On my 21st birthday, my parents sent me down to take ice cream out of the old freezer that they kept in the garage. I was supposed to bring up a container of vanilla and one of neopolitan. As I went barefoot down the wooden steps to the garage I thought yuck. I hate neopolitan ice cream.
Just as I reached for the freezer handle, I noticed how humid the cement floor was. I grabbed the handle and it is not possible to describe the level of electricity that was coursing through my body. I could not let go of the handle.
I was being electrocuted and I knew that I was going to die.
I tried to lift my left arm up, thinking I could use it to help pull my right hand off of the metal handle, but could not move.
Immediately I heard laughter and realized that it was not coming from within the room; it was inside me. Not only did I realize that I was dying, but I knew I was going to hell. Then I was aware of an arm hovering over my arm. As that arm pulled up and over to my right hand, my own arm went up and over to my right hand. I was able to pull my hand free of the freezer.
I flew over the car and landed on the woodpile in the garage. And screamed my head off. It seemed like 20 minutes had gone by, but my parents, who came running as soon as they heard me scream, said it was only a minute or two between when I went downstairs and when I started to scream.
That was 40+ years ago and it didn’t occur to anyone that perhaps I should go to the hospital. I was physically okay, although I do have cardiac atrial fibrillation. So who knows?
Spiritually I was a mess. And still am, I suppose. There is no doubt in my mind that I was dying and that God intervened. No doubt that it was God’s arm suspended over mine that saved me. And before you ask, no I didn’t “see” the arm over mine, I just knew it was there. Is that what they call a vision? I don’t know.
I was being electrocuted, and with utter conviction, I know my life was saved by the hand of God.