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Todd Burpo, Lyn Vincent
Heaven is real! Vrazhayuchaya history dear little boy to the sky that back

Todd Burpo, Lynn Vincent

Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back

© 2010 by Todd Burpo

© Vidavnitstvo AST, 2015

© 2010 by Todd Burpo

© Translated by Russian language, Vik Sparov, 2015

© Vidavnitstvo AST, 2015

God is the creator of merit for all trust! I facts, pointed out by this book, confirm the truth of the new light. I know Colton as a national. Already in the early childhood, there was a primal interest in spiritual practice. I remember that there are about three rocks near the city, sitting on my knees, sitting on my knees, marveling at me right in the eyes, asking what I want to drink to heaven if I die. Then they said to me: “Your heart can be blessed with Jesus.” I wholeheartedly recommend this book to everyone: it gives a new perspective on the reality of God, Who is often hoaxed and invisible, but at the right time always come to the rescue.

Phil Harris,

with Wesleyan Churches, Colorado-Nebraska County

The history of Colton could have become a part of the New Testament, but God in the 21st century, having respected for the better turn before us in a special child, as if on the sinless eyes of God, she shook and opened the deacons of the taєmnitsі of the paradise abode. The book rivets respect, and the truth opposes the awake, crying out for help knowing more.

Jo Ann Lyon,

the head of the church with the Wesleyan church

The Bible describes paradise as the place where God lives. This is a real place, as if you will become an eternal abode for all those who have cared for themselves God. In this book, Todd Burpo tells about those who survived yoga, if they had an operation for acute appendicitis. Tse honesty, wide and outrageous rozpovid, which instills hope in the hearts of all those who believe in eternal salvation.

Robert Morris,

pastor of Gateway Church, Southlake, Texas

History, dedicated to near-death experiences, rich, but without reading them; not just reading to someone who knows what you can trust the author. But if I read the title of the book on the obkladinci, I її open it, reveal myself, then close it in no time. Why? The one that I know the author of the book well, that I believe in you. Todd Burpo gives us a miraculous gift: wine and yoga blue lift the curtain over eternity, giving us the opportunity to take a quick look at those who lie on that beak.

Everett Piper,

president of Wesleyan University, Oklahoma, author of Why I'm a Liberal and Other Conservative Ideas

The book is beautifully written, which allows you to look into paradise, which gives masculinity to those who doubt, and the thrill of being buried by the believers.

In this beautiful and well-written book, Colton, a chotirical lad, has gone through anesthesia, having survived the camp of a near-death experience (NDE). I have studied over 1600 types of NDE and with full right I declare that types of NDE can be experienced by children, as if they were at the anesthesia station, at an early age. Ale, to bring such a message about the OSP, I know that Colton’s attitude is dramatic, vinnyatkovy and can serve as a spirit of inspiration for Christians in the whole world.

Geoffrey Long,

MD, co-founder of the Foundation for the Study of Near-Death Experiences, author of Prove the Afterlife: The Science of Near-Death Experiences

"Heaven is real" is a miracle book. She once again confirms that the faith is important in our life - it is important for children, and for grown-ups.

Timothy P. O'Holleran,

doctor of medicine

Deyakі іstorії simply cannot help telling. Von live by themselves. The book, as you hold it in your hands, is one of such stories. Ale won't be deprived of you; won’t be viruє and scream and pіd the hour of your roses will inevitably break through the name of the whispers quietly, who else doesn’t feel about her. I know what will become of you, for it has become of me.

Phil McCallum,

Senior Preacher at Bothell Church, Evergreen Community, Washington

Like a child’s father, like a child, I’ve experienced a marvelous and unreasonable beyond the earthly worlds, I’m holy at the same time from my family and share my joy with the drive of victory - and I’ve made a glimpse of that vision of an unknown history.

Truly I tell you, if you do not become wild and you will not be like a child, you will not go to the Kingdom of Heaven.

Jesus the Nazarene (Matthew 18:3)

Podiaka

Preparing for the publication of the history of Colton, we took away the opportunity to work not only with the help of our right professionals, but also with the respectful and right-handed people. Undoubtedly, this knowledge of that knowledge struck us from Sonya with great hostility, and even the greater world we were consumed by their character and cordiality.

Phil McCallum, Joel Knidler, Lynn Vincent and Debbie Vikvayer not only put their lives into this book, but made our whole family spiritually rich. Without their naming sensations, that spiritual strangeness, the book “Paradise is in reality” would not have seemed such a miracle.

Today, we offer God a prayer of gratitude for those who, at once, took these gifted and talented people, so that the stench helped us spread the story of Colton. Kozhen і from them becoming for us the right blessings.

We shanue Sonya for the invisible honor and privilege to call them your friends.

Prologue
Angeli at Arbi

The celebration of the Independence Day reminds me of the memory of the patriotic parade, the appetizing smells of barbecue greased on the grill, licorice popcorn and the night sky, illuminated by bright flashes. Ale for my motherland rest days which is holy in 2003, the roci became a great podієyu zovsіm z іnshої reasons.

Me and Sonya, my retinue, and the children planned to destroy the Sioux Falls, Dakota, to see Steve, Sonya's brother, that yoga family. And now look at Bennett, the nephew, who was born two months ago. Before that, our children, Kessie and Colton, had never run down the falls before. (So, so, Sioux Falls has famous waterfalls, which is how they are called - Sioux Falls.) Golovne - from those memories is dearer to the place of Greeley, Colorado, which we killed in the birch month and turned into a stingy nightmare for all our homeland, we long ago deprived our native town of Imperial, Nebraska.

As you say out of the door, then in the course of the rest of the journey, one of our children, the ice did not die. You can call it madness, but at that time we were driven by unimaginable fears and perceptions, and right now it came to the point that we simply didn’t want to go anywhere. As a pastor of the church, I do not believe in zabobony, and I myself am not zabobonny, but as if it were supernatural, infallible to me, a part of my daily life suggested that, for the time being, we are resting at home and tied with our house, we are safe. Ale zreshtoy razum - that inexhaustible banquet of Bennett, the most glorious little baby in the world, as if to believe the words of Steve, - taking the mountain. That is why we stuffed our Ford Expedition with special speeches and all sorts of other things, which are not enough for the day, and were preparing to break on the pivnich.

M s Sonya settled on the fact that it’s best to ride at night, more, if we want the chotirical Colton, we fasten to the seat with a safety belt, but always try to resist against my will (“I’m a great lad, tattoo!” - ring out overwhelmed with wine), and so , prinaimni, є nadiya, scho most part of the road of wines is just spat. Thenceforth, it was the middle of the ninth evening, when I left my Ford from the parking lot of our booth, passed through Crossroads Wellness Church, served as a pastor, and left on highway number 61.

Above the plains, a clear, bezkhmarna nothing prostyaglasya; on the dark oxamite sky, the crescent crescent brightly crumpled. Imperial - a small farmer's place that stumbled across the beer cordon of the state of Nebraska. With this, two hundred souls and a full day of road fires, more middle-of-the-way places, more churches, lower banks, and at the same hour farmers , sho hanging belya belts, recognized for the fencing of the fence, turning from the fields, loudly flocked and settled in the mіstsevoy family cafe. Falls to pamper his newborn cousin.

Ninety miles that greeted us from the town of North Platte, the children spoke and played, moreover, Colton, who portrayed himself as a superhero, led the global battles of his own and become, having contrived for the whole hour this time to win the world in death. It wasn't even ten when we were in the city with 24,000 bagels, whose greatest claim to fame is to be born in this city, the most famous in the whole Wild Sunset, cowboy and showman Buffalo Bill Cody. North Platte is the last point of civilization (otherwise, we know, the rest of the civilized grain is available to us), as the evening passed, the first time to break down on the trail through the majestic expanses of cornfields, there is nothing, beech farmer's fallow deer, pheasants. Therefore, we planned ahead of time to add a tooth here, to fill the gas tank, and then our water hoses.

Having refueled at the gas station in Sinclair, we drove off to Jeffers Street, and I, passing by the sign of the light for, guessing that the yakbees had turned the levoruch on us, then we got away from the Regional Medical Center, the very one we spent fifteen flies in the birch days, most of them stand on their knees and pray to God for those who vryatuvav Colton life. God, having felt our prayers, alemy from Sonya, from that hour, were hotly roasted from this drive, which had a heavy burden on us rich fates of life.

Other smikh – shortest way forget about the hard times of life, to that, having passed the turn, I have broken the troch to tease Colton.

- Hey, Colton, - I said, - as if we are beastly right here, then I’ll go back to the liquorice. Do you want to go back to the clinic?

That one laughed at the darkness.

- No, I don't want a tattoo! Better bring Cassie. Axis out, you definitely want to get to the clinic!

The sister (there was a charge from him) also laughed:

- Well, no! I don't want to go there!

Sonya turned from the passenger seat to the blue, whose child's seat was itself behind mine. I’m not very good at it, but I’ve quickly revealed my short haircut with a “zhachok” and black eyes, sitting by the darkness.

- Colton, do you remember the liquor? - Asked Sonya.

- So, mom, I remember, - vіdpovіv vіn. - Angels were sleeping to me there.

The hour of the middle of the machine has begun to chirp. M and Sonya marveled one on one, exchanging silent food: "Win To tell the truth, what did I feel?

Sonya braced herself before me and whispered:

- Win you talking about angels?

I shook my head defiantly.

- And you?

Vaughn stole it.

I turned to the Arbi restaurant, entered the parking lot and turned off the engine. From the streets of the krіz vіkna avtomobilіl oozed out the white light of the street lighter. As if turning around on my seat, I turned back to the guise of Colton. I remember, at that moment I was struck by how much wine is small and cotton-like tendencies. This is just a little lad, in whose voice there was a distinct (and sometimes muffled) wide innocence. As if you are the fathers themselves, then you will understand what I may be doing: this century, if a child, pointing a finger at a woman, you can (already loudly) ask: “Tatu, why is this titka so tovsta?” Colton still having to talk to him about the expanse of life to the fringed one, de yom were in tact, no treachery. All these thoughts gleamed in my head, while I tried to think up, how to react to the statement of my choirirical son about those that angels sang this song. Nareshti, I'm worried.

- Colton, did your angels sleep while you were lying at the hospital? Did you say that?

Vin nodded his head.

- Why did the stinks sleep with you?

Colton rolled his eyes and squinted his trochs to the right - a guessing posture is typical for him.

– Well, they sang “Jesus love me” and “Jesus fought for Jerichon”, – seriously sang. - I asked them to sleep "We will destroy you" 1
"We Will, We Will Rock You" - song by Queen from the album News of the World(1976). - Here and given notes translation.

But they didn’t want to stink.

Kessie quietly giggled, and I lost my respect for those who sound like Colton's sound as if it were everyday and prosaic, as if it were sensible, and sounding wines quickly, without a hint of confusion.

Mi and Sonya again exchanged glances, as if it were seeming: What do you think? Did you succeed or did you dream?

And then one more non-visualizing sumniv: “And how are we to react on the spot?”

And here my head has wine with a whole lot of natural nutrition.

- Colton, how did the angels look? - I asked my son.

Vіn laughed radiantly, first guessing.

“Well, one of them looks like Father Dennis, if I don’t want to, I’d like to wear eyepieces.

Let's sweat it out once more seriously.

“Papa, Jesus punished the angels so that the stench would sleep on me, for I was already afraid. I got shorter.

Jesus?

I looked again at Sonya: she was sitting there, opening her mouth. I turn back to Colton.

– Hiba there buv Jesus?

My son nodding and sighing like that, I didn’t think about the podium, I’ll notice no more, even if the sun appeared on our doorstep:

- So, there is buv Jesus.

– De same buv Jesus?

Colton looked at me at the vіchі.

- I'm sitting at New's bedside table.

Yakby in conversations, like at trains, there were stop cranes, then one of them was ghosts at the diyu just at once. Having spent wondering for the gift of movement, we marveled at Sonya one on one, exchanging one more messengers: "We should seriously talk about it."

We went out of the car and straightened everything to Arbi, the stars went out for a sprat of whilin from the package, let's recap. On the way, we caught up with Sonya in whispers and exchanged a lot of remarks.

- Do you really think, what are the faults of the angels?

- BUT Jesus?!

- Really, I don't know.

- Maybe, tse bov dream?

- I do not know. - Vіn seems to be more pronounced.

If we got into the car and Sonya gave us sandwiches with roast beef and bags of potato chips, I had one more meal.

- Colton, and de ti buv, if bachiv Jesus?

Vin looked at me like that, nibi nіbi: “Hiba didn’t we talk about everything?”

- At the likarni, de OK! Well, if Dr. O'Holleran took care of me.

- Dr. O'Holleran took care of you girls, remember? - I asked. Colton at the dispensary had a term operation for the removal of appendicitis, then an operation for bowel cleansing, and then again they took Colton, so that he could see the keloid scars, but he was already not in the dispensary, but in the clinic of Dr. O'Holleran. - You wonder, what happened to the likarni?

Colton nodded his head.

- So, at the liquorice. If I was with Jesus, you prayed, and my mother phoned.

There was no doubt: it was about the liquor. Hello God! Do you know the stars of wine, de mi buli?

- Colton, but you were in the operating room, - I said. - How did you know what we were doing?

- I'm looking forward to you, - Colton said simply and in a peremptory tone. - I'm viyshov from the body, marveling down and bachiv, like a doctor takes care of my body. I bachiv you that mother. You were alone at a small room and prayed, and my mother was in another room, she was praying and talking on the phone.

Qi words Colton zvorushil me to the depths of the soul. Sonya marveled at me with wide eyes (I never looked at her with such wide eyes), but she didn’t say anything - she just stared at me with the daily look of a grizzly sandwich.

At that moment, I simply could not blame more. I moved the engine, I drove the Ford on the highway and straightened it near Pivnichnaya Dakota. Along the sides of the highway I-80, as we rushed, stretched out endless flocks, poking here and there with stakes and swaying plants that shone with silver at the moonlight. It was already pizno, and without a hitch the children, as they talked to me, fell asleep.

Marveling at the road that spread out in front of me, I wondered in wonder how much I felt. Our little son povidav schos absolutely neimovirne - and proving tse merits on dovir іnformatsієyu, moreover, such, to know yaku wines simply did not img. We did not tell you what they were doing and what they were doing while lying in the operating room, resting in the anesthesia station, because, by logic, not tired.

I nourished myself anew and anew: Yak vin found out about tse? Ale, at that hour, if we crossed the cordon to the state of Pivdenna Dakota, I was already interested in the same food: “ Chi could be true?»

Chapter 1
insectarium

Our family is dearer, that it turned into a nightmare, it was conceived like a Christmas trip. On the very first day of Birch 2003, fate needed to go to the right of the service to go to Greeley, Colorado, to the district representatives for the sake of the pastors of the Wesleyan church. And everything started at the serpni 2002 rock; then our family was kinder, more we stepped on thorny paths, misfortune and bad luck: this month of uninterrupted injuries and ailments, including a bad leg, two surgeries and a diagnosis of cancer, and all this is multiplied by financial difficulties; our rahunok at the bank used to draw up to such a distance that, if the receipts and payment reminders came in, I just felt the sounds that were given by them. My modest salary as a pastor and it was difficult, fortunately, did not come across, but the stench subdued our main financial stronghold, our private business - ground garage doors, like we were led. That and our medical problems also cost us pennies.

Ale to a fierce situation, perhaps, radically changed in short bik: we woke up and got to our feet, and the shards of me all the same needed to go, we did it to remake the service trip to the banner podium, in its own way the turning point of our family life- take it easy, calm down, refresh your mind and soul, with a new hope, life will crumble far away.

Sonya, for some reason, knew about one more mile of a place, even more popular with the devils. It was outside of Denver and was called the Pavilion of Metelikiv. Widely advertised as a “zoo for spineless creatures”, “Pavilion Metelikiv” was launched in 1995 as a starting and lighting center, exclamations to know people with the wonders of the world of comakhs and sea creatures of that gatunka that lingers lingering at the tide-filled lakes I guess. At the entrance to the zoo, a majestic colored metal sculpture of a praying mantis in the position of prayer gleamed. But in 2003, there were no more gigantic comaches on the pedestal, which was the main one for her, and there were no more pavilions to add to the pavilion, or more than fifteen minutes’ walk away from the center of Denver; Children, this is for you! Then, in the middle of the children, and especially the children of Colton and Kess, the check of that very mysterious world of miracles.

The front of the hall, where we ate, bore the common name "Call, call - and you will know." All kinds of insects, filled with terariums, avenged all sorts of sounds and calls of creatures, starting with beetles and targanas and ending with spiders. One spore - "Vezha tarantuli" - attracted Cassie and Colton, like a magnet. This tower with terariums was - exactly, as it was indicated in the advertisement - protected by the scum of nature, all sorts of hairy, thin-legged spiders, like either to captivate you with their eyes, or scream at you with a nervous tremtіnnya.

Kess and Colton climbed on a three-step drabin along the ropes, in order to hit baggies on the upper surfaces of the “vezh” chain. In one terarium, he occupied a Mexican white tarantula, covered with a hairy coat, whose splendid skeleton was described in the accompanying text as “zabarvleniya at receptions”. pale color". In another terarium, there is a red-black tarantula that lingers in India. One of the most terrifying-looking meshkans of this reserve was a tarantula-“skeleton”, names so through those that its rear legs were divided into segments by white females, so that the spider itself looked like a skeleton on an x-ray. Later we found out that this tarantula is special and may have a rebellious spirit of the Volociug: one day of wine, as if by rank, having contrived to vibrate from its own place, invaded the court of the cell and zzher at the supper of its own court.

Having moved on his own style, to chirp better, as if looking at that rebellious tarantula, Colton looked at me and chuckled, and that chuckle really warmed my heart. I realized, like my shiny m'yazi relaxed and here, in the middle of the nibi raptom, a kind of valve opened, releasing the overworld tension, - the emotional equivalent of long ago in the breath and see. First of all, for all the months, I rapt wisely, that I am infinitely happy through those that I live in when I have my family.

- Wow! Look at the axle here! - Kessie whimpered, indicating one of the terariums. Slightly clumsy and old-fashioned, my six-fold daughter was completely alive and calm - rice, like she was falling away in front of her mother. Cassie pointed at the tablet, on which it was written: “Ptahoid-goliath. Females reach at the dovzhin over eleven inches.

The copy that is in front of us is less than six inches long, but massive and thick, like Colton's wrist. Vіtrіshchavsya through the slope with unruly and widely flattened eyes. I looked around and shook my head at Sonya wrinkling her nose.

Obviously, one of the ministers also sang his viraz on the guise of Sonya, shards of wine immediately pidiishov and made a short promo for the protection of the ptahoid.

- Goliath comes from Pivdenny America, - having said in a friendly and trochic tone, in which it was clear: "It's not like you stink like you think." - Tarantulas from Pivnichnoy and Pivdennoy America are already hearers and myrrhs. You can calmly take it up to your hands ... Axis yak there. – I pointed at another attendant: that trimau was on the bottom of a small tarantula, and the children froze around, trying to marvel at the new one closer.

There was a noise near the opposite district, and Cassie rushed there to wonder what was there, and Colton and Sonya rushed after her. At the kutka, de bulo, it was sporadzheno, which was guessing a bamboo hut, demonstrating an unparalleled insectary star - a spider on the name of Rosa, a hairy tarantula from Pivdenny America, whose body was covered with erysipelas. Rose's coat was about the size of a plum, and tovst, like an ole, her legs reached six inches in her zadovka. But the most beautiful thing here, from the look of the children, was the axis: if you are not afraid, take Rose in your hand and hold it for a few seconds, then you will look at the sight of the city - a sticker.

Well, if you have small children, then you know what a good sticker is - this whole camp: the children value the hour, lower the coin. And this sticker was really special: it was, with a tarantula instructed on a yellow background and an inscription: “I’m trimming (la) Rose!”

Tse bula was not just a sticker there, but a right sign of valor!

Kessie vpritul went up to the sight and shrugged over his hand, so that Rose could be amazed. Colton looking at me; Yogo black eyes were widely flattened.

- Tatu, can you take the sticker off for me?

- For whom you can take Rosy into the hand, friend.

Already in the same century, Colton could finish the non-violent manner of promo: he sang the words in a serious way, drunkenly and raptly hung up the bottom, nibi in a smart diva. Tse buv sensible, pulling lad, who took light from black and white colors. One was for you to have fun (the Lego constructor), and the other one to be boring (Barbie). Zhu wine either loving (beef steak), or hating (green kvass). The boys of the new one were divided into filthy and kind, and the figurines of good superheroes who fought for justice were his favorite toys: Spiderman, Batman and Buzz Lightyear. The stench was important to Colton. Vіn pulling їхіfrom yourself everywhere, wherever you go. To that, de b not knowing - on the back seat of a pozashlyahovik, at the hall of the chіkuvannya chi on the pіdlozі of the church, - vіn usudi demonstrating and playing scenes, in such colors, glorious lads rallied the light. Ryatuvali, pozumilo, for the help of swords - the beloved of Colton, found a better idea, to overcome evil. And at home, he himself became such a superhero. Often, when I get home, I will knock Colton to the teeth: two swords hung on the belts on both sides, and a sword was in the skin of my hand.

- I'm playing Zorro, tattoo! Do you want to play with me?

Now, Colton’s glance was prickly up to the spider on the valley, and it happened to me that I’d be radiant, yakby at the same moment I had a sword at my hand – I wanted to be a moral pidtrimka. I tried to reveal how a spider is given to a little lad, the size of which is smaller for a chotiri footi. Magnificent, mabut. My son was a hundred-strong cotton - inconsequential and impulsive, like a prote, having drunk on the moors, beetles like other belligerent creatures, forgetting a mustache in the world. True, all the creatures were equally small for the rozmіr, inspire the rіvnіnі z rіzmіrami yogo guise, and even such a long hair, like a new one, they definitely didn’t have.

Cassie made a simple prostration and chuckled at Sonya.

- Mamo, can I touch Rose?

- Good, - said Sonya, - just get your daughters.

Cassie heard herself dressed in black; in front of her were two lads. Colton, not bothering, stalking after him, like a lad, and then they took the girl in his hand majestic spider and, having spent a couple of seconds, took off the sticker on the city, looking at the bazhan. Nezabar the moment of truth has come for Kess. Colton, not staring at his sister, leaned down to my legs, and then, maybe, pragmatically show that you are not afraid of wine antrochs, poking your ass off. Kessie held out her hand, and we shook like Rosie, rearranging one foot after another, swept over the place, made dotik by human hands, looking at Kessie’s small valley from her hands, and then back.

- You got in, - said the watchman. - Well done!

V_n v_d_rvav v_d great roll white-zhovtu sticker and handed її Kessі.

We slapped Sonya in the valleys and saw a cry of triumph.

This obviously didn’t do good to Colton, and not only to the one who’s sister overdid her goodness, but also to the one who got drunk without a sticker. Vin summarily marveling now at the prize, otrimaniy Kessі, then at Rosy, and I’m bachiv, like wine trying to overcome my fear. Nareshti vіn pіdtis ruin, vіdvіv і vіd rosi i turned to me.

“I wanted to take a spider,” he said to the wine.

“Good,” I said. - Wanted, so wanted.

- Can you take the sticker off?

- Too bad! For what you need, take a spider in your hand. Cassie took. You can also take it, if you want. Do you want to take a bite? Want a second?

Colton glancing at the spider, then at his sister, and I chirped, as if the yogo’s eyes were lit up with the devils: Aja Kessy could! I did not taste the spider!

Nareshti vin shook his head vigorously:

– No, I don’t want trimati. Ale otrimati sticker want!

At the same time, Colton guessed that I didn’t feel like it was like a two-month-old VIC - fearful and stale, despite the fact that he stood firmly on his feet and knew what he wanted.

“The only way to take off the sticker is to take Rose in your hand,” said Sonya. - You peven, why don't you want something?

Deputy Deputy Colton, grabbing his matir by the hand and starting to pull її get out of the sight.

- No, I want to marvel at the sea star.

- Are you singing? - Asked Sonya.

Vidchaydno nodding his head, Colton straightening up quickly to the exit.

Todd Burpo, Lynn Vincent

Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back

© 2010 by Todd Burpo

© Vidavnitstvo AST, 2015

© 2010 by Todd Burpo

© Translated by Russian language, Vik Sparov, 2015

© Vidavnitstvo AST, 2015

God is the creator of merit for all trust! I facts, pointed out by this book, confirm the truth of the new light. I know Colton as a national. Already in the early childhood, there was a primal interest in spiritual practice. I remember that there are about three rocks near the city, sitting on my knees, sitting on my knees, marveling at me right in the eyes, asking what I want to drink to heaven if I die. Then they said to me: “Your heart can be blessed with Jesus.” I wholeheartedly recommend this book to everyone: it gives a new perspective on the reality of God, Who is often hoaxed and invisible, but at the right time always come to the rescue.

Phil Harris,

with Wesleyan Churches, Colorado-Nebraska County

The history of Colton could have become a part of the New Testament, but God in the 21st century, having respected for the better turn before us in a special child, as if on the sinless eyes of God, she shook and opened the deacons of the taєmnitsі of the paradise abode. The book rivets respect, and the truth opposes the awake, crying out for help knowing more.

Jo Ann Lyon,

the head of the church with the Wesleyan church

The Bible describes paradise as the place where God lives. This is a real place, as if you will become an eternal abode for all those who have cared for themselves God. In this book, Todd Burpo tells about those who survived yoga, if they had an operation for acute appendicitis. Tse honesty, wide and outrageous rozpovid, which instills hope in the hearts of all those who believe in eternal salvation.

Robert Morris,

pastor of Gateway Church, Southlake, Texas

History, dedicated to near-death experiences, rich, but without reading them; not just reading to someone who knows what you can trust the author. But if I read the title of the book on the obkladinci, I її open it, reveal myself, then close it in no time. Why? The one that I know the author of the book well, that I believe in you. Todd Burpo gives us a miraculous gift: wine and yoga blue lift the curtain over eternity, giving us the opportunity to take a quick look at those who lie on that beak.

Everett Piper,

president of Wesleyan University, Oklahoma, author of Why I'm a Liberal and Other Conservative Ideas

The book is beautifully written, which allows you to look into paradise, which gives masculinity to those who doubt, and the thrill of being buried by the believers.

In this beautiful and well-written book, Colton, a chotirical lad, has gone through anesthesia, having survived the camp of a near-death experience (NDE). I have studied over 1600 types of NDE and with full right I declare that types of NDE can be experienced by children, as if they were at the anesthesia station, at an early age. Ale, to bring such a message about the OSP, I know that Colton’s attitude is dramatic, vinnyatkovy and can serve as a spirit of inspiration for Christians in the whole world.

Geoffrey Long,

MD, co-founder of the Foundation for the Study of Near-Death Experiences, author of Prove the Afterlife: The Science of Near-Death Experiences

"Heaven is real" is a miracle book. She once again confirms that the faith is important in our life - it is important for children, and for grown-ups.

Timothy P. O'Holleran,

doctor of medicine

Deyakі іstorії simply cannot help telling. Von live by themselves. The book, as you hold it in your hands, is one of such stories. Ale won't be deprived of you; won’t be viruє and scream and pіd the hour of your roses will inevitably break through the name of the whispers quietly, who else doesn’t feel about her. I know what will become of you, for it has become of me.

Phil McCallum,

Senior Preacher at Bothell Church, Evergreen Community, Washington

Like a child’s father, like a child, I’ve experienced a marvelous and unreasonable beyond the earthly worlds, I’m holy at the same time from my family and share my joy with the drive of victory - and I’ve made a glimpse of that vision of an unknown history.

Truly I tell you, if you do not become wild and you will not be like a child, you will not go to the Kingdom of Heaven.

Jesus the Nazarene (Matthew 18:3)

Podiaka

Preparing for the publication of the history of Colton, we took away the opportunity to work not only with the help of our right professionals, but also with the respectful and right-handed people. Undoubtedly, this knowledge of that knowledge struck us from Sonya with great hostility, and even the greater world we were consumed by their character and cordiality.

Phil McCallum, Joel Knidler, Lynn Vincent and Debbie Vikvayer not only put their lives into this book, but made our whole family spiritually rich. Without their naming sensations, that spiritual strangeness, the book “Paradise is in reality” would not have seemed such a miracle.

Today, we offer God a prayer of gratitude for those who, at once, took these gifted and talented people, so that the stench helped us spread the story of Colton. Kozhen і from them becoming for us the right blessings.

We shanue Sonya for the invisible honor and privilege to call them your friends.

Prologue
Angeli at Arbi

The celebration of the Independence Day reminds me of the memory of the patriotic parade, the appetizing smells of barbecue greased on the grill, licorice popcorn and the night sky, illuminated by bright flashes. But for my family, the rest of the saint's days in 2003 became a great support for other reasons.

Me and Sonya, my retinue, and the children planned to destroy the Sioux Falls, Dakota, to see Steve, Sonya's brother, that yoga family. And now look at Bennett, the nephew, who was born two months ago. Before that, our children, Kessie and Colton, had never run down the falls before. (So, so, Sioux Falls has famous waterfalls, which is how they are called - Sioux Falls.) Golovne - from those memories is dearer to the place of Greeley, Colorado, which we killed in the birch month and turned into a stingy nightmare for all our homeland, we long ago deprived our native town of Imperial, Nebraska.

As you say out of the door, then in the course of the rest of the journey, one of our children, the ice did not die. You can call it madness, but at that time we were driven by unimaginable fears and perceptions, and right now it came to the point that we simply didn’t want to go anywhere. As a pastor of the church, I do not believe in zabobony, and I myself am not zabobonny, but as if it were supernatural, infallible to me, a part of my daily life suggested that, for the time being, we are resting at home and tied with our house, we are safe. Ale zreshtoy razum - that inexhaustible banquet of Bennett, the most glorious little baby in the world, as if to believe the words of Steve, - taking the mountain. That is why we stuffed our Ford Expedition with special speeches and all sorts of other things, which are not enough for the day, and were preparing to break on the pivnich.

M s Sonya settled on the fact that it’s best to ride at night, more, if we want the chotirical Colton, we fasten to the seat with a safety belt, but always try to resist against my will (“I’m a great lad, tattoo!” - ring out overwhelmed with wine), and so , prinaimni, є nadiya, scho most part of the road of wines is just spat. Thenceforth, it was the middle of the ninth evening, when I left my Ford from the parking lot of our booth, passed through Crossroads Wellness Church, served as a pastor, and left on highway number 61.

Above the plains, a clear, bezkhmarna nothing prostyaglasya; on the dark oxamite sky, the crescent crescent brightly crumpled. Imperial - a small farmer's place that stumbled across the beer cordon of the state of Nebraska. With this, two hundred souls and a full day of road fires, more middle-of-the-way places, more churches, lower banks, and at the same hour farmers , sho hanging belya belts, recognized for the fencing of the fence, turning from the fields, loudly flocked and settled in the mіstsevoy family cafe. Falls to pamper his newborn cousin.

Ninety miles that greeted us from the town of North Platte, the children spoke and played, moreover, Colton, who portrayed himself as a superhero, led the global battles of his own and become, having contrived for the whole hour this time to win the world in death. It wasn't even ten when we were in the city with 24,000 bagels, whose greatest claim to fame is to be born in this city, the most famous in the whole Wild Sunset, cowboy and showman Buffalo Bill Cody. North Platte is the last point of civilization (otherwise, we know, the rest of the civilized grain is available to us), as the evening passed, the first time to break down on the trail through the majestic expanses of cornfields, there is nothing, beech farmer's fallow deer, pheasants. Therefore, we planned ahead of time to add a tooth here, to fill the gas tank, and then our water hoses.

Having refueled at the gas station in Sinclair, we drove off to Jeffers Street, and I, passing by the sign of the light for, guessing that the yakbees had turned the levoruch on us, then we got away from the Regional Medical Center, the very one we spent fifteen flies in the birch days, most of them stand on their knees and pray to God for those who vryatuvav Colton life. God, having felt our prayers, alemy from Sonya, from that hour, were hotly roasted from this drive, which had a heavy burden on us rich fates of life.

Sometimes smіh - the best way to forget about the heavy burdens of life, so, having passed the turn, I have broken the troch to tease Colton.

- Hey, Colton, - I said, - as if we are beastly right here, then I’ll go back to the liquorice. Do you want to go back to the clinic?

That one laughed at the darkness.

- No, I don't want a tattoo! Better bring Cassie. Axis out, you definitely want to get to the clinic!

The sister (there was a charge from him) also laughed:

- Well, no! I don't want to go there!

Sonya turned from the passenger seat to the blue, whose child's seat was itself behind mine. I didn’t look good, but then I showed him his short haircut and bright eyes that shone in the darkness.

- Colton, do you remember the liquor? - Asked Sonya.

- So, mom, I remember, - vіdpovіv vіn. - Angels were sleeping to me there.

The hour of the middle of the machine has begun to chirp. M and Sonya marveled one on one, exchanging silent food: "Win To tell the truth, what did I feel?

Sonya braced herself before me and whispered:

- Win you talking about angels?

I shook my head defiantly.

- And you?

Vaughn stole it.

I turned to the Arbi restaurant, entered the parking lot and turned off the engine. From the streets of the krіz vіkna avtomobilіl oozed out the white light of the street lighter. As if turning around on my seat, I turned back to the guise of Colton. I remember, at that moment I was struck by how much wine is small and cotton-like tendencies. This is just a little lad, in whose voice there was a distinct (and sometimes muffled) wide innocence. As if you are the fathers themselves, then you will understand what I may be doing: this century, if a child, pointing a finger at a woman, you can (already loudly) ask: “Tatu, why is this titka so tovsta?” Colton still having to talk to him about the expanse of life to the fringed one, de yom were in tact, no treachery. All these thoughts gleamed in my head, while I tried to think up, how to react to the statement of my choirirical son about those that angels sang this song. Nareshti, I'm worried.

- Colton, did your angels sleep while you were lying at the hospital? Did you say that?

Vin nodded his head.

- Why did the stinks sleep with you?

Colton rolled his eyes and squinted his trochs to the right - a guessing posture is typical for him.

– Well, they sang “Jesus love me” and “Jesus fought for Jerichon”, – seriously sang. - I asked them to sleep "We will destroy you", but they did not want to stink.

Kessie quietly giggled, and I lost my respect for those who sound like Colton's sound as if it were everyday and prosaic, as if it were sensible, and sounding wines quickly, without a hint of confusion.

Mi and Sonya again exchanged glances, as if it were seeming: What do you think? Did you succeed or did you dream?

And then one more non-visualizing sumniv: “And how are we to react on the spot?”

And here my head has wine with a whole lot of natural nutrition.

- Colton, how did the angels look? - I asked my son.

Vіn laughed radiantly, first guessing.

“Well, one of them looks like Father Dennis, if I don’t want to, I’d like to wear eyepieces.

Let's sweat it out once more seriously.

“Papa, Jesus punished the angels so that the stench would sleep on me, for I was already afraid. I got shorter.

Jesus?

I looked again at Sonya: she was sitting there, opening her mouth. I turn back to Colton.

– Hiba there buv Jesus?

My son nodding and sighing like that, I didn’t think about the podium, I’ll notice no more, even if the sun appeared on our doorstep:

- So, there is buv Jesus.

– De same buv Jesus?

Colton looked at me at the vіchі.

- I'm sitting at New's bedside table.

Yakby in conversations, like at trains, there were stop cranes, then one of them was ghosts at the diyu just at once. Having spent wondering for the gift of movement, we marveled at Sonya one on one, exchanging one more messengers: "We should seriously talk about it."

We went out of the car and straightened everything to Arbi, the stars went out for a sprat of whilin from the package, let's recap. On the way, we caught up with Sonya in whispers and exchanged a lot of remarks.

- Do you really think, what are the faults of the angels?

- BUT Jesus?!

- Really, I don't know.

- Maybe, tse bov dream?

- I do not know. - Vіn seems to be more pronounced.

If we got into the car and Sonya gave us sandwiches with roast beef and bags of potato chips, I had one more meal.

- Colton, and de ti buv, if bachiv Jesus?

Vin looked at me like that, nibi nіbi: “Hiba didn’t we talk about everything?”

- At the likarni, de OK! Well, if Dr. O'Holleran took care of me.

- Dr. O'Holleran took care of you girls, remember? - I asked. Colton at the dispensary had a term operation for the removal of appendicitis, then an operation for bowel cleansing, and then again they took Colton, so that he could see the keloid scars, but he was already not in the dispensary, but in the clinic of Dr. O'Holleran. - You wonder, what happened to the likarni?

Colton nodded his head.

- So, at the liquorice. If I was with Jesus, you prayed, and my mother phoned.

There was no doubt: it was about the liquor. Hello God! Do you know the stars of wine, de mi buli?

- Colton, but you were in the operating room, - I said. - How did you know what we were doing?

- I'm looking forward to you, - Colton said simply and in a peremptory tone. - I'm viyshov from the body, marveling down and bachiv, like a doctor takes care of my body. I bachiv you that mother. You were alone at a small room and prayed, and my mother was in another room, she was praying and talking on the phone.

Qi words Colton zvorushil me to the depths of the soul. Sonya marveled at me with wide eyes (I never looked at her with such wide eyes), but she didn’t say anything - she just stared at me with the daily look of a grizzly sandwich.

At that moment, I simply could not blame more. I moved the engine, I drove the Ford on the highway and straightened it near Pivnichnaya Dakota. Along the sides of the highway I-80, as we rushed, stretched out endless flocks, poking here and there with stakes and swaying plants that shone with silver at the moonlight. It was already pizno, and without a hitch the children, as they talked to me, fell asleep.

Marveling at the road that spread out in front of me, I wondered in wonder how much I felt. Our little son has become absolutely nameless - and confirming the information that he deserves to trust, moreover, it’s simply not a moment to know for sure. We did not tell you what they were doing and what they were doing while lying in the operating room, resting in the anesthesia station, because, by logic, not tired.

I nourished myself anew and anew: Yak vin found out about tse? Ale, at that hour, if we crossed the cordon to the state of Pivdenna Dakota, I was already interested in the same food: “ Chi could be true?»

Chapter 1
insectarium

Our family is dearer, that it turned into a nightmare, it was conceived like a Christmas trip. On the very first day of Birch 2003, fate needed to go to the right of the service to go to Greeley, Colorado, to the district representatives for the sake of the pastors of the Wesleyan church. And everything started at the serpni 2002 rock; then our family was kinder, more we stepped on thorny paths, misfortune and bad luck: this month of uninterrupted injuries and ailments, including a bad leg, two surgeries and a diagnosis of cancer, and all this is multiplied by financial difficulties; our rahunok at the bank used to draw up to such a distance that, if the receipts and payment reminders came in, I just felt the sounds that were given by them. My modest salary as a pastor and it was difficult, fortunately, did not come across, but the stench subdued our main financial stronghold, our private business - ground garage doors, like we were led. That and our medical problems also cost us pennies.

Ale to a fierce situation, perhaps, radically changed to a better one: we got up and got on our feet. And the oscars of me, all the same, needed to go, we did it again to remake the service trip to the banner podium, to our own turning point in our family life - a little more, to be more, to refresh the mind and soul and with a new hope to collapse in life far away.

Sonya, for some reason, knew about one more mile of a place, even more popular with the devils. It was outside of Denver and was called the Pavilion of Metelikiv. Widely advertised as a “zoo for spineless creatures”, “Pavilion Metelikiv” was launched in 1995 as a starting and lighting center, exclamations to know people with the wonders of the world of comakhs and sea creatures of that gatunka that lingers lingering at the tide-filled lakes I guess. At the entrance to the zoo, a majestic colored metal sculpture of a praying mantis in the position of prayer gleamed. But in 2003, there were no more gigantic comaches on the pedestal, which was the main one for her, and there were no more pavilions to add to the pavilion, or more than fifteen minutes’ walk away from the center of Denver; Children, this is for you! Then, in the middle of the children, and especially the children of Colton and Kess, the check of that very mysterious world of miracles.

The front of the hall, where we ate, bore the common name "Call, call - and you will know." All kinds of insects, filled with terariums, avenged all sorts of sounds and calls of creatures, starting with beetles and targanas and ending with spiders. One spore - "Vezha tarantuli" - attracted Cassie and Colton, like a magnet. This tower with terariums was - exactly, as it was indicated in the advertisement - protected by the scum of nature, all sorts of hairy, thin-legged spiders, like either to captivate you with their eyes, or scream at you with a nervous tremtіnnya.

Kess and Colton climbed on a three-step drabin along the ropes, in order to hit baggies on the upper surfaces of the “vezh” chain. In one terarium, he occupied a Mexican white tarantula, covered with a hairy coat, whose splendid skeleton was described in the supra text as "zabarvleniya at the reception of a blue color." In another terarium, there is a red-black tarantula that lingers in India. One of the most terrifying-looking meshkans of this reserve was a tarantula-“skeleton”, names so through those that its rear legs were divided into segments by white females, so that the spider itself looked like a skeleton on an x-ray. Later we found out that this tarantula is special and may have a rebellious spirit of the Volociug: one day of wine, as if by rank, having contrived to vibrate from its own place, invaded the court of the cell and zzher at the supper of its own court.

Having moved on his own style, to chirp better, as if looking at that rebellious tarantula, Colton looked at me and chuckled, and that chuckle really warmed my heart. I realized, like my shiny m'yazi relaxed and here, in the middle of the nibi raptom, a kind of valve opened, releasing the overworld tension, - the emotional equivalent of long ago in the breath and see. First of all, for all the months, I rapt wisely, that I am infinitely happy through those that I live in when I have my family.

- Wow! Look at the axle here! - Kessie whimpered, indicating one of the terariums. Slightly clumsy and old-fashioned, my six-fold daughter was completely alive and calm - rice, like she was falling away in front of her mother. Cassie pointed at the tablet, on which it was written: “Ptahoid-goliath. Females reach at the dovzhin over eleven inches.

The copy that is in front of us is less than six inches long, but massive and thick, like Colton's wrist. Vіtrіshchavsya through the slope with unruly and widely flattened eyes. I looked around and shook my head at Sonya wrinkling her nose.

Obviously, one of the ministers also sang his viraz on the guise of Sonya, shards of wine immediately pidiishov and made a short promo for the protection of the ptahoid.

- Goliath hails from Northern America, - having said in a friendly and slightly lower tone, he clearly felt: "They don't stink as badly as you think." - Tarantulas from Pivnichnoy and Pivdennoy America are already hearers and myrrhs. You can calmly take it up to your hands ... Axis yak there. – I pointed at another attendant: that trimau was on the bottom of a small tarantula, and the children froze around, trying to marvel at the new one closer.

There was a noise near the opposite district, and Cassie rushed there to wonder what was there, and Colton and Sonya rushed after her. At the kutka, de bulo, it was sporadzheno, which was guessing a bamboo hut, demonstrating an unparalleled insectary star - a spider on the name of Rosa, a hairy tarantula from Pivdenny America, whose body was covered with erysipelas. Rose's coat was about the size of a plum, and tovst, like an ole, her legs reached six inches in her zadovka. But the most beautiful thing here, from the look of the children, was the axis: if you are not afraid, take Rose in your hand and hold it for a few seconds, then you will look at the sight of the city - a sticker.

Well, if you have small children, then you know what a good sticker is - this whole camp: the children value the hour, lower the coin. And this sticker was really special: it was, with a tarantula instructed on a yellow background and an inscription: “I’m trimming (la) Rose!”

Tse bula was not just a sticker there, but a right sign of valor!

Kessie vpritul went up to the sight and shrugged over his hand, so that Rose could be amazed. Colton looking at me; Yogo black eyes were widely flattened.

- Tatu, can you take the sticker off for me?

- For whom you can take Rosy into the hand, friend.

Already in the same century, Colton could finish the non-violent manner of promo: he sang the words in a serious way, drunkenly and raptly hung up the bottom, nibi in a smart diva. Tse buv sensible, pulling lad, like spriymav light in black and white tones. One was for you to have fun (the Lego constructor), and the other one to be boring (Barbie). Zhu wine either loving (beef steak), or hating (green kvass). The boys of the new one were divided into filthy and kind, and the figurines of good superheroes who fought for justice were his favorite toys: Spiderman, Batman and Buzz Lightyear. The stench was important to Colton. Vіn pulling їхіfrom yourself everywhere, wherever you go. To that, de b not knowing - on the back seat of a pozashlyahovik, at the hall of the chіkuvannya chi on the pіdlozі of the church, - vіn usudi demonstrating and playing scenes, in such colors, glorious lads rallied the light. Ryatuvali, pozumilo, for the help of swords - the beloved of Colton, found a better idea, to overcome evil. And at home, he himself became such a superhero. Often, when I get home, I will knock Colton to the teeth: two swords hung on the belts on both sides, and a sword was in the skin of my hand.

- I'm playing Zorro, tattoo! Do you want to play with me?

Now, Colton’s glance was prickly up to the spider on the valley, and it happened to me that I’d be radiant, yakby at the same moment I had a sword at my hand – I wanted to be a moral pidtrimka. I tried to reveal how a spider is given to a little lad, the size of which is smaller for a chotiri footi. Magnificent, mabut. My son was a hundred-strong cotton - inconsequential and impulsive, like a prote, having drunk on the moors, beetles like other belligerent creatures, forgetting a mustache in the world. True, all the creatures were equally small for the rozmіr, inspire the rіvnіnі z rіzmіrami yogo guise, and even such a long hair, like a new one, they definitely didn’t have.

Cassie made a simple prostration and chuckled at Sonya.

- Mamo, can I touch Rose?

- Good, - said Sonya, - just get your daughters.

Cassie heard herself dressed in black; in front of her were two lads. Colton did not hesitate to follow him, like a lad on the cob, and then the girl took the majestic spider in her hand and, after rubbing it for a few seconds, took off the sticker in front of the city. Nezabar the moment of truth has come for Kess. Colton, not staring at his sister, leaned down to my legs, and then, maybe, pragmatically show that you are not afraid of wine antrohi, poking his troch up. Kessie held out her hand, and we shook like Rosie, rearranging one foot after another, swept over the place, made dotik by human hands, looking at Kessie’s small valley from her hands, and then back.

- You got in, - said the watchman. - Well done!

V_n v_d_rvav v_d great roll white-zhovtu sticker and handed її Kessі.

We slapped Sonya in the valleys and saw a cry of triumph.

This obviously didn’t do good to Colton, and not only to the one who’s sister overdid her goodness, but also to the one who got drunk without a sticker. Vin summarily marveling now at the prize, otrimaniy Kessі, then at Rosy, and I’m bachiv, like wine trying to overcome my fear. Nareshti vіn pіdtis ruin, vіdvіv і vіd rosi i turned to me.

“I wanted to take a spider,” he said to the wine.

“Good,” I said. - Wanted, so wanted.

- Can you take the sticker off?

- Too bad! For what you need, take a spider in your hand. Cassie took. You can also take it, if you want. Do you want to take a bite? Want a second?

Colton glancing at the spider, then at his sister, and I chirped, as if the yogo’s eyes were lit up with the devils: Aja Kessy could! I did not taste the spider!

Nareshti vin shook his head vigorously:

– No, I don’t want trimati. Ale otrimati sticker want!

At the same time, Colton guessed that I didn’t feel like it was like a two-month-old VIC - fearful and stale, despite the fact that he stood firmly on his feet and knew what he wanted.

“The only way to take off the sticker is to take Rose in your hand,” said Sonya. - You peven, why don't you want something?

Deputy Deputy Colton, grabbing his matir by the hand and starting to pull її get out of the sight.

- No, I want to marvel at the sea star.

- Are you singing? - Asked Sonya.

Vidchaydno nodding his head, Colton straightening up quickly to the exit.

Todd Burpo, Lyn Vincent

Heaven is real! Vrazhayuchaya history is more expensive little boy to heaven and back

Todd Burpo, Lynn Vincent

Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back

© 2010 by Todd Burpo

© Vidavnitstvo AST, 2015

© 2010 by Todd Burpo

© Translated by Russian language, Vik Sparov, 2015

© Vidavnitstvo AST, 2015

God is the creator of merit for all trust! I facts, pointed out by this book, confirm the truth of the new light. I know Colton as a national. Already in the early childhood, there was a primal interest in spiritual practice. I remember that there are about three rocks near the city, sitting on my knees, sitting on my knees, marveling at me right in the eyes, asking what I want to drink to heaven if I die. Then they said to me: “Your heart can be blessed with Jesus.” I wholeheartedly recommend this book to everyone: it gives a new perspective on the reality of God, Who is often hoaxed and invisible, but at the right time always come to the rescue.

Phil Harris,

with Wesleyan Churches, Colorado-Nebraska County

The history of Colton could have become a part of the New Testament, but God in the 21st century, having respected for the better turn before us in a special child, as if on the sinless eyes of God, she shook and opened the deacons of the taєmnitsі of the paradise abode. The book rivets respect, and the truth opposes the awake, crying out for help knowing more.

Jo Ann Lyon,

the head of the church with the Wesleyan church

The Bible describes paradise as the place where God lives. This is a real place, as if you will become an eternal abode for all those who have cared for themselves God. In this book, Todd Burpo tells about those who survived yoga, if they had an operation for acute appendicitis. Tse honesty, wide and outrageous rozpovid, which instills hope in the hearts of all those who believe in eternal salvation.

Robert Morris,

pastor of Gateway Church, Southlake, Texas

History, dedicated to near-death experiences, rich, but without reading them; not just reading to someone who knows what you can trust the author. But if I read the title of the book on the obkladinci, I її open it, reveal myself, then close it in no time. Why? The one that I know the author of the book well, that I believe in you. Todd Burpo gives us a miraculous gift: wine and yoga blue lift the curtain over eternity, giving us the opportunity to take a quick look at those who lie on that beak.

Everett Piper,

president of Wesleyan University, Oklahoma, author of Why I'm a Liberal and Other Conservative Ideas

The book is beautifully written, which allows you to look into paradise, which gives masculinity to those who doubt, and the thrill of being buried by the believers.

In this beautiful and well-written book, Colton, a chotirical lad, has gone through anesthesia, having survived the camp of a near-death experience (NDE). I have studied over 1600 types of NDE and with full right I declare that types of NDE can be experienced by children, as if they were at the anesthesia station, at an early age. Ale, to bring such a message about the OSP, I know that Colton’s attitude is dramatic, vinnyatkovy and can serve as a spirit of inspiration for Christians in the whole world.

Geoffrey Long,

MD, co-founder of the Foundation for the Study of Near-Death Experiences, author of Prove the Afterlife: The Science of Near-Death Experiences

"Heaven is real" is a miracle book. She once again confirms that the faith is important in our life - it is important for children, and for grown-ups.

Timothy P. O'Holleran,

doctor of medicine

Deyakі іstorії simply cannot help telling. Von live by themselves. The book, as you hold it in your hands, is one of such stories. Ale won't be deprived of you; won’t be viruє and scream and pіd the hour of your roses will inevitably break through the name of the whispers quietly, who else doesn’t feel about her. I know what will become of you, for it has become of me.

Phil McCallum,

Senior Preacher at Bothell Church, Evergreen Community, Washington

Like a child’s father, like a child, I’ve experienced a marvelous and unreasonable beyond the earthly worlds, I’m holy at the same time from my family and share my joy with the drive of victory - and I’ve made a glimpse of that vision of an unknown history.

Truly I tell you, if you do not become wild and you will not be like a child, you will not go to the Kingdom of Heaven.

Jesus the Nazarene (Matthew 18:3)

Podiaka

Preparing for the publication of the history of Colton, we took away the opportunity to work not only with the help of our right professionals, but also with the respectful and right-handed people. Undoubtedly, this knowledge of that knowledge struck us from Sonya with great hostility, and even the greater world we were consumed by their character and cordiality.

Phil McCallum, Joel Knidler, Lynn Vincent and Debbie Vikvayer not only put their lives into this book, but made our whole family spiritually rich. Without their naming sensations, that spiritual strangeness, the book “Paradise is in reality” would not have seemed such a miracle.

Today, we offer God a prayer of gratitude for those who, at once, took these gifted and talented people, so that the stench helped us spread the story of Colton. Kozhen і from them becoming for us the right blessings.

We shanue Sonya for the invisible honor and privilege to call them your friends.

Angeli at Arbi

The celebration of the Independence Day reminds me of the memory of the patriotic parade, the appetizing smells of barbecue greased on the grill, licorice popcorn and the night sky, illuminated by bright flashes. But for my family, the rest of the saint's days in 2003 became a great support for other reasons.

Me and Sonya, my retinue, and the children planned to destroy the Sioux Falls, Dakota, to see Steve, Sonya's brother, that yoga family. And now look at Bennett, the nephew, who was born two months ago. Before that, our children, Kessie and Colton, had never run down the falls before. (So, so, Sioux Falls has famous waterfalls, which is how they are called - Sioux Falls.) Golovne - from those memories is dearer to the place of Greeley, Colorado, which we killed in the birch month and turned into a stingy nightmare for all our homeland, we long ago deprived our native town of Imperial, Nebraska.

As you say out of the door, then in the course of the rest of the journey, one of our children, the ice did not die. You can call it madness, but at that time we were driven by unimaginable fears and perceptions, and right now it came to the point that we simply didn’t want to go anywhere. As a pastor of the church, I do not believe in zabobony, and I myself am not zabobonny, but as if it were supernatural, infallible to me, a part of my daily life suggested that, for the time being, we are resting at home and tied with our house, we are safe. Ale zreshtoy razum - that inexhaustible banquet of Bennett, the most glorious little baby in the world, as if to believe the words of Steve, - taking the mountain. That is why we stuffed our Ford Expedition with special speeches and all sorts of other things, which are not enough for the day, and were preparing to break on the pivnich.

M s Sonya settled on the fact that it’s best to ride at night, more, if we want the chotirical Colton, we fasten to the seat with a safety belt, but always try to resist against my will (“I’m a great lad, tattoo!” - ring out overwhelmed with wine), and so , prinaimni, є nadiya, scho most part of the road of wines is just spat. Thenceforth, it was the middle of the ninth evening, when I left my Ford from the parking lot of our booth, passed through Crossroads Wellness Church, served as a pastor, and left on highway number 61.

Above the plains, a clear, bezkhmarna nothing prostyaglasya; on the dark oxamite sky, the crescent crescent brightly crumpled. Imperial - a small farmer's place that stumbled across the beer cordon of the state of Nebraska. With this, two hundred souls and a full day of road fires, more middle-of-the-way places, more churches, lower banks, and at the same hour farmers , sho hanging belya belts, recognized for the fencing of the fence, turning from the fields, loudly flocked and settled in the mіstsevoy family cafe. Falls to pamper his newborn cousin.

Ninety miles that greeted us from the town of North Platte, the children spoke and played, moreover, Colton, who portrayed himself as a superhero, led the global battles of his own and become, having contrived for the whole hour this time to win the world in death. It wasn't even ten when we were in the city with 24,000 bagels, whose greatest claim to fame is to be born in this city, the most famous in the whole Wild Sunset, cowboy and showman Buffalo Bill Cody. North Platte is the last point of civilization (otherwise, we know, the rest of the civilized grain is available to us), as the evening passed, the first time to break down on the trail through the majestic expanses of cornfields, there is nothing, beech farmer's fallow deer, pheasants. Therefore, we planned ahead of time to add a tooth here, to fill the gas tank, and then our water hoses.

Heaven is real! Vrazhayuchaya history dear little boy to the sky that back Lynn Vincent, Todd Burpo

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Title: Heaven is real! Vrazhayuchaya history dear little boy to the sky that back
Author: Lynn Vincent, Todd Burpo
Rick: 2010
Genre: Foreign esoteric and religious literature, Religion: other

About the book “Heaven is real! A striking story makes a little boy go to heaven and back” Lyn Vincent, Todd Burpo

What checks on us after death? Chi will be empty there abo new World, beautiful, our lower? We will be happy there, whom we will learn, and what will happen after that, how can we get there? For all the power of the already є vіdpovіdі іd іd people, іkі z іtіh іnchih іnshih slumped on the brink of death, left our world аnd the corner of the eye flickered those who check dermal protection from us beyond the boundary.

Book by Lynn Vincent and Todd Burpeaux Heaven is Real! A striking story is dearer to a little lad to heaven and back ”- this is the story of a child about those who won when they left our world.

Colton was less lucky if he needed a term for that complicated operation. So it went wrong and the child died for a day. Under the hour, cherish your souls and wines, having visited the city, as everyone calls Raym. Vіn told his amazing story about those who saw it there. On the confirmation of the words of the boy, you must prove it. So, for example, the little one could not know about those that his father did not make a national girl, like Colton is wise in heaven.

Colton's father is the priest of the church near the city, where the family lives. Tobto all this I believe in the Almighty. And yet, nothing could be imagined, that this child could reveal the light of his wondrous story about those who live there in Heaven.

Colton himself, as stated in the book “Heaven is real! A striking story makes a little boy go to heaven and back” Lyn Vincent and Todd Burpo, tell about those how the angels sang songs to you. Here you can see the humor, even if the boy asked them to sleep a song today, but the angels moved. The stench looked like I was going to go, but they didn’t show up with him. The stench slept only to the one that the child was afraid of, and then the song calmed down. So Colton told about those that the angels slept on Jesus' sleep, and sat on the knees of some child.

Come on, the whole story of Colton is like moving a child from the ward to Heaven and back. Tobto the little one told about the angels, but at the same time, he clearly remembers those who were at that hour in the operating room. For yoga words, Tato prayed for that hour, and my mother phoned someone. І such details and marvelous zbіgіv in the book Lynn Vincent and Todd Burpo are more and more rich.

Virity chi ni u tsyu istoriyu - on the right of the skin reader. Obviously, skeptics, yakі can know a lot of non-sequitur. Until then, it’s more than a book, and in it you can write everything you want. Ale є y tі, who just want to believe in the light that is more beautiful, in those who send death on us, check the light, de mi zstrіnemo our dead relatives and become happier in a right way.

Book Heaven is Real! Fighting the story of a little lad to heaven and back ”Lin Vincent and Todd Berpo - it’s just telling the story of a lad, who was far away to talk about, about how rich someone from us can only guess. Tse help is more expensive to Paradise, de є Angels, like they sing songs that calm the skin that they are afraid of boasting. Read this history of the varto to the skin, wanting to see that it is written in a rather stilted and unspoken way. Virazi the little one himself is already grown up and can’t believe the drive.

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