Hear the Authors of "90 Minutes in Heaven" LIVE tonight

Who hasn't wondered what happens after you die? Is heaven real? Is there life after death?

Don Piper is one man who had the chance to find out.

Several years ago Don's car was crushed by a truck on a narrow bridge in Texas. That horrific car accident left him in hopeless shape. Medical personnel at the scene pronounced him dead . A passing pastor was told it was useless to pray for Don, but he prayed anyway.

And guess what? God had a different plan for Rev. Piper. Don told his story in the best-selling book "90 Minutes in Heaven". God has used his experiences to bring hope and comfort to thousands of people all over the world. And this evening you can hear him LIVE for yourself.

Tonight on the online call-in show "Cec and Me," Don & co-author Cec Murphey will be talking about Don's experience, the book and taking calls with any comments and/or questions you may have.

If you are interested in life after death, near death experiences, heaven or just what happens after you die, please listen tonight to

http://toginet.com/shows/cecandme

Tues, Dec. 7 at 8 PM eastern, 7 PM central time.

This is an online program. You listen on your computer. Just click on the purple colored link shared above to get to the show. To listen, click on the box at the upper right that reads "LIVE ON AIR click here to listen" And be sure to call in with questions/comments.

If you miss the show on this Tuesday, you can still hear it any time by going to the show and clicking on the archives.

Eating Whataburgers in the Car

Yesterday I sat in my car in Target's parking lot, eating a hamburger and thinking wistfully about my dad.

Dad died April 1, 2004 of esophageal cancer. I was down in Texas taking care of him back then. In the months preceding his death, a tumor in his esophagus left him unable to swallow anything that could not fit through a straw. This made eating quite a challenge. If that wasn’t bad enough, Dad also suffered from dementia (possibly from cancer in his brain) so he really didn’t understand or remember that he had to be very careful about what he ate.

Consequently, anytime we were eating together we'd eat only liquids or something super soft that could fit down his obstructed esophagus. His favorite, his “comfort food”, was Milk Toast, which if you’re not an "old timer" from Texas you may think that is just a term used to describe a wimp. Milk Toast is hot milk poured over buttery toast, and really not too bad, but it's not getting featured on the Food Channel anytime soon, either. Most of the time it was the Jell-O and soup which was fine for both of us. Plus it was a good reminder to me of what Dad was going through, of how much he'd lost to not be able to even eat normally.

Occasionally though, I'd get really hungry for some "chewable" food and sneak off to get a "Whataburger". The first time I did it, I sat in the restaurant and ate. When I walked into the house an hour later Dad asked me where the hamburgers were. He could smell them from my clothes and figured I brought take-out.

After that, whenever I would get the burger buzz, I'd use the drive-thru, park a block or so away from home and eat in the car. After I finished, I'd bury the trash outside under what was already in the can and leave the car windows open to make sure there was no burger aroma to give me away.

It was one of those sad/funny/guilt inducing things that you do when someone you love has cancer and you're the primary caregiver. As I sat in the car back then, I'd feel silly and guilty, with my heart aching because of Dad's illness.

The worst was probably dealing with the dementia. Dad couldn't remember why he couldn't eat or what the problem was. It was a constant struggle, but we were blessed with a strong and loving relationship of trust in each other and God got us through that oh, so difficult time. As hard as it was, it was also one of the greatest blessing of my life to be able to give back to my father just a fraction of the loving care he'd always given to me.

Today my dad is in heaven, healed, and eating heavenly hamburgers every day I suspect.

I'd like to ask you a favor. If your dad is still here, please give him a big hug or send him a loving e-mail for me today.