Even though I am remarried, I will never stop sharing Bob's Salvation Testimony - because he never did.
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I had been listening to Lamb since 1979 - long before Bob; Bob did not get saved until 1981: it literally was a death experience salvation.
Bob was working away from home, living in a a pickup-bed camper he'd borrowed from his parents, in the back yard of friends in Toutle. One night, he went to their son's football game with them, and sat down to Supper with them when they got back. According to the story I was told later that night, he just killed over in his potatoes - no reason. One minute he was eating and laughing with the family … and the next minute, Bill hauled him out of his chair and onto the floor giving CPR while Punkie called the ambulance. 2 ambulances responded because the boundary line cutting between 2 counties was on Bill and Punkie's property. The EMT's worked on him for 24 minutes before calling the hospital to ask what they should do now - the reply they got was, "Call the mortuary; there s nothing else you can do." So while the 2 ambulance crews are fighting over who gets Bob's corpse, HE SITS UP AND SAYS, "Wow. I think God means business this time." Scared everyone out of their wits! The Cowlitz County ambulance decided he was going with them … so they slapped him back down on the gurney and rushed him to Longview's St. John's Hospital (Peace Health now), where doctors there ran tests on him for a full 72 hours straight to find out why what happened with Bob happened: they never did find out; all tests were inconclusive. But one thing was for sure, after those words Bob spoke when he was resurrected, he did not speak again for 6 months - and then, only haltingly and sparingly. When I was driven to the hospital to bring Bob home, I was told, "Your husband was dead for 25 minutes Mrs. Hargand, you need to look for a Nursing Home. He will never regain cognitive abilities. He is brain damaged." Well, I looked at the doctors, and said, "Thank you for your care and diagnosis, but I am taking my husband home. And God will heal him." Bob was 31 years old. I was NOT putting him in Nursing Home! Other than not speaking, he was functioning as usual. I could see by the way his eyes responded that he could hear just fine, and he wanted to speak. Desperately. So we went home and I loved on him … and waited for him to heal. He wasn't an idiot, he just could not speak. He was driving. He was physically able to take care of himself. After about 6 months, he started to speak a little bit. Haltingly. His brain was working; he knew what he wanted to say, but the connection between brain and tongue was sketchy. Sometimes, he would be talking in a stuttering conversation, and then - he would just stop. Like the plug had been pulled. This went on for a while before he started talking smoothly and fluently.
During all this time he was listening to my Lamb cassettes and reading my Bible from front to back and back to front (I later bought some Israel's Hope cassettes that Bob listened to, too: he preferred Israel's Hope): by the time he could talk in a comprehensive and coherent manner, he knew the Bible by heart and asked if he could get one of his own. YOU BET! So next time we were in Longview, we came home with a brand new Bible for Bob 😃 10 months after being released from the hospital, he was working full time again - AND MINISTERING TO THE CREW. His speech was still halty, but understandable; and the crew knew him … they had all grown up together, the older ones friends with the family, and the younger ones, school mates. By this time his crew were all living in Glenoma-WA. Including Bob. He met a few log truck drivers who were Christians and they started getting together after work. They were good for each other.
About this time, I started looking for another Church to fellowship with because the Assembly Of God in Cathlamet wasn't very accepting of Bob (he'd been divorced before we married - a big religious "no-no" at that time). I found a little country fellowship in Lexington, and stared going there, and shared Bob's miraculous story with them. I told Bob about the fellowship one weekend he was home and he started going with me. He was invited to go to a Jail Ministry with 2 other fellas one Sunday and he was hesitant because he was embarrassed over his talking abilities. But they encouraged him and he relented and went. The story that relayed to me afterwards, was that when Bob stood up to give his story to the inmates, Ken and Terry (the 2 that talked him into going) stood up too, and prayed with him and for him that he would be able to talk without embarrassment. AND HE DID! They said that when they opened their eyes and started to sit down, they saw Bob's body begin to quiver from the top of his head to his waist and he started speaking clearly and fluently without any trouble at all.
He was healed that day and never had any trouble with speech from that day forward.
Bob always used to laugh and say, "And I was never quiet again." And I always followed that statement up with, "That's okay. I like the sound of your voice."
He even told the doctors at OHSU what I have just relayed in this post.
Until his last day on Earth, Bob told people how Elohei got his attention, and how he got saved. Bob lived his life, from 1981, as a staunch ambassador for Yeshua, without apology or embarrassment like some feel they need to do - Bob NEVER APOLOGIZED for being a Christian, and he NEVER watered the gospel down to make sinners feel comfortable in their sin. So when the pastor of the little Lexington fellowship told us in 2016 to leave "his church" because we were no longer welcome (the pastor there liked to water down the Gospel, single people out for favoritism, & refused to teach the Book of Revelation), Bob felt sad; but he also knew that if the pastor there was willing to allow sin to prosper in {his church} instead of allowing the Gospel to take root and grow in GOD'S HOUSE, it was time to go.
Bob was a solid Christian once he decided it was better to have died, been brought back to life, and to live for God … than to die, KNOW you are on a fast track to Hell and be fearful of death. When Bob's physical body died December 14th, 2018 at OHSU, Bob was not afraid. He KNEW beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was going Home.
And I believe with all my heart, that Yeshua came to take his hand and walk him through the Pearly Gates, and Elohim greeting him, saying, "Welcome Home, Son."










