The Bible is filled with God delivering messages and miracles through prophets. In a student Bible I've been reading, the supplementary commentary asks, "Who is God speaking through today? Have you seen God performing miracles in today's world?"
Yesterday, there was a crew working on the addition project. My wife kept noticing one of them, a youthful looking fellow who was singing and practically dancing as he worked: he looked like the happiest person she had ever seen. At the end of the day, he needed to come into the house to unplug an extension cord he had run.
As he was departing, something he said caused a voice in my head to tell me, "mention that you've returned to Jesus." This prompted the most incredible exchange I've ever had in my life.
Death and Return
He explained to me that he has had several experiences in his life, where God revealed things to him. He had a first marriage, which he divorced, abandoning his children as he moved out of state. Some years ago, he collapsed on the floor, totally dead: heart was not beating.
His wife, hysterically sobbing and panicking, called an ambulance. Meanwhile, he was literally outside of his body
, looking down on his body in the casket, at his funeral. "It wasn't even like a dream-- it was real
, as real as you and me standing here right now." He could feel the presence of Jesus standing behind him. Next to him was his eldest son-- one of those he had abandoned: crying.
He suddenly saw every mistake he'd made in his life, played before him like a movie. He turned to Jesus, and said "God, I know I've messed up, I know I've sinned, I know I've left my children. You've come to take me back to you, and I accept that. I don't deserve another chance. But please, please
give me one more chance!"
Suddenly, he woke up, was staring at the ceiling. He leapt to his feet, stumbling and gasping for breath. His wife, completely astonished, grabbed him, told him that an ambulance was on the way. They ran tests and scans on him in the hospital, whereafter the doctor, almost fumbling for words, explained what had happened.
"You quite literally tore an artery in your neck. People do not come back from this. Me and the other doctors were in the other room, trying to explain how this is possible: you physically should not be alive right now. This is a miracle."
After this, he abandoned his business, and told his wife: "We're moving back to Minnesota. Start looking for houses. I don't care about my business, or anything else: God will take care of all of that. I need to go back to my kids."
A Second and Third Miracle
He had a friend who had broken two bones in his hand. After multiple surgeries, his friend still could not bend the hand. "Let me try to say a prayer for you over the phone, and ask God to help your hand heal." He said the prayer, and suddenly his friend exclaimed, "Oh my God! Oh my God! I can bend my hand! I can move it again!"
He couldn't even believe it himself at first: a prayer had literally healed his friend, right in that moment.
Some time later, his eldest son-- one with whom he had been re-united, and for whose safety he had been praying daily-- was driving in the dark. As he was passing through a juncture, he realized that car headlights were right on top of him, about to smash into his door: one of them had missed a stop sign! He closed his eyes, preparing himself for death-- but then, no impact. He looked to his right, and saw the brake lights of the other car, the driver very obviously just as confused and disoriented as he was.
He explained to his father: "Dad, with the way that intersection was situated, there was quite literally no way
we could have missed each other. The headlights were feet away, shining straight into my window! The other car passed through me
, or the other way around-- there is no other possible way."
He laid his hand on my shoulder, and said a prayer over me and my household.
I know it sounds strange, but there is no way his words weren't divinely inspired: the things he said in that prayer, the way the words just came to him, and how closely the subsequent things he revealed to me fit exact questions
I had without me having spoken a word, not to mention the timing of him arriving-- in a period of incredibly intense stress I've been in the last several days-- is too much to be a coincidence.
- The first thing he reminded me of was St. Peter, walking on water: he was fine! Until he took his eyes off of Jesus, and started looking at the boat and elsewhere-- then he started to sink. "If you keep your eyes on Jesus alone, God will close some doors and open others, for you." I have been under immense stress, worrying that I will lose my career due to the clot shot mandates. Through this man, God told me exactly what I needed to hear.
- Next, he told me to open the Bible, and read Psalms 91. With how the world is today, I have been so worried about my kids falling prey to temptation. After he left I did read Psalms 91, and it gave me the perfect message to use for a talk with my children.
- After that, he told me that I will hear a lot about denomination this, denomination that-- that I will hear different interpretations of scripture, meant to distract me from scripture's core meaning. He told me to remember that all who believe in Jesus are brothers and sisters. This was clearly a direct rebuke of what I'd written at the very end of this blog post-- but of course, the man had no idea I even had a blog, much less anything I'd written!
- He explained to me that we are, in fact, in the end times. He was worried-- "I could be wrong, but this is what I think"-- that the "vaccine" was the mark of the beast, and that there will be a total of seven shots to complete the mark. We're on shot three right now, but they keep talking about future booster shots.
I'm not necessarily saying that this man was a modern-day prophet or anything so dramatic-- but just like what happened a couple of weeks ago in the rain
, God sent someone directly to me, to teach me some lesson I needed to learn, right when I needed to learn it.