The full awareness of the belief  in the resurrection came to me years ago as I stood weeping over the body of my 37 year old sister. It seemed so senseless ... that an accident should take one so young. Yet, as we stood that morning as a family   mourning it occurred to me that at this moment my sister was with our grandparents, a younger brother who had died with measles at 6 years, an assortment of cousins, uncles and aunts. Suddenly, the pain became palatable. There was a warm feeling of acceptance. The loneliness and emptiness of death vanished.  This was not the end. In Christ it was only the beginning. (Tom Faggart experience)

Bruce Larson in his book, LIVING BEYOND OUR FEARS, tells a great story about a judge in Yugoslavia who had an unfortunate accident. He was electrocuted when he reached up to turn on the light while standing in the bathtub. His wife found his body sprawled on the bathroom floor. He was pronounced dead and, as was the custom in that particular town, he was placed in a room under a crypt in the town cemetery for twenty-four hours before burial. In the middle of the night, the judge came to, realized where he was, and rushed over to alert the guard, who promptly ran off, terrified.

Fortunately, he returned with a friend, and they released the newly revived judge. His first thought was to phone his wife and reassure her. He got no farther than, "Darling--it's me," when she screamed and fainted. Next he went to the houses of several friends, who were sure he was a ghost. In a last desperate measure, he called a friend in a distant city, who had not heard of his death, and who interceded for him with his family and friends.

I don't know how to love him.

What to do ...how to move him.

I've been changed ...yes, really changed.

I seem like someone else.

I don't know how to take this

I don't see why he moves me.

He is a man. He's just a man.

And I've had so many men before.

In many ways ... He's just one more.

Should I bring him down?

Should I scream and shout?

Should I speak of love ...

Let my feelings out.

I never thought I'd come to this ...

What's its all about?

Don't you think its rather funny

I should be in this position.

I'm the one who's always been so calm,

So cool ...no lover's fool...

He scares me so!

I never thought I'd come to this ...

What's it all about?

Yet, if he said ... He loved me, I'd be lost.

I'd be frightened.

I couldn't cope.

I'd turn my head

I'd back away.

I wouldn't know what to do.

Personal experience of Tom Faggart: I have witnessed his presence at the moment of death myself. Several years ago I had a member I knew was dying in a local hospital. I left Rotary and went to be with the family. When I arrived I found a very distressed group of people gathered around his bed. His eyes were wide with fear. He was struggling for breath. I felt an urge to read Psalm 103, and asked permission to do so. The family consented. At the end where I read he had prepared a place in the heavens for his angels, his ministers, and those who love Him. The man's breathing suddenly became normal. A smile came over his face. I prayed a prayer with him and the family. For the next five to ten minutes everything was Erie quiet. Then he took a breath, smiled and passed into eternity. The room seemed brightened but not as with added light.