection is real. God’s love is real. And life after death is not a fantasy, but a divine promise.
I died, but I came back with the most precious gift of all: the unshakable conviction that nothing—not even death—can separate us from God’s love.
