Jesus Christ is the Highway
to Heaven

I am Edwin Lewis, the younger brother of rugby league legend Wally Lewis. I once had a promising football career of my own — so promising that even my parents believed I had the potential to surpass my famous brother. But a devastating car accident changed everything.

I had just started an apprentice panel beating and spray painting job at Coorparoo United Body Works — I was due to start working on the following Monday. They realised the battery was flat on the Sunday right before they were about to head home. My two mates from Brisbane State High — Stephen and Brett — had a flat battery in their car. I swapped my battery into Stephen's car so they could get going, and pushed my car with his dead battery in it. Before I left, Mark Skelton asked me to get two boys, Gary and Peter, home safely. He wanted to stay the night with his girlfriend. I gave him my word: I will get them home safely.

So I followed Stephen's car with Brett in the passenger seat, and we turned off at the Beenleigh exit on the old Gold Coast route to Brisbane. In the old days, we used to salute the soldier at Yatala for a safe trip home. I cannot remember if we saluted him that day.

The driver coming towards us had been drinking all day — morning session and afternoon session, as they did on Sundays in those days. He had already lost his licence three times for drunk driving. My cousin Paul saw this man stumbling, falling over, and then getting into his car blind drunk. He could barely stand. Paul's testimony meant nothing to the police — they couldn't have cared less.

That driver lost control, just avoided Stephen and Brett's car in front of me, and then hit me head-on. Gary was killed instantly — thrown straight out of the back window. Peter was brought to hospital still living, but he died one day later.

Peter McClennan was in the passenger front He witnessed everything. He had a major Aussie Rules career ahead of him but he damaged one of his knees which hampered his career.

At the scene I stopped breathing, and by God's providence a nurse happened to be passing by in a car. She slit my throat and placed a straw in my windpipe to keep me alive. From the accident site in Marsden to the PA Hospital, my mother and father were later told by the ambulance crew that I had to be resuscitated seven times — and potentially more times after that. From having my throat cut and the straw, I sustained five broken ribs and two collapsed lungs — and these were only a minor part of the total injuries I incurred.

I was in a coma for nine days. Nobody could get me out. Wally was overseas in Austria. He came back, not knowing my condition. He came to my bedside, fearing the worst, and started telling me he was going down to the surf club the next day — Boxing Day — and how many beers he was going to have for me. I didn't respond. But then he said he'd have a couple of rumbos for me — and that's when I acknowledged him. My left arm was the only thing not broken, and I squeezed his hand. That squeeze let them know I was okay.

When I woke, I couldn't speak. As part of my healing process, I had to learn to communicate like Skippy the Bush Kangaroo: one click for no, two clicks for yes, and many clicks for a big yes. And so I did, learning to live again one click at a time. One day, still in a wheelchair in the hospital, I rang Wally and Mum while they were in a deli and takeaway shop in the Cannon Hill Kmart complex. Wally answered but couldn't understand — all he could hear was clicking. He gave the phone to Mum, and she knew straight away. She knew it was me. That's a mother's love — no words needed.

I gave my word that I would get those boys home safely. I carry that with me. But through it all, God had a greater purpose: sharing the message of Jesus Christ and the hope of eternal life.

Even so, I never allowed my dreams to be extinguished. I went on to find success as a Coach, Manager, and Referee in rugby league — proving that when God closes one door, He opens another. The game I loved shaped me, but it was faith that defined me.

In this 'Life,' I've learned that we have to be prepared to lose everything to gain everything. Since Christmas Day 1979, I've been searching for answers and, by God's grace, I have found them. For over 46 years, I've listened, documented, and acknowledged things that have not yet been fully understood or implemented. I am not ashamed of my faith. Not only do you read, listen, and view the 'Truth,' but you are also witnessing what is happening and what will happen.

On the 16th of March 2001, I met Jesus in person. It was not a dream, not a vision — it was a real, personal encounter with the Lord Himself. That meeting changed everything and confirmed what I had long sensed: that God had a specific and extraordinary assignment for my life. But telling the truth has come at a cost. From the moment I began sharing what happened that day, I have faced discrimination — mocked, dismissed, and marginalised by people who could not or would not believe. That rejection has followed me my whole life. I carry it without bitterness, because I know what I saw, and I know Who I met.

Through that encounter and through years of seeking, listening, and documenting what the Spirit has revealed, I have come to understand — and I say this humbly but plainly — that I play a major part in the Rapture, the Caught-Up, and the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. I do not say this to exalt myself, but because God does not hide His plans from those He has appointed. "Surely the Lord God does nothing without revealing His secret to His servants the prophets." — Amos 3:7

Not long ago, in the most ordinary of places — a simple fruit shop — I met someone. A chance encounter, or so it seemed. But there is a reason for everything. Their name was that of the 13th Apostle — the apostle appointed after the original twelve, whose place is recorded in Scripture. I recognised it immediately. I will not reveal who they are. But if you know, you know. God does not arrange meetings by accident. To that person: you know who you are, and so does He.

I did not know what events would transpire from that meeting. It was not a foregone conclusion — none of it was planned by human hands. What has unfolded through that encounter, and through the processes that followed, is beyond anything I could have expected. I could never have done this without them. God placed the right person at the right time, and together we have been able to accomplish what I had been trying to do for years — getting this testimony out to the world.

On the 18th of April 2026, I rang Matthias — the thirteenth disciple. I was worried because he was going to a church the following morning that had not been speaking about the Rapture. I told him: we will know tomorrow — if the preacher does not bring up the Rapture, we will know it is not of the Spirit. On the 19th of April, Matthias rang me back and told me his preacher had spoken plainly about how desperate the hour is — the Rapture. All these churches out there — most of them are not talking about the Rapture at the moment. They must be.

What you are about to witness is a "Collusion of the highest Forces" between Good and bad. God being me "Righteous" and taking on more than what David did, but to convict the world. John 16:8 spells out your future! With this Scripture the Spirit of Truth — the Holy Spirit — convicts the world as humanity is in the "Fallen State." So I lead people who are searching for answers and wanting to be "Transformed" into the Image of Jesus Christ. You have to be in a "Personal Relationship" or you miss out on your inheritance! I "Unveil" God's plans for Redemption or Condemnation.

I am infiltrating the world with this book. Nothing can happen on any site, anywhere, without the implementation of God's truth. Deceitfulness shall be obscured, and righteousness shall be adhered to. Everything else must align with it. Anyone who stands in His way is gone.

At my brother Wally's wedding, I met the husband of Linda's best girlfriend. Linda is Wally's wife. This man used to be a field leader at WorkCover — right up the top of the organisation. He told me straight: "All you are is a number. It is all a game, and you got played. A lot of people who do not get the cover waste all their time and energy with Centrelink and then they take their own lives." And he was right.

For 14 months, I did not understand why the Lord had me in this position. But now I know — it was about my work injury with my knee and the way I was treated by WorkCover. I have caught them out.

On the 3rd of March 2025, I injured my knee on the job as a traffic controller. But I kept working — two weeks straight, 12-hour shifts, sometimes 14 hours by the time you lace up your boots, get out on site, and get home again. I did not stop. By the 16th of March, my leg would not work any more. My last day working was in front of the Surfers Paradise Surf Club, taking out a lane while barely able to stand.

WorkCover kept me on the system for nine months, sending me to physiotherapy and psychology, but they gave me nothing of substance. They were preparing to remove me from the system entirely. The whole system — solicitors, insurers, the lot of them — they are all working together, and they played me like a game.

But God had other plans. The same knee surgeon from the Mater who was ready to operate on me a year ago is now scheduled to give me a new knee. My doctor, Dr. John McNichol, is fighting to have me reinstated on WorkCover and has put me at the top of the list to operate. The surgery that should have happened 12 months ago is now going ahead — but only because of my own doing. Everything coincides until the main factor takes control — and anyone who stands in His way is gone. "My God shall supply all your needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus." — Philippians 4:19. Read the full WorkCover story here.