By Tynan Barnes
When I was 17 years old, I was an avid baseball player in high school. I loved baseball with a passion. On March 4, 1999, we had a game. Unfortunately, I had forgotten my baseball equipment at home. Without telling my coaches, I decided to drive home quickly in my 1967 Ford Mustang. I retrieved my gear and began the short trip back to school. I was only about 30 seconds from my house when I came to a four-way stop sign. I approached at the same time as a large truck. We both stopped. Not a big surprise. The truck motioned to me to go first, and I did because I was in a hurry to get back to school. Away I went and BAM! I was hit by another truck that had failed to stop at the stop sign. He hit me on the driver side door. I heard his horn and the screeching of his tires, but the next thing that happened was I found myself standing. WOW! Why was I no longer in my car? I looked around and realized I was in heaven.
I knew that I was dead. When I realized this I began to walk forward and felt someone holding my right hand. I looked down and saw Jesus’ hand in mine. I was comforted by this and decided to turn around to say goodbye to all that I knew. When I did, God began to show me people I knew and people I didn’t know. I turned back around to continue walking but God spoke. He said to me, “It’s not your time yet.” When He spoke, His words permeated my very being. I blinked and saw that I was back in my car. The pain began to set into my body. I arrived at the hospital and for over seven hours I was on a stretcher being examined and poked. My pelvic bone had been broken in three places and my spleen had been lacerated. I had four broken ribs in my back, my left lung had collapsed and my right lung had three holes in it. The very hand that I used to play baseball was broken. The thumb was broken, dislocated and the ligaments all torn.
I had been walking down a path to pursue baseball with a Christian mark stamped on it, but God had other plans for me. Today we are pursuing His passions and reaching His people who are lost.