My Vision of Heaven    

The following story you are about to read is the personal testimony of Little David. It is the miraculous experience, in his own words, of spending five hours in heaven
    The year was 1944 in Long Beach California. I was nine years old. It all happened at a Wednesday Night prayer meeting. I was kneeling at the alter praying with a Sunday School classmate. His name was Leon. I placed my hand upon his shoulder and suddenly it was as if I'd been hit by lightning. My body fell to the floor as my spirit soared away. I could see myself lying there. I was being lifted up and yet I had no real sense of any certain direction or
distance. Time seemed to stop as I was being carried through space.
    I do not know how far I had traveled when I came to the edge of a high mountain.  Then I saw it. It was a beautiful, vast city on top of a high mountain. I have seen the cities of London, Rome, New York, Tokyo and Moscow, but heaven is not like any of these cities on planet earth. It has breath-taking beauty and huge vastness.
    The angels were singing beautiful and harmonious songs. I joined them in their singing. Such peace filled my entire being and I felt as light as a feather. There are no words that can describe it.
    Dear Friend, if you have lost a loved one and they are in heaven, believe me, they are enjoying the highest peace, rest, joy, and happiness that transcends all our understanding!
    The streets were pure gold and yet they were clear as crystal. The gold was solid and thick, but unlike any earthly gold, it was clear and transparent.
    The gates were of pearl and the walls jasper. The brilliance of this cannot compare with the light coming from God's throne. It was bathing the entire city in the most magnificent hues of color that I have ever seen.
    Then a golden cloud enveloped me.  I stood still and speechless! I was aware that this was the presence of Christ. I remembered thinking, "Oh, how I wish I could stay here forever"!
    It was then I heard His voice. It was the kindest yet with a sternness like I had never heard before.
    "David", He said, "You can return some day, but now I want you to preach my gospel to the world."
    "But Lord", I replied like any nine year old would do, "I do not know how to preach."
    The Lord answered, "You do not have to know how to preach. I will teach you. Stand
behind the pulpit and open your mouth; I will fill it! My Spirit will anoint you and give you
the words to speak. Study my Holy Word and I will do the rest. David, if you will preach what I tell you, thousands will be converted and many miraculously healed. The blind will see! The deaf will hear! The lame will walk! If you will get people to believe my word, nothing will stand before your prayer of faith."
    The above experience lasted only five hours but the promise God gave to Little David is still true today. Since that day in 1944 he has traveled around the world in almost every major city. He has preached the Gospel and prayed for the sick, and has seen with his own eves the promise the Lord gave, fulfilled.
    Today, Little David is joined by his wife, Kathy, who also ministers with him in preaching and praying for the sick.
    Little David has seen the lame leap from wheelchairs, the blind shout, "I CAN SEE;'
and the totally deaf received their healing. Many other diseases healed by the power of God, too.
    David tells his audiences not to look at him as a faith healer, but look to Jesus, the resurrected Christ who arose from the dead with the power. He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Accept Him now as your Saviour and Healer.
    If Little David should come close to your home to preach, he invites you to attend so that he may join with you for the answer to your prayers. He believes that, "If two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven".

Healed From Blindness

        I can never forget the morning I awoke with a strange matter running from my eyes. The doctors told my parents that I had contracted a serious infection. For over 6 months I was without any sight. It is a horrible feeling to go groping through life with such helpless faltering steps and to be dependent on other people's assistance so much of the time, especially after being accustomed to sight. However, I had always been taught to go to God whenever I was in trouble, and what prayer alone could not do, prayer linked with fasting would surely do! l asked Dad to let me fast for three days for I knew I would be healed! I really believed Jesus would heal me. He refused at first, saying that I was too small to fast for so long. Finally, after much pleading, I received his permission. Each day for three days some Christian children friends of mine would accompany me to a place in the woods behind our home near Chicago and there we would earnestly pray around an old tree stump. After two days of fasting and praying, I was seemingly no better. I felt discouraged and downhearted, but thank God, we did not give up, for the children led me back to pray the third day. I kept calling on Jesus until something within me said, "The work is done, you are healed! Don't ask any more, just praise me for doing it". With a little hesitation, I began to take my hands from my eyes as I had my face buried in them. I thought, could that voice just be me or was it really Jesus. Suddenly in faith, believing, I threw my hands to the side, opened my eyes, looked straight up and lo, I could see! I saw the beautiful golden light of the sun shining through the leaves of the tree. Oh what a sight! I leaped to my feet shouting, I AM HEALED, I AM HEALED.
    Then I began to dance and speak in another language as the Holy Spirit baptism came within. I remembered turning to see one little path that I knew led to the house where Mother was waiting. Needless to say, I outran them all to tell the good news of what Jesus had done for me that day! Mother had always told me to dust my shoes off before coming into the house, but that day we all forgot about the mud and shoes. The old house rang with praise and rejoicing all the day long.

Raised From Death

    It was a warm and sunny day that we drove out to the little bayou in St. Petersburg Florida to water ski. My father was steering the speedboat as I clipped along at 35 m.p.h. on the skis. The water was smooth and skiing was good. Mother had a happy look as she stood on the pier taking movies of me. We made several rounds in the little water inlet, then we came around that last, almost fatal, time. As the boat turned, I kept going straight ahead as I looked at the movie camera on the pier. I did not see the large piling (like a telephone pole) sticking up out of the water. I hit it on the left side of my face, going 35 m.p.h. There was a sudden lurch on the ropes; Dad turned around, only to see that I had disappeared beneath the water. Immediately, three boys standing on shore dived in to rescue me They could not find me, as the impact had stirred up so much dirt in the water. Also the current had carried me several feet from the point of impact. They went down three times before one of the boys found me, sitting on the bottom, curled up like a ball.
    He pulled me to the shore, but I was told later that all life had gone. There was no pulse or heartbeat and my breathing had stopped. My little Mother began to pray claiming me back to life. God heard this prayer. Dad reached in my mouth and pulled the tongue out of my throat, as I had swallowed it. Then, the miracle happened.  Water began gushing out of my lungs, and breath returned. Life had come back!
    The Ambulance came and took me to the hospital. After intensive examination, it was determined I had a broken, shattered jaw and a serious brain concussion. For the next two days I remained totally unconscious, hovering between life and death.  The doctors told my parents that the chances were slim that I would regain consciousness, and if I did, I would never be normal again.  My parents said they staggered from the hospital that day, half blind with grief.  They fell on their knees in the living room and cried out to God.  Within the hour the telephone rang.  It was the hospital calling to say that I had come back to consciousness and I was calling for them.  God had brought me back from death!