From Hell to the Glory of
GLORY OF GOD”
The Testimony of
Timothy T. LaFond
My name is Timothy LaFond.
I am from Colorado Springs, Colorado. I am formerly from
Farmington and Union Lake in the state of Michigan. I
want to give my personal testimony on dying and going to
hell. I want to share some of the facts and what happened
and how I ended up being cast into “outer
I cried out! I screamed
out with every ounce of muscle, “GOD HELP ME!”
That was January 27, 1977.
The first 27 years of my life, I was raised in a Catholic
home and attended 12 years of catholic schooling. One of
my favorite nuns, Sister Maria Elizabeth told me that
none of the other nuns or teachers liked me, except her.
Well, with that said she was always my favorite and I had
lot of respect for her, but the others meant nothing to
I graduated in 1968 and
that summer I was introduced to Marijuana. That escalated
into smoking hash, P.C.P., also called angel dust, T,
H.C., Mescaline, and L.S.D. I loved to drink beer and
wine along with the drugs.
In 1974 the company I
worked for in Ohio went on Strike. The strike lasted
until early fall. I did my one weeks duty on the picket
line and then drove to my mothers’ home on the Cheboygan
River in Michigan for the remaining strike time.
One weekend, while doing
L.S.D. I started hallucinating and got very paranoid. I
normally would fish all night at the end of the dock
while doing drugs. This particular night, I couldn’t keep
focused so I ended up in bed. I was scared and afraid
that I was losing my mind. I remember asking God to let
me keep my mind!
The following Friday, my
mother said to me, “Last Saturday you were really
drunk! I asked her why she would say that? She said,
“About 3:30 I was up and went into your room. I was
looking at you and couldn’t tell if you were breathing or
not. So I sat down on the side of your bed and I bent
over you to see. Suddenly you grabbed me around the neck
and started chocking me. I couldn’t get away and the more
I fought the harder you squeezed! I couldn’t say
anything! You just kept saying, “MOM, is that you?
Mom is that you?” Finally you let me go. I was so
out of breath that I passed out right next to you, until
I could regain my breath and strength!”
Here, I have to say the
words to this blessed song.
He lives, He Lives, Christ
Jesus lives today.
He walks with me, and talks with me along life’s narrow
He lives, He lives, Salvation to impart,
You ask me how I know he lives.
He lives within my heart!
Now I know that my family
would never have forgiven me if God had not intervened
that summer night. I was the youngest of seven children,
and considered the Black Sheep of the family. I thank
God, for that night was the last time I took Mescaline or
L.S.D! To God Be the Glory!
For the next two years I
would continue to smoke Pot. I also got dependent on
speed or white crosses, and little did I know that God
was bringing me closer to knowing Him and His Glory.
Never to be the same person again! All my life I lived
for me, for self, for parties, and all I did was sin,
sin, sin, and sin. I later came to realize that God’s
Holy Spirit was guiding me even though I never knew Him!
I was full of the devil!
JEREMIAH 29:13 says,
“and ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall
search for me with all your heart”
Now let me tell you what
happened on January 27, 1977.
On January 27,1977, I was
living in Columbus, Ohio. My job was building fire trucks
for Sutphen Fire Equipment Corporation in Dublin. I had
been working there for about four years at that time. It
was Friday about 2:30 in the afternoon, we were putting
doors of fire trucks together, punching out the holes on
the doors. We would do about 60 at a time, which would be
about 3 or 4 trucks. Gill, a fellow employee and friend
of mine, was picking up the doors and putting them into
the punch machine. I would hold them at the top and line
each one up on the press, then let go. He would push a
button with his foot and the machine would punch out the
The day was a typical
cold, winter day and a pile of metal was brought in from
outside the plant with snow all over it and of course the
snow had melted, which left us standing in a pool of
water. We weren’t worried about it, otherwise we would
have left and not worked there until the water dried up.
I would put my hand on the
pile of metal, on one side of my body, up by my shoulder,
and then take it off, and then put my hand on the
machine. I would go back and forth like this all the
while thinking that the machine was grounded, which it
wasn’t. This went on all morning, meanwhile the others in
the plant were also busy doing the jobs they were
assigned to. Some times the others would have their back
to me and this is
what happened when Gill
had walked away and two others guys that I had been
talking to at other intervals had walked around the other
side of the fire truck. Well, everyone had gone and I
touched the metal and the machine with both hands at the
same time. I became the conductor to be the ground.
Electricity shot through me and it picked my feet right
up off the ground contracting the muscles in my legs. I
knew right away, that I was getting electrocuted. I was
looking out into the shop from the platform that I was on
and I could see everything going on as normal. No one
knew that I was being electrocuted. Just to let you know
my cardiologists couldn’t believe that I made it through
this because when you are standing in water it is ten
While I was getting
electrocuted crucifixion style the electricity was
flowing right through me, I saw my spirit leave my body.
Instantly, I was in hell! At that time, I didn’t know
anything about the bible. I wasn’t a religious person or
a Christian and didn’t know any Christians. I just know
that I was cast into outer darkness. I heard the most
horrifying, tormenting screams imaginable. I heard these
time and time again, and although I never saw who was
screaming, I, myself, would scream because of the fear of
those frightening screams.
My sins were tormenting me
while I was in hell, January 27, 1977. I saw my sins pass
from my right to my left down to the age of five. Now
here I am a young man of 27 years, seeing all my sins
pass before me in living color. It was like watching a
motion picture screen! I saw my very first sin committed
at the age of 5. The sin of disobedience, and not
honoring my mother and my father. My mother said, “I
don’t want you boys to eat those marshmallows. We are
going to roast them over the fire in the back yard with
the family tonight.” Well, my mother caught my
brother, Cliff, and I, hiding behind a stump, in our back
yard in Farmington, Michigan, eating those marshmallows.
This wasn’t a sin of murder, or rape, or what ever the
world considers a horrible sin, but a simple sin of
disobedience. It was the last of a long line of sins
shown to me. I saw sin, after sin, after sin. For every
sin, there was a scream! Screams from me!
People have asked me,
“How long were you there?” Well, it felt like
eternity! It was that long! I couldn’t tell you how long
I was there, but I don’t want to go back.
Besides the screaming
there were also demons. Yes, there really are demons.
Indescribable and most ugly things you had ever seen.
They came up to me and taunted me. Yelling in my face,
“We got you now!” Laughing at me saying,
“We fooled you!”
“We fooled you!”
“We got you now!” Followed by hideous laughter.
Now these things I am
telling you took the Lord a few years to bring back to
me. I have seen demons since in the real and spiritual
life and by the grace of God I have cast them out. They
are afraid of those of us who are Christian because of
who is inside of us.
While I was there I
realized there was no hope of every seeing God. I cried
out to God during this time saying, “Oh God help
me!” Again, “God, Help me!” One of the
amazing things on my last scream, was my plea for God to
help me. I felt Gods hand reach down and touch my
shoulder. He is everywhere. In the bible you will read
it. He is in Heaven, and earth and hell. He heard my
plea. The right hand of the Lord touched me, I felt his
fingers and thumb on my shoulder and He pulled me out of
hell. He set me free from that electricity!
One of my fellow workers,
Joe, who was a safety foreman in the shop and was about
150 or 200 feet from me, heard my scream. He didn’t hear
the words, “God help me!” As loud as I could
scream, as if it was my last scream, fearfully. But what
he did hear was, “The most horrible scream” he
had ever heard in his whole life. He told me later. He
said he asked people, ” Who was it that screamed
like that, and they told me it was you, Tim!” He
asked me, “Why did you scream like that?” I
told him, “that machine bit me, Joe! It electrocuted
me…” Joe said, “Tim that was the most
horrifying scream I have ever heard in my whole life. It
was just like a scream out of hell!” See he didn’t
hear “God help me” He just heard the scream! I
thank God for that.
The moment God touched my
left shoulder; I saw my spirit come right back into my
body like some one hit me in the chest! I came back alive
and on the ground. My left knee hit the corner of a two
wheeler cart and made the tires spin and propel the cart
up in the air, as if a ghost had taken a ride on it, and
hit the wall behind me.
I got up and was
completely white, shaken, and numb for about 2 hours. I
knew what had happened but couldn’t tell anybody. I was
taken to the hospital for 3 days. I had a major heart
attack and numerous strokes after that and then lost my
It is a very frightful
thing to lose your memory. I remember going back to work
and I got into a corner and Gill came up to me and ask
what was the matter with me and I said “I can’t
remember, I can’t remember what I am supposed to do,
Gill” I was crying. I said, “I know I work
here, but I can’t remember what to do” He said,
“Maybe we should go talk to the boss” Of
course, my boss couldn’t help me.
Well, later my
neurologists said that most people do lose their memory
when electrocuted. She told me that I only lost 30
million brain cells. Well, I only had 31! She scared the
living daylights out of me, cause I really didn’t know
how many brain cells I had! She did tell me that I would
get them back.
My back started to go out.
My wife would leave for work and come home and say,
“what did you do today?” I would cry and tell
her that when she left the house, “I got up and
locked the door and my back went out. I laid here on the
floor until about 15 minutes ago. I couldn’t get up! So
for 8 1/2 hours I laid right there on the floor waiting
for you to come home!” This would happen time and
time again. Doctors of course would tell me that they had
done all these test and could find nothing wrong with my
back. I never knew when it would happen, but it seemed to
happen often when my wife wasn’t around.
I started having strokes.
The Doctor would move the paper that read my heart rate
on the EKG and he would take it 3 times a day. He would
look at it and ask if I was
Ok. He did this often, and
this also scared the daylights out of me. He was the top
cardiologist in the state and he was puzzled about my
condition. I was such an amazement to him that he told
his staff that whenever I came into the office he wanted
to see me right away. No matter if he was with a patient
or not! I could walk into his office anytime and see him
instantly! Sometimes after I left the Doctors office I
would feel really bad. Really bad!
One day I looked at the
Cardiologist and said, “Doc., If I was to tell you
where I went you wouldn’t believe it, and God brought me
back!” I didn’t have the presence of God in my heart
so I couldn’t tell him.
He said to me one time, through his or her heart like you did at 10 times
“I am not a Christian but have you ever heard of a
Christian? I have some friends that are and I told them
all about you being electrocuted and that you should be
dead. You are a miracle! Anyone who has had electric
the voltage should be dead. The only way to bring them
back is electricity that we know of.
Now I had electricity in
me for four or five months after the shock. I found that
out the first time I kissed my wife. We would shock each
other when we touched! And it hurt! Now can you imagine?
Every time you reach for your wife, you were shocked
again! We got so we would touch each other at the same
time to lessen the shock. It really wasn’t as funny as it
sounds. The electricity that came into me didn’t come
out. It could have come out my feet or hands. It could
have even come out the top of my head. I was having all
these strokes that hurt so bad and made me curl up into a
fetal position. This is why the Doctor would see me
whenever I was having these strokes. Of course, he
couldn’t do anything to help me.
I was in top physical
condition at the time of this electrocution. I played on
a baseball team that was 8th place in the state of Ohio.
I taught scuba diving. I loved to scuba dive. But when
this happened to me I wasn’t interested in playing sports
anymore. It didn’t mean anything to me to go to the ocean
and scuba dive and play with the sharks. I had a void in
my life. I knew in my heart who saved me! I saw where I
was headed! I saw eternity and met death and I didn’t
want to meet it again! I had met God but now I had no
idea how to find him.
I would go out with my
party friends and tell them that I wanted to find God. We
would laugh about it, but I was serious! They would tell
me to have another beer, or smoke another joint! I
started asking my friends if I was going crazy, because I
really wanted to find God! The only way they knew how to
help me was to encourage me to get higher and forget it!
They just didn’t understand! I just kept saying, “I
want to find God! I want to find God!” You would
have thought that I really was going crazy! I cried,
“I WANT TO FIND GOD!”
I hadn’t found any help
from my Doctors or old friends. Just encouraging words
that I was all right, that my memory would come back,
that my strokes would subside, that my heart was healthy.
They only knew the physical heart. My friends only knew
“old Tim”. I
WANTED TO FIND GOD! I WAS A SINNER WHO HAD DIED AND GONE
TO HELL! I WAS LOST AND WITHOUT GOD!
I moved to Liberal, Kansas
and went to school to become a diesel mechanic. I was
also working in the oil fields and in a shop. Learning
all the basics to becoming a mechanic.
One day in November I read
an article about Anita Bryant coming to town to speak out
against homosexuality, with Cecil Todd as the evangelist.
I arranged for all my new friends, about 10 or 12 of us,
to go see her and hear her preach out against
homosexuality. I thought I was going to go and do some
bashing of the homosexuals. I even went so far as to take
a baseball bat. I didn’t know what a Christian crusade
was. I didn’t know about all the beautiful music and
songs that she was going to be singing. When we got to
the stadium, my wife saw the bat in the back seat and
said, “You don’t need that!” Then she told me
what we were going to see. You know, a lot of times, when
you are a sinner, you want to sit way in the back. We sat
all the way at the top of the stadium.
I had never heard Anita
sing before. She was in the orange juice commercials, and
this night she sang “Blessed Assurance”. I had
never heard that before and it was so beautiful. She also
sang “Victory in Jesus”, and, “How Great
Thou Art” My heart was stirred! The songs were
speaking to me, just as they do now when I hear them. She
sang 8 or 10 more songs, but I only remember those three.
Then Cecil Todd got up and
gave the message. I couldn’t tell you what he said,
something about salvation
and that Jesus saves. When he gave the altar call and
told everyone who wanted, to come forward, I was the
first one to get up. All I remember is that here was the
God I have been searching for! I have wanted to find Him
for the last 10 months! Finally going to a crusade, out
of the blue, God led me to Him! I literally ran down
those steep steps! I was told later from my friends, that
I ran so fast down the stairs, they were worried I might
trip! They even called out, “Don’t let him
fall!” I was on the second seat from the top! It
looked like angels were carrying me, I flew that fast! I
asked God to forgive me of my sins! Praise the Lord!
Nothing much else happened
that night. I got home and grabbed the bible and started
reading in John. I remember the words, ” In the
beginning, was the word, and the word was with God and
the Word was God.” I thought, “If only I would
have known! If only some one could have told me! If only
someone could have said, Hey Tim, read the bible. It’s
right there where you will find God!” I said,
“Oh God. I have been looking for you everywhere for
10 months and here you were, in this Bible.”
The Lord was really
speaking to me. I read John, Matthew, Mark and Luke. Over
and over again I read these books, for five to six years!
I just was so thirsty for His Word!
People tell me what a
wonderful testimony I have. “No.” I reply.
“I am just a sinner saved by Grace! Once I was lost
but now I am found.” Don’t any of you ever say that!
Your testimony is as good as mine. The Grace of God has
saved you! He has
forgiven you! I am no
different! I just took a harder road to get there! And
God said this is a little hard cookie! We are going to
take him a different way!
What I found out by
reading the scriptures and kneeling down to praying and
listening to God speak to my heart, is that He came in
such a sweet way! Life has been much better then I could
ever tell you. Much more glorious then I have ever
dreamed possible. I never knew that giving my heart to
the Lord would make such a difference!
Victorious is another
word. Seek the Lord with your whole heart! “Search
for me, and you will find me.” it says in Jeremiah.
I found health! My strokes
went away when I found Jesus! My memory came back to me
when I found Jesus! It was even better then it was
before! Remembering facts and figures and things! I
started to memorize scripture. He helped me to remember!
My back pain also went away! No more pain!
I found a Savior that took
away all my strokes, back pain, brought back and restored
my memory, enriched my life, and also took all my sins!
He took all my sins and has forgiven me! It wasn’t till
about 4 years later that I could start talking about it
In September of 1987, when
I was at the Nazarene Bible College, I was in prayer and
God came. He took me into another dimension and showed me
the “lake of fire” and held me there! There
were millions of people burning in the “lake of
fire.” Their bodies were whole but they were
burning! It was awful! Horrifying! Screaming people! It
was a fearful thing to see, but I was at peace, knowing
that God had his hand on my shoulder. I didn’t know what
to think about that. So I just kept it in my thoughts and
went to school the next day. After arriving home, I went
again to the Lord in prayer, at 3:30 in the afternoon and
he came again. This time he showed me the whole thing and
showed me the edge of the lake of fire. There were people
falling over the edge. People were right on the brink of
the fire. He said to me, “You are going to pluck
them out of hell. You are going to save them and pull
them back over the edge with your testimony. You will get
them before they go in.”
There were hundreds of
millions of them. What a fearful site! I remember writing
it all down and asking, “Lord, where are all those
people?” He told me they were all over the world.
And I believe that in this day and age, God is going to
use my testimony, and pluck them right back into
existence and living for Jesus.
God has crowned me with
many Victories and many precious friends throughout
America. I have witnessed countless revivals, camp
meetings, Holy Ghost Meetings, and the Salvation of
souls. My testimony and the Joy of the Lord has blessed
many. I write the words of friends, saints, and family
members. “We haven’t seen such power with God in
In 1988, after completing
my first year of Bible College, my brother, David, said
to me, “I was always ashamed of you and what you had
become, but today, I am really proud to call you my
brother, and to see what God has done for you!”
After he was saved, my
nieces husband, Dave Bills once said to me “I’ve
seen 2000 lb. bombs explode in Vietnam, and saw what they
could do, but today, I saw more power in one man than all
the bombs dropped in Vietnam!” Praise God!
My wife and I went to a
camp meeting in Henderson, North Carolina and went to a
church while there, and the pastor asked me and my wife
to speak and give our testimonies. I told them about me
dying and going to hell. About 25 to 30 gave their hearts
to the Lord that day, weeping and crying at the alter.
After the service, there
was this elderly gentleman, in the back who motioned me
to his side. He told me he was 68 years old. He said,
“I have been a church member here for 30 years. I
have been on the board for 20 years. Ten years ago I
died! I am very influential in the church. I was in a car
accident. I was put in a body bag. I died and went to
hell! I didn’t tell anyone, that I died and went to hell!
I was ashamed to tell anyone that I was sent there. Here
I was a grandfather of this church! But young man,
Oh young man! But young
man, today when you gave your testimony, and gave an
altar call and people came and were saved, I knew, I had
been freed! I was bound by Satan. I couldn’t tell my
story! God sent you to free me! I said, “Oh God, I
want to be like him. Set me free. Get me out of here so
that I can tell my testimony!”
This is what told me that
God had sent Celeste and myself to this church. Sure my
wife and I praised the Lord for those 25-30 people who
gave their hearts to the Lord that day. But this one
Gentlemen, now he can go out and tell his story and be
used by God for the saving of souls! Glory to God!
This is why God saved my
soul, and sanctified me. I thank God for my soul and for
my testimony to be used to save souls. Thank you Jesus! I
Love the Lord today! He has set me free! Hallelujah!
I have gotten used to the
family of God. I have learned to say, “I really love
you.” and to hug every brother and sister in Christ.
My church family became my family away from family. I saw
my Mother, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, great
nieces and nephews, friends and co-workers no longer as
such, but as souls who were lost and dying and going to
hell. So I have learned to pray and fast. Prayer is the
key to heaven. Words are a mere expression of thought and
nothing more. Believing is what really counts, but Faith
unlocks the door.
My mother, on her death
bed, five days before she died, said, “Jesus, I’m
seventy-eight years old and dying. I don’t know you like
my little baby boy knows you!” She was saved on
March 4, 1987 at 2:30 p.m. and many more have come to
know Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. GLORY TO GOD!
It is my hope God can use
my testimony around the country, in America and in China,
in the name of Jesus.
Father, we just thank you
for your grace and mercy, for the cross of Christ, that
God gave His son, so that we may have life. He is in the
Heavens, and every part of our lives, if we just
recognize it. Lord we pray today that you bless this as
it goes out and touches lives. AMEN
Rev. Timothy T. LaFond
123 West Ohio
Fountain, Colorado 80817
Phone number: 1-719-382-8826
August 14, 2000