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Woman savagely attacked by buffalo, miraculously healed by God

 Woman savagely attacked by buffalo, miraculously healed by God

By Dan Wooding

A Kenyan woman seriously injured when attacked by a buffalo was later healed by the power of God.

Kanasa and her son

“We were called to Kanasa’s village in the evening before we were to leave and were told that a buffalo had attacked her when she went to collect water at the nearby stream,” says Ginny Hales, part of a missions team visiting from Birmingham, Alabama.

She said that Dr. Susan McCollum, also from Birmingham, Alabama, examined the woman and found her to be in a “very bad state” with her “femur fractured, a huge hole through the skin of the thigh where the horn of the buffalo had entered.”

“There was also damage to her forehead and some ribs were fractured. I believe a lung had been pierced…. The wounds were washed and covered and Susan gave pain relief medicine and antibiotics and as it was late in the evening and we needed to get all our things together at our base in Enturoto we had to say that we would collect her early the next morning and take her to the hospital. We prayed for God to keep her safe overnight and to heal her and then we left.”

Hales said that early the next morning they returned to the village of Osarara and as they came to the bottom of the hill a woman came running towards them shouting, “Kanasa is healed! Kanasa is healed!”

“Behind her, walking down the hill without a limp or an impediment came Kanasa, on her face a huge smile! Her leg was truly healed and the hole where the horn had entered had closed completely. The broken skin on her forehead had also closed and there was no sign of infection anywhere,” Hales reports.

“As far as Susan could tell the ribs were still painful and it was a few weeks before they healed, but the major wounds had healed completely and there was no infection – a major miracle after being pierced by a dirty horn. There was great praise to God, as you can imagine.”

“This was indeed a miracle,” Kanasa’s son says. “We know my mother was restored by prayer because she had also broken her leg, and this was healed also.”

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Small intestine grows back after prayer to Jesus!

Angels rescued mechanic crushed by truck axle

By Mark Ellis

He was underneath a Peterbilt logging truck’s engine when the jack gave way, and 10,000 pounds crushed his body to within an inch of the cement floor. In his near-fatal experience he watched two angels tend to his body as he miraculously came back from the edge of death.

Bruce Van Natta

“I traveled around Wisconsin doing on-site repairs on diesel engines,” says Bruce Van Natta, 42. On a mild fall day, he had fixed the coolant leak on the mammoth logging truck, put his tools away and was ready to leave, when the truck’s driver asked him to look at one more thing.

“There’s an oil seep in the front of the engine somewhere,” the man said. Bruce got on the creeper on the floor and slid under the huge chrome bumper, feet first. The truck was still running.

“Why don’t you jump inside and shut it off,” Bruce called out. With the front wheel removed and the truck jacked up, there was barely enough room for Bruce to slip under the axle that ran from wheel to wheel.

Bruce noticed the driver hadn’t positioned any safety equipment to support the jack – no blocking or jack stands. But Bruce had done the same thing many times himself to save time, so he wasn’t concerned.

But as the other man hopped up in the truck’s cab to shut off the engine, he watched the huge truck shift and rock slightly. “Out of the peripheral vision in my left eye I saw movement,” Bruce says. “I turned my head just in time to see the jack wiggle around and shoot out like a rocket.”

The leading edge under the massive engine – the truck’s axle – came down on Jack’s body like a blunt guillotine, with a crushing blow across his stomach nearly cutting him in half. It created the loudest noise Bruce had ever heard.

“Lord help me!” Bruce cried out twice. The force of the trauma on his stomach caused blood to shoot into his throat suddenly; he coughed and spit out a large blob. He bled internally from major arteries severed in five places.

Bruce looked at the left side of his body and saw he was only one inch thick. “I was thinner than the thickness of my spine,” he recalls. Because the axle went up at a slight angle, the axle crushed him to about two inches on the right side.

“Call 911!” Bruce screamed. The driver went into shock when he saw Bruce’s condition. After he placed the emergency call, he grabbed the jack to hoist the truck off Bruce’s body, but the only place he could find to attach it was one of the springs near the wheel – a precarious and unstable position.

As the engine lifted above his crushed stomach, Bruce thought it would be impossible to look this way and still be alive. It was somewhat surreal; he thought his flattened body resembled a cartoon character.

I’m probably going to die, he thought…this will probably kill me.

“Get me out from under the truck,” Bruce yelled, fearful the truck might fall again. But the other man refused to touch him. With two shattered vertebrae, it was not a good idea to move his body.

Bruce reached back and grabbed the chrome bumper himself, then used all the strength he could muster. “I pulled as hard as I could and got my head out,” he recalls, but the rest of his body was still under the truck.

Immediately after that exertion, Bruce passed out. He believes he died at that moment or had a near-death experience. “I can say I died because when the medical people got there I didn’t have a pulse.”

Then something very strange happened. “My spirit left my body and went up in the roof of the garage. My spirit was up there looking down, at perfect peace.”

The other man knelt over Bruce’s body, crying, running his fingers through Bruce’s hair, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said repeatedly.

Then looking down from above, Bruce witnessed something even more startling. “I realized there was a huge angel on either side of my body,” he says. He estimates the angels were about eight feet tall, very muscular, dressed in white robes.

“There was a light shining off both of them,” he recalls. “They were identical in appearance, like matching bookends.” Their long hair flowed to the middle of their backs.

The angels’ robes were woven in such a way as to create a course, patterned material. “The robes were tight enough that I could see muscles bulging out of their shoulders, backs, and arms,” he notes. Their arms were positioned under the bumper, angled toward Bruce’s body.

Bruce estimates he was watching from above for about 30 to 40 minutes. Because he was in a rural area – the closest town was Adams Friendship, Wisconsin– the emergency responders were a volunteer fire department.

Immediately they grasped the severity of his injuries and called for a helicopter that would transport him to Madison’s Trauma Center. The chopper came relatively quickly, but then turned around because there was no ambulance on the scene – no way to get his body into the helicopter.

Even though Bruce was ‘dead’ or ‘unconscious,’ he could later identify the 10 people who arrived, even the fact that two of them entered the building by the wrong door, something he could not have known unless his spirit observed from above.

One of the volunteers, Shannon Cila, kneeled down next to him and began lightly slapping his face.

“Bruce Van Natta, open your eyes. Bruce Van Natta open your eyes,” she said. She continued, as her voice rose.

From the ceiling, Bruce felt his spirit inch closer as she called out to him.
“All of a sudden I shot back into my body and I’m looking at this woman eye-to-eye.”

In his body, he suddenly felt excruciating pain. “In the ceiling I was at perfect peace, but back in my body I realized, ‘Oh crap, I’m the guy who was under the truck.’”

He glanced to the right and the left, but couldn’t see the angels anymore. Somehow, he sensed they were still there.

“I realized I was on the edge of life and death and I got scared. Every time Bruce shut his eyes, his spirit left his body and began to “rocket” down a tunnel. Then Shannon lightly slapped his face and called his name and his spirit returned.

“Do you want to live?” she asked him. “Do you have a wife and kids?”

His wife Lori and their four children jumped into his mind. I can’t die, he suddenly thought. I’ve got to be here for my family.

“No matter how bad it hurt, I decided I had to keep my eyes open,” he says.

It was more than two hours before Bruce received medical attention at UW Madison Trauma Center. The emergency room doctors on duty who examined Bruce’s initial CT scan, Dr. Scott Pinchot, Dr. Fumito Ito, and Dr. Daniel McKenna got into a vigorous disagreement because the CT scan indicated that Bruce should be dead.

With his superior mesenteric artery severed in two places, and other arteries and veins cut, he should have bled to death within minutes. What stunned the doctors is that he still registered a weak blood pressure and his heart was still beating.

Dr. McKenna, the chief resident in the trauma department told Bruce later: “We were looking at the CT scans of a dead person. You were dead; but your eyes were open and your heart was pounding like a 20-year-old man running a marathon.”

“We couldn’t make sense of it,” he said. “Was something in the CT Scan lying to us? You had bled out; we had no flow. We didn’t know what to make of it.”

Bruce believes the two angels followed him during the emergency and intervened to keep him alive. In addition to the severed arteries and veins, his pancreas and spleen were crushed, two vertebrae were broken, and most of his small intestine obliterated.

Doctors were so certain he would die within hours, they opened Bruce up and repaired the major arteries, attempting nothing more. They decided to wait four hours, believing he would die within that time-frame.  They ultimately waited another 12 hours before any further intervention, they were so certain he would die. But his heart kept beating.

Next they placed Bruce into an induced coma. Eventually, he endured five surgeries over the next 12 months. After that, he had a year and a half of rehab.

Bruce credits his wife’s prayers in his miraculous survival. “When she first got the news, she got down on her knees and said, ‘Lord, I can’t deal with this. I need your help. If Bruce can’t be the man he wants to be, then take him. But if he can be who he wants to be, then please save him.’”

“She only took her Bible into the hospital and never left my side for three weeks except to go to the bathroom,” he says. “It was touch and go for a long time. There was miracle after miracle. God healed my spleen and my pancreas.”

When Bruce came out of the coma he got some bad news. “They only expected me to live one year because I didn’t have enough small intestines,” he says. While the average small intestine is 20 feet in length, Bruce only had three feet remaining – and that small portion was not functioning properly.

“They told me they could only feed me intravenously for a year and then I would die,” he notes. His weight dropped from 185 to 124 and he began to have the look of a concentration camp victim.

But a man named Bruce Carlson heard about Bruce Van Natta’s medical case from a prayer chain, then God woke Carlson up two mornings in a row with a special assignment: buy a plane ticket and fly from New York to Wisconsin to pray for Bruce’s healing.

Carlson argued with God about the $900 plane ticket. “I wasn’t looking for this,” Carlson notes.

“He showed up at the hospital and prayed for me,” Bruce recalls. Carlson placed his right hand on Bruce’s forehead, and then he prayed a bold prayer:

“Lord, I add my prayers to all the other prayers for Bruce. In the name of Jesus, I command you small intestine to grow back right now.”

Bruce’s daughter helps her dad after he first came home

Instantly, Bruce felt an “electric shock” and heard a snap. “An electricity, the power of God came right out of his hand and went into my intestines. I could feel them rolling around,” he says.

“It felt like a snake came uncoiled inside my stomach,” he continues. “I felt something cylindrical rolling around and moving inside my stomach.” Doctors confirmed the miracle later through x-rays and CT scans: his small intestine grew an additional seven feet in response to this prayer in Jesus name.

Not only did the intestine grow back, it worked perfectly. “When they tested it the small intestine worked exactly as if I had all my intestines. I was losing weight and then, all of a sudden, my weight leveled off.”

Sometime following the accident, Bruce left his business and entered full-time Christian work. Bruce authored a book about his miracle, “Saved by Angels” (Destiny Image) and is working on a new book that will come out in January.

He formed Sweet Bread Ministries, a non-denominational, evangelistic ministry dedicated to bringing people of all backgrounds into a closer, more intimate relationship with Jesus Christ.

“I’m in great health now,” Bruce says. “God is real and He is still doing miracles today.”

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Skull fractured into 100 pieces- completely healed through prayer

Traumatic brain injury brings healing to church

By Mark Ellis 

A divisive spirit reared its ugly head in a Texas church until a young man suffered a catastrophic brain injury. As church members locked arms to pray for a healing miracle, another miracle happened — the bitterness brewing in their midst suddenly vanished like a summer rain.

It started when the lead pastor and assistant pastor announced they would leave their church in Victoria, Texas to plant a church in Florida. Stunned church members were left shaking their heads, asking about their motives and wondering what would come next.

“All this brought division, with people going different ways,” says Nate Lytle, who was 23 at the time – and in many ways caught in the middle of the fracas. The departing pastors wanted Nate to go with them and become a college pastor. Many in the Texas church wanted Nate to stay as the youth pastor at his present church.

“I felt a lot of pressure; all great opportunities but I didn’t know where God would take me,” Nate recalls. “I kept praying, ‘God, I want your will to be done in this whole thing. Use me and do whatever it takes to bring you glory.”

Shortly after Nate prayed this prayer, he was standing atop a ten-foot ladder, helping to unload a large metal pipe in the warehouse of his father’s industrial supply company.  Nate’s father, Billy, was on the rack as they slowly eased the oil pipe out of its position.

Somehow they lost their grip and the massive pipe fell to the concrete floor. On its way down, it hit the bottom rung of the ladder and knocked Nate into a 10-foot freefall, sideways.

“It happened so fast I didn’t have time to react,” Nate says. “I tried to grab something, but there was nothing there.”

When he landed, Nate’s head hit the pipe with tremendous force. “My skull went on top of the pipe and it shattered like an egg.”

Surprisingly, he maintained consciousness. Nate’s father was at his side in an instant. “Did you hit your head; did you hit your head?” he asked.

“I could see; my eyes were open, and I talked, but nothing made sense,” Nate says. “I was speaking gibberish.”

There was no blood on the ground, and his only visible injury was a broken wrist, completely folded back on his arm. At that point, his father didn’t realize Nate had a fist-sized hole in his skull and massive internal bleeding, with three hematomas in his head slowly growing to the size of a grapefruit.

“It was surreal because I was lying there dying and nobody knew I had a brain injury,” Nate says.

Billy Lytle sprinted 100 yards to the parking lot for his truck, which he wheeled inside to pick up his son. Then they raced to the emergency room at Citizens Medical Hospital in Victoria.

Nate’s mother, Tammy, met them in the ER room. “Nate, are you Okay? We’re here for you,” she said. At that moment, Nate’s head lurched backward and he fell out of his wheelchair.

A CTscan revealed his skull fractured into 100 pieces, many embedded in the brain, with the growing hematomas exerting potentially fatal pressure on his spinal cord.

In fact, the trauma associated with the fall caused Nate’s brain to shift 1.7 centimeters past its normal, centerline position. Known as a “midline shift,” any movement over 2 mm is considered potentially fatal.

One of the trauma doctors immediately recognized Nate had only 15 minutes to live, unless emergency surgery could be performed.

Victoria’s population, about 60,000, only supported one neurosurgeon, Dr. Keith Norvell. Unfortunately, he had been on an extended leave for two to three months. There was no time to fly Nate to San Antonio or Houston. Only Dr. Norvell could save Nate’s life – if he could be located.

“I fell at 9:15 a.m. that morning,” Nate recounts. “Dr. Norvell came back to the hospital one hour before that. It was his first day back from vacation.” Dr. Norvell also happened to be a Christian who had attended Bible studies with Nate’s parents.

Dr. Norvell studied the CT scan and shared his concerns with Billy and Tammy Lytle. “I’ve seen a lot of brain injuries,” he told them. “This is the worst I’ve seen on paper. I can not fix this.”

“We know you’re a believer,” Tammy replied. “We have to hold on to prayer because our God is bigger than this.”

Tammy and Billy held each other and prayed an eternity-minded prayer: “Lord, if Nate can come out of the surgery and still speak truth into people’s lives, please save him. If he can’t speak truth into other people’s lives, then take him home.”

As Nate was prepped for surgery, a remarkable peace and assurance swept over him. “I thought I was going home to heaven,” he recalls. “Some people might be afraid, but I had no regrets or worries because I knew where I was going. I had been serving God.”

His last thought was, I hope I made an impact in some people’s lives.

Meanwhile, the call to prayer had begun in the Lytle’s church, and two ICU waiting rooms filled up with church members – many locked arm-in-arm. “People said it was the most love they had seen in a hospital setting,” Nate recounts. “It was a beautiful thing.”

“Suddenly everybody dropped what they were doing and said, ‘Let’s pray for Nate.’

Mounting divisions in the church, with people going their own ways, seemed to fade away. “My injury helped bring people back together again,” he notes. “People started talking and praying with each other.”

“Only God can make a beautiful thing out of messes,” he adds.

Nate was in a coma for six weeks. Doctors informed his parents that he might never walk or communicate again. His parents heard the troubling stories about brain trauma injuries: people in a sleep state for years, people unable to eat or swallow by themselves, many confined to wheelchairs, unable to communicate.

His parents wondered, What kind of life will he have? Will he ever be normal again? Still, they continued to pray.

In his second week into the coma, a young nurse named Brianna was removing staples from his head. During the procedure, she inadvertently pinched him while she was taking the staples out, causing him to awaken very briefly.

“I saw a girl with bright eyes, nice teeth, and a warm spirit,” he recalls. His moment of recognition lasted only a few seconds – like a quick snapshot in his memory – then he fell back into the coma.

After two weeks, Nate was transferred to TIRR Memorial Hermann in Houston, the same facility that treated Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords after her shooting.

Even while Nate was in his coma, he began to do things that amazed his doctors. “I was very weak because I lost 55 pounds, but I was able to walk with assistance,” he reports. “People usually don’t do this. The doctors were totally amazed and said they had never seen that kind of progress.”

“We knew thousands of people were praying and how big God is,” Nate says. “When you blend doctors and medicine with the power of the living God – this is the real miracle here.”

After Nate came out of the coma, he had difficult talking for six months. “I couldn’t find the word in my head,” he notes. “When I finally got the word, I had to get it from my brain to my lips.”

An acylic plate replaced the damaged hole in Nate’s skull and he went through another 13 months of outpatient therapy. Amazingly, he returned to surfing within one year of his injury.

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During the therapy, the same nurse who left the vivid imprint in his mind during the coma was at this side, Brianna. The two married 21 months after his fall.

Nate has fully healed and is able to live a full and active life. With the help of his mother’s daily journal, he wrote a book about his amazing recovery, “More God: Seeing The Blessings Through The Pain” (NateLytle.com or Westbow Press).

“I brag about God so people can see how good He is, even in the worst circumstances,” he says. “God makes the miracles; it all came from Him.”

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Smith Wigglesworth on Sin and Sickness

Sin and Sickness: Are they related?

There is a close relationship between sin and sickness. How many know that their sicknesses are a direct result sin? I hope that no one will come to be prayed for who was living in sin. But if you will obey God and repent of your sin in stop it, God will meet you, and neither your sickness nor your sin will remain. “The prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven” James 5:15

Faith is just the open door through which the Lord comes. Do not say, “I was saved by faith” or “I was Healed by faith.” Faith does not save and heal. God saves in heals through that open door. You believe, and the power of Christ comes. Salvation and healing are for the glory of God. I am here because God healed me when I was dying, and I’ve been around the world preaching this full redemption, doing all I can to bring glory to the wonderful name of the one who healed me.

“Sin no more, lest a worst thing comes upon you” John 5:14. The Lord told us in one place about an evil spirit going out of a man. The house that the evil spirit left got all swept and put in order, but it received no new occupant. That evil spirit, with seven other spirits more wicked than itself, went back to the unoccupied house, and “the last state of that man was worse than the first.” Matthew 12:45.

The Lord does not heal you to go to a baseball game or to a racetrack. He heals you for His glory so that from that moment your life will glorify Him. But this man remained stationary. He did not magnify the God. He did not seek to be filled with the Spirit. And his last day became “worse than the first.”

The Lord wants to so cleanse the motives and desires of your hearts, that we will seek one thing only, and that is His glory. I went to a certain place one day and the Lord said, “this is for My glory.”

A young man had been sick for a long time. He had been confined to his bed in an utterly hopeless condition. He was fed with a spoon and was never dressed. The weather was damp, so I said to the people in the house, “I wish you would put the young man’s clothes by the fire to air.” At first, they would not take any notice of my request, but because I was persistent they took out his clothes. When They had been aired, I took them into his room.

Upon entering the room the Lord said to me, “you will have nothing to do with this,” and I just lay prostrate on the floor. The Lord showed me that he was going to shake the place with his glory. The very bed shook. I laid my hands on the young man in the name of Jesus, and the power fell in such a way that I fell with my face to the floor.

In about a quarter of an hour the young man got up and walked back-and-forth praising God. He dressed himself and then went out to the room where his father and mother were. He said “God has healed me.” Both the father and mother fell prostrate to the floor as the power of God surged through that room. There was a woman in that house who had been in an Asylum for lunacy, and her condition was so bad that they were about to take her back. But the power of God healed her, too.

The power of God is just the same today as it was in the past. Men need to be taken back to the old paths, to the old-time faith, to believing God’s word and every “Thus says the Lord” in it. The Spirit of the Lord is moving in these days. God is coming forth. If you want to be in the rising tide, you must accept all God has said.

“Do you want to be made well?” (John 5:6). It is Jesus who asks this question. Give him your answer. He will hear, He will answer.

From “Smith Wigglesworth on Healing”
Copyright 1999 Whitaker House Publishing

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Blindness healed by medical miracle

Eyeballs Instantly appear in blind child -Healed by Jesus through Mel Bond

Eyeballs Instantly appear -Healed by Jesus!

This is an amazing video testimony of a healing by Jesus where a blind child receives restored sight and new eyeballs while Mel Bond prays for healing!
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Part 2 More Amazing sight Miracles!

(Mel’s book listed in the video is available here for free: http://www.releasinggodsanointing.com/ReleasingGod’sAnointing.pdf )

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Jesus visits dying Muslim in hospital room

Jesus visits dying Muslim in hospital room, brings healing
By Mark Ellis

Dr. Saddiki in hospital

He had the worst case of shingles in the history of Toronto General Hospital and doctors prepared him for the worst. Raised a devout Muslim, he was stunned when Jesus appeared in his hospital room and brought the kind of healing only Jesus can bring.

“My skin was burning as if someone had doused it with gasoline and then threw a match on it,” says Dr. Nasir Saddiki, the founder of Wisdom Ministries. “I felt like I was on fire from my inside.”

 

In a sterile room on the eighth floor of the hospital, his doctor informed him “the blisters are multiplying so fast I can literally watch them grow. Your body has stopped fighting back.”

The next day he contracted chicken pox and doctors placed him in strict isolation. His temperature soared to 107.6 degrees, a life-threatening level high enough to leave his brain permanently damaged.

For days he continued to deteriorate. “My nerve endings became so inflamed that even a single hair drifting across my skin sent shock waves of fire rippling through my body,” he says.

At 34, Dr. Saddiki had already earned his first million dollars, but he wasn’t prepared to handle his own mortality. “In facing death I felt nothing but weakness and outright terror. I didn’t have the slightest idea what might await me on the other side. I had been raised as a devout Moslem and I had been taught that Allah was a god who did not heal sickness. I thought that my only hope was in medicine.”

As Dr. Saddiki slipped close to death, he became listless and unresponsive, yet he could hear his doctors’ conversations.  ”His immune system has simply shut down” one of them said.”

“He’s dying,” another doctor stated. “His immune system must be compromised by AIDS.”

I don’t have AIDS, Dr. Saddiki wanted to say, but was unable to speak. The full weight of their remarks hit him like a sledgehammer. If they had given up hope, where did that leave him?

Doctors delivered the bad news to his business partner. “In a few hours he’ll be dead,” they informed him. “If by some miracle he lives he’ll be blind in his right eye, deaf in his right ear, paralyzed on his right side and severely brain damaged.” Then they walked out of the room, leaving him alone.

“I suddenly felt like a drowning man going down for the third time,” Dr. Saddiki says. “Gathering what little strength I still had I was barely able to whisper, ‘God if you are real do not let me die.’”

Then in the middle of the night, something remarkable happened. He awoke suddenly to find a man standing at the foot of his bed. “I was shocked because rays of light emanated from him, which allowed me to see his body in my pitch-black room.

But one part of the man’s body blazed with glory. “Amazingly I was unable to see His face. It was too bright to look at it without hurting my eyes.

Even as a Muslim, he had an “inner knowing” that the one who stood there was Jesus Christ.

Dr. Saddiki felt no fear, only profound serenity in the presence of the one called the Prince of Peace. Although he couldn’t speak, he wondered why Jesus would come to a Muslim when everyone else had left him to die.

He didn’t hear an audible voice from Jesus, but these words came into his mind: I am the God of the Christians. I am the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

“That is all He told me. As suddenly as He had appeared and woke me up, He disappeared.”

The next morning Dr. Saddiki’s doctors returned to examine him. “The blisters have stopped growing,” they almost shouted with amazement. Since he seemed more alert they said, “we don’t know why but your shingles have gone into remission.

The following day, still in severe pain and covered with blisters, Dr. Saddiki was discharged from the hospital with a suitcase full of drugs. “Don’t leave your home,” they  cautioned. “It will be months before your blisters disappear and when they do, you will be left with white patches of skin and severe scarring all over your body. The pain that you are experiencing can last for years.”

“I looked like a cross between a leper and the Elephant Man,” Dr. Saddiki notes. “When people saw me they literally fled to the other side of the street because I scared them so much. However I wasn’t concerned about my appearance because I couldn’t stop thinking about Jesus’ appearance. I was certain that His presence in my hospital room had stopped the shingles virus.”

As a result of his unusual encounter with Jesus, questions swirled through his mind. “I knew very little about Jesus. I still had a consuming question in my mind. Is Jesus the Son of God as Christians claim or is He just a prophet as Muslims are taught?”

His first night home he continued to suffer. “In spite of my medication, the pain and itching was so horrible I almost had to tie my hands to a chair to keep from scratching myself to death.” Mercifully, he drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning he woke up early and turned on the television. “While flipping through the channels I froze when I saw the following words on the screen: ‘Is Jesus the Son of God’? I watched captivated as two men spent the entire program discussing this topic and in the process, answering all of my questions.”

Before the program ended, one of the men led the television audience in a prayer. “My body was aflame with pain but I knelt on my living floor anyway.” As tears streamed down his face, he repeated the prayer and invited Jesus into his heart.

Immediately, the Holy Spirit brought a voracious spiritual hunger that caused him to want to know more about Jesus. In spite of his doctor’s orders to stay inside, he went out and bought a Bible.

He devoured the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.”I still felt spiritually ravenous so I then started in Genesis and read through the entire Bible during my sleepless nights.”

His business partner, who happened to be a Christian, brought Dr. Saddiki books and teaching tapes, which further explained the gospel to him.

As his faith began grew, his prayers got bolder. “I dug out a picture of how I looked before I was attacked with shingles. I prayed and asked God to make me look that way again.”

A few days later, something amazing happened. Dr. Saddiki awakened to find his pillow covered with blisters that had fallen off his face. “I crawled out of bed and stepped into the shower. What started on my pillow was finished in the shower.

Dr. Saddiki with wife, after healing

“Every blister fell off my body!” he exclaims. “Instead of being covered with patches of white and scar tissue, my skin turned red. It then slowly healed, returning to its pre-shingles condition. When that occurred I not only looked human, I actually looked like I did before I became ill, except for the scars that I still have on my chest.”

Amazingly, none of the doctor’s dire predictions came true. “My eyesight is now 20/20. My hearing is normal. My speech is unimpaired and I suffered absolutely no brain damage at all.”

“My healing was totally miraculous ,swift and complete. I never suffered from lingering pain or in fact any other complication. I had the most miraculous recovery the Toronto General Hospital has ever experienced.”

Jesus showed up in a hospital room of a dying Muslim and brought healing. “But that wasn’t the greatest miracle that He performed,” Dr. Saddiki notes. “The transformation that occurred in my heart was even more dramatic than the one that occurred in my body.”

From that day forward, Dr. Siddiki’s passion has been to know and serve the Lord Jesus Christ.

An international teacher and evangelist, Dr. Siddiki holds crusades throughout the world. He and his wife, Anita, host a television program on TBN, Winning with Wisdom, which is broadcast to 15,000 stations via satellite reaching millions, including those in the Middle East. The founder of Wisdom Ministries, Dr. Siddiki teaches biblical principles for success at the Wisdom Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma. For more information, go to his website at www.wisdomministries.org

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Atheist near-death experience in hell

Atheist professor’s near-death experience in hell left him changed

— In some near-death experiences, people report they were drawn toward “the light.” But in this horrifying near-death experience for an atheist art professor, he was drawn into the darkness of hell, which dramatically altered the course of his life.

“I was a double atheist,” says Howard Storm, who became a tenured art professor at Northern Kentucky University by age 27.  “I was a know-it-all college professor, and universities are some of the most closed-minded places there are,” he notes.

On the last day of a three-week European art tour he led, his group had returned to their hotel in Paris after a visit to the artist Delacroix’s home and studio. As Howard stood in his room with his wife and another student, suddenly he screamed and dropped to the floor in agony.

“I had a perforation of the small stomach, known as the duodenum,” he recalls. At first, Howard thought he was shot, and he glanced around the room to see if he could spot a smoking gun. As he writhed in pain on the ground, kicking and screaming, his wife called for a doctor.

“They said I needed surgery immediately,” Howard says. “It’s like having a burst appendix. I was told that if they don’t get to it within five hours, you’re probably going to die.”

Howard had the misfortune of a falling ill on a Saturday in a country with socialized medicine, and no doctor could be found. “French doctors do seven surgeries a week, and after they do the seven surgeries, they take the weekend off,” he discovered.

They placed him on a bed without sheets or a pillow and offered no pain medication. He waited in the room for 10 hours. “I was just lying there going south,” Howard says. Meanwhile, intestinal contents were leaking into his abdominal cavity, which would soon lead to peritonitis, septic shock and certain death.

At 8:30 p.m. a nurse came in and said they were still unable to find a doctor, but they would try to find one the next day, Sunday.

“I had been struggling very hard to stay alive, but when she said there was no doctor, I knew it was time to stop fighting,” Howard says.

Yet the thought of death scared him. “I was terrified of dying because it meant lights out, the end of the story,” he notes. “It seemed horrible that at 38-years-old, when I felt powerful and successful in my life, it would all come to an end in such a ridiculously pitiful way.”

Howard made an impassioned farewell to his wife, and told her to tell their friends and the rest of his family goodbye. Then he lost consciousness.

It wasn’t long after he lost consciousness that he had a very unusual out-of-body experience, and found himself standing next to his bed, looking at himself lying there. As he stood there, he noticed he didn’t feel the pain in his stomach. He felt more alive than ever, and his senses seemed more heightened than usual.

He tried to communicate with his wife and another man in the room, but they didn’t respond, which frustrated him. “I was glad I didn’t have the pain, but also I was very confused and disturbed by the situation.”

“I saw my body lying on the bed, but I refused to believe it was me. How could that be me if I was standing there,” he wondered.

Suddenly he heard people outside the room calling for him by name. They spoke English, without a French accent, which seemed strange, because everyone in the hospital either spoke French or heavily accented English.

“Come with us,” they said. “Hurry up, let’s go.”

Howard went to the doorway. “Are you from the doctor?” he asked. “I need to have surgery. I’m sick and I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“We know all about you,” one said. “We’ve been waiting for you. It’s time for you to go. Hurry up.”

Howard left the room and started to walk with them down a long hallway, which was very dimly lit – almost dingy. “They took me on a very long journey through a grey space that got increasingly darker and darker,” he recalls.

They walked a long time, and Howard wondered why he was not tired when he had just suffered the worst day of his life.

“Where are we going? Howard asked. “How come it’s taking so long? What is the doctor’s name?”

“Shut up,” one said. “Be quiet,” another said. “Don’t ask questions.”

Howard’s fear and apprehension grew at the same time he lost trust in his guides. “Finally it was so dark I was terrified and I said, ‘I’m not going any farther. I want to go back.”

“You’re almost there,” one replied.

Howard dug in his heels. “I’m not going any farther,” he said firmly.

A fight ensues

His guides began to push and pull at him. Howard fought back, but he was horribly outnumbered.

“We had a big fight and the fight turned into them annihilating me, which they did slowly and with much relish,” he says. “Mostly they were biting and tearing at me. This went on for a long time. They did other things to humiliate and violate me which I don’t talk about.”

When Howard was no longer “amusing” to them, he collapsed on the ground, ripped apart, unable to move.

He lay there motionless for a few moments, completely spent. Then he was surprised by a small voice inside his head that said, ‘Pray to God.’

He thought, ‘I don’t pray. I don’t even believe in God.’

Then he heard the voice a second time, ‘Pray to God.’

‘But I wouldn’t know how to pray even if I wanted to pray,’ he thought. Whose voice was this, he wondered? It sounded like his voice, but the words were completely foreign to his

own thinking.

Then he heard the voice a third time repeat the same message. His mind drifted back to his days in Sunday school as a child. “I tried to remember things I memorized when I was very young,” he says. He struggled to think of something he could pray.

Then he managed to blurt out, “The Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want…”

When the people around him heard his attempt to pray, they became enraged. “There is no God and nobody can hear you,” they cried, along with other obscenities. “If you keep praying we will really hurt you.”

But Howard noticed something curious. The more he prayed and began to mention God,

the more they backed away from him.

Emboldened, he began to shout out bits and pieces of the Lord’s Prayer, “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” and “God Bless America.” Finally, he was screaming any fragments of God’s truth he could muster from the moldy recesses of his memory bank.

It seemed to work! Even in the darkness, he could tell they had fled, but not too far away.

As he lay there, Howard began to review his life. “I came to the conclusion I led a crummy life and I had gone down the sewer pipe of the universe. I had gone into the septic tank with other human garbage. I was being processed by the garbage people into garbage like them.”

“Whatever life was supposed to be about, I missed it,” he thought. “What I received was what I deserved and the people who attacked me were people like me. They were my kindred spirits. Now I will be stuck with them forever.” Feelings of self-loathing and hopelessness filled his mind.

His thoughts floated back again to himself as a nine-year-old in Sunday School, “I remembered myself singing “Jesus Loves Me,” and I could feel it inside me. As a child, I thought Jesus was really cool and he was my buddy and he would take care of me.”

“But even if Jesus is real, why would he care about me? he thought. “He probably hates my guts. I’m not going to think anymore; I’m going to ask him.”

“I’ve got nothing else to lose. I’ll give Jesus a try.”

A cry for help

Then he yelled into the darkness, “Jesus, please save me!”

Within an instant, a brilliant light appeared that came closer and closer. He found himself bathed in a beautiful light, and for the first time he could clearly see his own body’s miserable condition, ghastly for his own eyes to behold. “I was almost all gore.”

Immediately he recognized Jesus, the King

of Kings, the Rescuer, the Deliverer. “His arms reached down and touched me and everything healed up and came back together,” he recalls. “He filled me with a love I never knew existed.”

Then he picked up Howard, like one football player picking up a fallen teammate on the field, put his arms around him, and Howard cried like a baby in His arms. “He carried me out of there and we headed to where God lives.”

In his mind, Howard began to think that Jesus made a terrible mistake. “I’m garbage and I don’t belong in heaven,” he thought.

They stopped moving, and both Howard and Jesus were hanging in space, somewhere between heaven and hell. “We don’t make mistakes,” Jesus said tenderly.

“He could read everything in my mind and put His voice into my head,” Howard recalls. “We had very rapid, instantaneous conversations.”

Then Jesus told Howard He had angels who would show him his life. “It was a terrible experience because my life deteriorated after adolescence. I saw I became a selfish, unloving person. I was successful, a full tenured art professor at 27, the department head, but I was a jerk.”

In this replay, he saw his heavy drinking and adultery. “I cheated on my wife proudly. It was horrible.”

For the first time he realized the way he lived his life hurt Jesus. “I was in the arms of the most wonderful, holy, loving, kind person and we’re looking at this stuff. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

As they watched together, Howard could see the pain and disappointment on the face of Jesus. “When I did these things it was like sticking a knife into his heart.”

“Do you have any questions?” Jesus asked.

“I have a million questions,” Howard replied, and proceeded to unburden himself of anything and everything he could imagine asking an omniscient being. Jesus answered Howard’s questions kindly and patiently.

When Howard couldn’t think of anything else to ask, he said, “I’m ready to go to heaven now.”

“You’re not going to heaven. You’re going back to the world,” Jesus replied.

Howard began to argue, but it was to no avail. Jesus told him to go back and live his life differently.

Going back

At 9:00 p.m., Howard was back in his hospital room in Paris. Less than 30 minutes had elapsed since he lost consciousness.

As Howard opened his eyes, he heard the nurse say, “The doctor arrived at the hospital and you’re going to have the surgery.”

As they wheeled him out of his room on a gurney, he saw his wife in the hallway. “Everything is going to be really good now,” he said to her. When she heard him, she cried, thinking they were brave words.

When Howard emerged from surgery, with the effects of the anesthesia wearing off, he spoke to his wife. “It’s all love,” he told her. “You don’t have to suffer anymore.”

“You need to sleep,” she replied, thinking he was slightly addled from the drugs. Then he awakened again and began to tell her about Jesus and the angels and heaven and hell.

“She was an atheist and she didn’t like it. She thought I lost my mind.” Sadly, Howard’s marriage ended in divorce after she left him many years later.

When his strength returned, Howard began to devour the Bible. “Since none of my atheist friends believed me, I started memorizing verses and I would give them Bible lectures, but that didn’t go over very well,” he recalls.

He grew “desperate” for fellowship in a church, and began to attend Christ Church in Fort Thomas, Kentucky, part of United Church of Christ. Howard’s pastor worked with him patiently, and after three years, Howard was ordained as a lay minister in his church.

Sensing a deeper call into ministry, he attended United Theological Seminary in Dayton, Ohio and later pastored a church in Covington, Ohio.

He also wrote a book about his experience, “My Descent Into Death,” which he says was written primarily to non-believers.
Howard and his second wife, Marcia, a strong Christian, are both involved in missionary work in Belize. He maintains a passion for painting, with much of his art devoted to spiritual themes.

Testimony from God Reports web-site
https://www.godreports.com/testimony-view/1439

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Miracle Healing

Husband Celebrates Miracle: ‘Brain Dead’ Wife Wakes Up in Hospital

Husband Celebrates Miracle: ‘Brain Dead’ Wife Wakes Up in Hospital

DARWIN, Australia — A woman who was diagnosed as being brain dead has recovered three days after her husband begged doctors to put in a breathing tube before switching off a ventilator at an Australian hospital, the Northern Territory News reported Wednesday.

Gloria Cruz, 56, underwent brain surgery after a tumor was discovered when she suffered a stroke on March 7 and was rushed to the Royal Darwin Hospital in Darwin, Northern Territory.

Doctors told her husband Tani Cruz, 51, the case was “hopeless” and she would probably die within 48 hours following the surgery.

After two weeks, a breathing tube was inserted in Mrs Cruz’s mouth and the ventilator was turned off. Hospital staff were stunned when she woke from her coma three days later.

When a doctor recommended that the ventilator be removed and Gloria Cruz be allowed to die, her husband told them, “I’m a Catholic — I believe in miracles.”

“I told him that God knows how much I love her — that I don’t want her to suffer but I don’t want her to leave us,” he said.

A doctor described her recovery as “a miracle.”

Mrs Cruz is now alert and getting around in a wheelchair at the hospital.

“She’s well on the way to recovery,” her husband said.

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Woman Brain Dead 17 hrs Awakens: Dr’s classify as a miracle!

Woman Brain Dead 17 hrs Awakens: Dr’s classify as a miracle!

A West Virginia woman is at the Cleveland Clinic after walking the line between life and death.
Doctors are calling Val Thomas a medical miracle. They said they can’t explain how she is alive.
They said Thomas suffered two heart attacks and had no brain waves for more than 17 hours. At about 1:30 a.m. Saturday, her heart stopped and she had no pulse. A respiratory machine kept her breathing and rigor mortis had set in, doctors said.
“Her skin had already started to harden and her fingers curled. Death had set in,” said son Jim Thomas.
They rushed her to a West Virginia hospital. Doctors put Thomas on a special machine which induces hypothermia. The treatment involves lowering the body temperature for up to 24 hours before warming a patient up.
After that procedure, her heart stopped again.
“She had no neurological function,” said Dr. Kevin Eggleston.
Her family said goodbye and doctors removed all the tubes.
However, Thomas was kept on a ventilator a little while longer as an organ donor issue was discussed.
Ten minutes later the woman woke up and started talking.
“She (nurse) said, ‘I’m so sorry Mrs. Thomas.’ And mom said, ‘That’s OK honey. That’s OK,” Jim Thomas said.
Val Thomas and her family strongly believe that the Lord granted them their miracle and they want everyone to know.
“I know God has something in store for me, another purpose. I don’t know what it is but I’m sure he’ll tell me,” she said.

She was taken to the Cleveland Clinic for specialist to check her out. Doctors said amazingly she has no blockage and will be fine.

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