Quotes from Don Piper

wasn't conscious of anything I'd left behind and felt no regrets about leaving family or possessions. It was as if God had removed anything negative or worrisome from my consciousness, and I could only rejoice at being together with these wonderful people.

The Greek word for "spirit" is pneuma. The word can also mean "wind" or "breath." That Greek word is the root for what we call pneumonia. Just as it was necessary to reinflate my lungs to overcome pneumonia, I needed the breath of God to help me overcome the depression of my spirit.

Everything was perfect. I sensed that I knew everything and had no questions to ask.

sacrificial, you have always been faithful. And

If we played three CDs of praise at the same time, we'd have a cacophony of noise that would drive us crazy. This was totally different. Every sound blended, and each voice or instrument enhanced the others. As strange as it may seem, I could clearly distinguish each song. It sounded as if each hymn of praise was meant for me to hear as I moved inside the gates.

I want to experience everything heaven offers, but most of all, I want to hear those never-ending songs again.

Yet many times I felt terribly alone and was convinced that no one else understood. And I still think that's true. When our pain becomes intense and endures for weeks without relief, no one else really knows. I'm not sure it's worthwhile for them to know what it's like. They care. That's what I think is important.

We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord" (2 Corinthians

Yes, I said to myself, there are things I will never be able to do again. I don't like that and may even hate it, but that doesn't change the way things are. The sooner I make peace with that fact and accept the way things are, the sooner I'll be able to live in peace and enjoy my new normalcy.

the real purpose in living was in giving every part of his life to Christ.

Yet here we are, sitting in a restaurant, surrounded by people, many of whom are probably lost and going to hell, and we won't say a word about how they can have eternal life. Something is wrong with us. "You're absolutely right," I said. "We're willing to save someone in a visible crisis, but a lot of folks are in spiritual crisis and we don't say a word about how they can get out of it.

Sometimes things we take for granted every day can be taken from us permanently and suddenly, we're changed forever.

Heaven was many things, but without a doubt, it was the greatest family reunion of all.

I've learned that if I stay busy, especially by helping others, I don't think about my pain. In an odd way, my pain is its own therapy. I intend to go on until I can't go anymore.

I didn't just hear music. It seemed as if I were part of the music.

Satan is a liar. He wants to steal our joy and replace it with hopelessness. When we're up against a struggle and we think we can't keep going, we can change that by praising God. Our chains will fall from us. Meese encouraged me by reminding me of the

Unworthy as I am, he allowed me to go to heaven, and I know the next time I go there, I'll stay.

God still answers prayers, God still performs miracles. Heaven is real.

I have absolutely no fear of death. Why would I? There's nothing to fear-only joy to experience.

He is your God, the one who is worthy of your praise, the one who has done mighty miracles that you yourself have seen.

I woke up to singing and found myself singing too

In trying to be strong for them, I had cheated them out of opportunities to strengthen me. Guilt overwhelmed me, because I could-at last-see their gifts to me. The shame flowed all over me, and I began to cry. This is their ministry, I thought, and I've been spoiling it. I felt such intense shame over not letting them help. When I finally did open up, I witnessed a drastic

Just as it was necessary to reinflate my lungs to overcome pneumonia, I needed the breath of God to help me overcome the depression of my spirit. I

One question keeps troubling me: Why?. . . The short answer: I don't know. and yet that single word, why, remains the consummate human query. By nature, we're curious. We want to know.