At 5:00 on a July morning in 1959, twenty-seven-year-old Betty Malz was pronounced dead. A sheet was pulled over her head. Her mother and husband were notified, her father, prompted by the Lord, was already on his way to the hospital. In My Glimpse of Eternity, Betty describes what she saw, felt, and heard on the other side of the dividing wall that we call "death," then how she returned to her body more than twenty minutes later-to the stunned amazement of her grieving family and the hospital personnel. Her story is good news for all of us haunted by our own mortality. Yet it is even more than that. For this is the story of how God dealt with a proud, materialistic woman who had to die to learn how to live.