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He Did Not Let Him Die

In the last church I pastored, the Sunday School superintendent, a pumper in the East Texas oil fields, fell off the engine house down into the machinery.
As I drove through town, someone stopped me and said, “Did you know that Brother Haynes is dead?”
I said, “No, he isn’t dead. I was just out on the lease fifteen minutes ago talking to him.”
“Well, after you left, he climbed up on the engine house and fell down into the machinery, and he is dead.” I hurried back to the lease and made my way through the crowd to the engine house, where Brother Haynes lay on the ground. I knelt beside him.

Dr. Garret, the physician who had been summoned, said to me, “Brother Hagin, I thought he was dead; however, he isn’t quite dead yet. But he is dying. He will never regain consciousness. We can’t move him; he will die lying right here. I wish you would take Mrs. Haynes aside and prepare her.” I took Sister Haynes by the arm to lead her to one side, but

before I could say a word to her she said, “Dr. Garret doesn’t think Daddy will live, does he?”
“No, he doesn’t,” I answered.
She looked up and smiled through her tears and said, “Isn’t it wonderful that you and I have ‘inside information’?”
I said, “It surely is!”
We prayed. He kept on living.

The ambulance waited about an hour and a half. Finally, Dr. Garret said, “Well, let’s try to get him to the hospital. I didn’t think he would live this long.”
I rode in the ambulance with him to the hospital, some thirty miles away. Three specialists were waiting when we arrived.

To make a long story short, we had been there two days and were facing the third night when one of the doctors said to me, “Reverend, I will tell you the truth about it, we don’t even know the extent of his injuries, because we can’t move him. How he has lived this long, we don’t know. We do know his left lung is deflated; however, we don’t know what internal injuries and hemorrhaging he may have. He is still in shock, and we can’t bring him out. There is no chance of his making it.”

Sister Haynes’ faith was slipping. When you sit with a person over a period of hours and grow tired physically, it is easy for your spirit and your faith to be affected. So I knew I

had to get her out of her husband’s hospital room, and I did.
This was the third night I had been up with very little sleep, and at about 2 o’clock in the morning, I began to fall asleep. The special nurse awakened me as she stirred around the bed. The way she looked, I asked her if Brother Haynes was dead, and she replied, “I thought he was, but he isn’t quite yet. I know I’m not supposed to talk this way to you, but he will never make it till 7 o’clock in the morning when my shift ends.”

I got up and went out into the corridor, and at 2 o’clock in the morning in that hospital, I did exactly what I suggest you do. I did just exactly what God said to do. He said, “Put me in remembrance.” He said, “Let us plead together.” He said, “Set forth thy cause that thou mayest be justified.”

So I said to the Lord, “Lord, I am not going to let him die. First of all, he is only 49 years old, and a man 49 years old is not old enough to die.”
I reminded Him, “You promised us in Your Word at least 70 or80years.
“Second, he is our Sunday School superintendent. He usually endeavors to visit every absentee himself. He is really the best Sunday School superintendent I have ever had in all of the churches I have pastored. There is not another man like- minded in our church. This isn’t my church; it is Your church. I am the under-shepherd, but You are the Great Shepherd. What I need, You need. I need him.

“Third, He is my deacon. He always stands solidly with me, and all the other men follow him. I need him. If I need him, You need him.
“Fourth, he has influence for good in our town. The businessmen and practically everyone in the city have more confidence in him than in all the rest of the men put together. I need him.
“Fifth, he gives 30 percent of his income to the church. If we lose that, we will be almost bankrupt. I know You can meet every need, but your ways of meeting needs are through men.”
(God is not going to rain money down out of heaven. He is not a counterfeiter. God’s way of doing things is through men. Remember that Jesus said in Luke 6:38, “Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom.” Shall men give.)
So I said, “This is not my church. We are the Body of Christ. You are the Head. What the Body needs, the Head needs. Lord, we need him. The church needs him, and so I am not going to let him die.
“Besides that, death is of the enemy. It is of the devil. (Death is an enemy. It is not of God. Death is the last enemy that shall be put under foot, the Bible says. However, God has taken the sting out of death for us.)
I said, “I rebuke death and I command it to leave his body in the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth.”

I went back into the room. Brother Haynes was breathing well and his color looked good. The nurse was reading a magazine. I sat down, became sleepy again, and fell off to sleep. The special nurse awakened me as she moved about. When I first looked at Brother Haynes, I thought, “My, I have gone to sleep and let the devil come in here and take him, and he has died.” I got up and went through the same procedure again. I argued my case the same way. I did that the third time before he rested well.

At 8 o’clock the doctor came in. The moment he listened to his heart, he said, “Nurse, get the stretcher. We are going to take him to X-ray.” He turned to me and said, “This man has come out of it. He is out of shock. He might make it now.” Thank God, he did make it!
When he came back to church, he testified. (I had never told him or anyone else how I had prayed.) He said, “Folks, don’t ever feel sorry for Christians who die. The last thing I remember was falling. I never remember hitting the machinery. The next thing I knew I woke up in the hospital. They tell me it was several days. It seemed like only a few minutes. When I did wake up, I never did hurt. I never had any pain. It was most amazing.
“The only thing I can remember while I was unconscious is that I must have died. I went up to heaven, and I saw the angels. I heard them sing: oh, such singing as you have never
heard! I saw the saints robed in white. I stood among them, and I saw Jesus. He came to me.

“I was just about to fall down before Him to tell Him how much I love and appreciate Him when He pointed His finger at me and said, ‘You’re going to have to go back.’ I said, ‘I don’t want to go back.’Again He pointed His finger at me and said ‘You are going to have to go back.’ I said, ‘I don’t want to go back.’ He said the third time, ‘You are going to have to go back to the earth.’And I said the third time, ‘I don’t want to go back to the earth.’

“He reached around as a person would if he were standing by a window. It seemed that He pulled back a curtain, and when He did, I heard Brother Hagin say, ‘Lord, I’m not going to let him die. I’m not going to let him die.’

“Jesus said, ‘See, you are going to have to go back. Brother Hagin won’t let you come yet.’ ”
(I always have believed we have more authority than we think we have!)

I stood before the throne and pled my case like a lawyer. Praise God, we can! We have Scripture for it: “Put me in remembrance,” God said,“Let us plead together: declare thou, that you may be justified.”
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