In 2009, one day I just felt compelled to go check the laundry room in the apartment complex where I lived. I walked down the stairs, doubled back, and passed my downstairs neighbor Linda's door.
I saw her newspaper sitting on her door mat. With no logical reason to back it up, I decided this meant she is dead. I think my mouth opened. I wondered to myself, "What should I do? Should I force open the door? Get the manager? What will I say to the manager?" Then I heard the Holy Spirit, "Pray for her."
I began to pace back and forth in front of her door. "Oh God, please help Linda," I was saying. "Don't let her die," I said. I prayed a little in tongues because I did not know how to pray for a neighbor who is maybe dead inside her apartment.
Then, the Holy Spirit said, "Pray for her to rise from the dead." So, very amazed, and now a little fearful because I realized she must really be dead, not just in a fearful part of my imagination, I began to pray, "Oh, God, please raise her from the dead." As soon as I said that, I really felt the Holy Spirit come into me in a strong way. Louder, I said again, "Please raise her from the dead, Lord. Please even raise her from the dead!" I felt really good about that. I prayed a few more lines, and I just felt the work was completed. There was no more need to pray, and I knew it.
I didn't even check the laundry room.
I didn't see her for two weeks. When I did, she called out to me excitedly, "Hey! Do you know where I've been? Do you know why you haven't seen me?"
"No," I answered.
"I was dead!" She said. Two weeks ago I went into arrest downtown. The medics came, but I died. They only were able to revive me at the hospital. Did you know that?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "God told me."