He survives and begins talking about being able to look down and see the doctor operating and his dad praying in the waiting room.
Colton said he met his miscarried sister, whom no one had told him about, and his great grandfather who died 30 years before Colton was born, then shared impossible-to-know details about each. Maybe I should say that its hard to not believe the story is true.
He describes the horse that only Jesus could ride, about how “reaaally big” God and his chair are, and how the Holy Spirit “shoots down power” from heaven to help us. I just have too many problems with how well a young son’s memory (or imagination) fits his father’s very literalist interpretations of the Bible. Something seems wrong, yet I thoroughly enjoyed reading the book. Every now and then, throughout the last half of the book, Colton is shown different pictures of Jesus and asked if they are accurate depictions of what he remembers Jesus looked like. Growing up in a home with an Atheist mother and a lapsed Catholic father, she apparently began having “divinely inspired visions,” which she translated into poetry and art.
In words I tell them, “I know you are here with me”.
Their presence is like nothing I have ever felt before.
Four-year-old Colton Burpo left the hospital operating room and went [to] heaven where he saw Jesus.