Don Piper Quotes & Sayings

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. — Don Piper

God had chosen to keep me alive. Even in my worst moments of depression and self-pity, I never forgot that.
Christy — Don Piper

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

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 — Don Piper

No one is in a more strategic position than you are to influence the people you are with. — Don Piper

Myriads of sounds so filled my mind and heart that it's difficult to explain them. The most amazing one, however, was the angels' wings. I didn't see them, but the sound was a beautiful, holy melody with a cadence that seemed never to stop. The swishing resounded as if it was a form of never-ending praise. As I listened I simply knew what it was. A second sound remains, even today, the single, most vivid memory I have of my entire heavenly experience. I call it music, but it differed from anything I had ever heard or ever expect to hear on the earth. The melodies of praise filled the atmosphere. The nonstop intensity and endless variety overwhelmed me. The praise was unending, but the most remarkable thing to me was that hundreds of songs were being sung at the same time - all of them worshiping God. As I approached the large, magnificent gate, I heard them from every direction and realized that each voice praised God. — Don Piper

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 — Don Piper

Some things happen to us from which we never recover, and they disrupt the normalcy of our lives. That's how life is. Human nature has a tendency to try to reconstruct old ways and pick up where we left off. If we're wise, we won't continue to go back to the way things were (we can't anyway). We must instead forget the old standard and accept a 'new normal. — Don Piper

None of the hymns that filled the air were about Jesus' sacrifice or death. I heard no sad songs and instinctively knew that there are no sad songs in heaven. — Don Piper

I had seen my refusal as not wanting to impose; they saw my change as giving them an opportunity to help. — Don Piper

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

Some may not believe my account; they may think it was some kind of wish fulfillment during a point of severe trauma. I don't have to defend my experience. I know what happened to me. For those of us whose faith is in the reality of heaven, no amount of evidence is necessary. — Don Piper

When we're up against a struggle and we think we can't keep going, we can change that by praising God. — Don Piper

Although no one said so, intuitively I knew they were my celestial welcoming committee. It was as if they had all gathered just outside heaven's gate, waiting for me. The first person I recognized was Joe Kulbeth, my grandfather. He looked exactly as I remembered him, with his shock of white hair ... as I stared into his face, an ecstatic bliss overwhelmed me ... I couldn't get past the joy of our reunion. How either of us reached heaven seemed irrelevant. — Don Piper

I refer to them as miracles-although some may call them fortunate circumstances-because I believe there are no accidents or surprises with God. — Don Piper

As long as I'm here on earth, God still has a purpose for me. — Don Piper

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

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. — Don Piper

That's perhaps the biggest miracle: People prayed and God honored their prayers.
As — Don Piper

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

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

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. — Don Piper

When you start to "fall down the stairs" there is that moment when you realize that you have no control over what is going on. You simply experience the plunge and see where it takes you. — Don Piper

Couldn't say it, but I believed then-and still do-that I survived only because a number of people wanted me to. They were relentless, passionate, and desperate, and they believed God would hear them. People prayed for me who had never seriously prayed before; some who hadn't uttered a word of petition in years cried out to God to spare me. My experience brought people to their knees, and many of them had changed in the process of praying for me to live. — Don Piper

I woke up to singing and found myself singing too — Don Piper

sacrificial, you have always been faithful. And — Don Piper

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. — Don Piper