I thought of the “man” who appeared to the prophet Daniel: “On the
twenty-fourth day of the first month, as I was standing on the bank of the
great river, the Tigris, I looked up and there before me was a man dressed
in linen, with a belt of the finest gold around his waist. His body was like
chrysolite, his face like lightning, his eyes like flaming torches, his arms
and legs like the gleam of burnished bronze.”^6
Colton then made the sash motion again and said that people in heaven
wore different colors there than the angels did.
By now my New Information Meter was nearly pegged, but there was
one more thing I had to know. If Colton really had been to heaven and really
had seen all these things—Jesus, horses, angels, other children—and was
up there (was it up?) long enough to do homework, how long had he “left”
his body, as he claimed?
I looked at him, kneeling in the kitchen chair with his towel-cape still tied
around his neck. “Colton, you said you were in heaven and you did all
these things... a lot of things. How long were you gone?”
My little boy looked me right in the eye and didn’t hesitate. “Three
minutes,” he said. Then he hopped down from the chair and skipped off to
play.