The happiest moment of my life week 9, 2010

I had travelled a lot from one part of the country to the other without a scratch. In fact not long ago I had driven the fellowship’s coaster bus all the way to Jos ariving the following day since we had vehicle problems on the way. The return journey had been a pleasure, we got back to Enugu in good speed in a little more than eight hours without so much as a flat tyre. Perhaps that was why I hesitated when I suddenly remembered I had not prayed whilst in my cousin’s car as he drove that morning towards Sapele in mid western Nigeria. “I’ve been on many journeys and arrived safely so...” Nonetheless I prayed, silently, while sitting in the backseat. “Pray against an accident” came into my consciousness. I did not do it. Was it not enough that I had prayed?
We made a stop along the way and I moved to the passenger seat; becoming drowsy as the Peugeot 504 saloon took us beyond the Niger bridge at Onitsha towards our destination. I came awake forcefully when the car suddenly began moving from side to side and shaking. One tyre had developed a fault. “It’s alright, it’s alright...” my cousin called out confidently; but quickly we veered off the road towards the bushes. The car summersaulted and I was thrown out; I was not wearing a seat belt. While all this was going on the thought came into my mind: “Supposing you die now, where will you be?” The answer came immediately without conscious effort: “in heaven.” In danger of death a complete assurance with joy beyond any previous experience came over me. It was the happiest moment I ever had.
You know, some years before this accident my teacher had spoken of heaven in my hearing. He said the most important thing in life is to be ready for heaven and those words went deep into my heart; I realised I was not ready. I had been brought up in Sunday School but had the wrong impression God would add up my good deeds and subtract my bad deeds from their number, and if I had any good deeds left I would qualify for heaven. I asked God to forgive me and make me ready for heaven. Later I understood the gospel: heaven is not a reward for good deeds but an inheritance for those who trust Jesus Christ the Son of God to set them free from the power of sin and live their lives in Him. I gladly invited Jesus into my heart and He came in.
I suddenly became aware I was sitting down and looked around to see where I was. Tall grasses around me, brown earth below... “this is not heaven,” I said within me. Some grasses parted as my cousin came running to meet me, and inquire if I was okay. I had no injuries, and felt no pains so assured him I was. “Sit down” he urged me when I tried to get up. Unfortunately a young man at the back was seriously wounded and bleeding. I was told in panic he had tried to jump out to safety. He died that day. Where did he go to? I do not know.
1Jn 5:13(MKJV) I have written these things to you who believe on the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have everlasting life, and that you may believe on the name of the Son of God.