BLOG 57 October 2, 2017 MIRACLES NEVER CEASE! Robert Wise explores the world of Divine intervention from an objective point of view. Can 21st Century people believe that the hand of God touches people in today’s world? Read and you’ll find new insights.
Many people came to see Agnes through the years, but not everyone was restored in some dramatic way. Some people went home the way they came. I wondered how she knew what to pray for with these people. Agnes had an answer.
Before she prayed for someone, Agnes listened to hear the mind of God. What intentions did he have for the specific person in need? If she felt healing was not possible at that moment, Agnes blessed the person. When she got a green light, she interceded for the specific need.
If you didn’t know Agnes, you’d think that her praying about the wind, earth, and sky was off the scale. But she prayed for hurricanes, against wild fires, and for the rain to start and stop because she believed it was the will of God for humanity to do so. Once during a conference in Southern California with people seated outside, the rain started to hit. She looked up and said, “I’ve got five more minutes then you can start. Please wait.” The rain stopped. When she finished, Agnes looked up again and said “Okay, you can start now.” It did. The crowd stared. The issue was the will of God.
The same was true for dying. I knew that her husbandTed Sanford had a powerful, pleasant dream about dying that occurred five days before his death. Agnes had suggested it might be prophetic of what was to come. When the end came, it was just as Ted had dreamed. Neither Agnes nor Ted were afraid of death as they lived in the light of the resurrection. When Edith Drury called to tell me that Agnes had died, the same amazing dimension had been there.
Agnes came out of her bedroom one morning and told Edith that she believed the Lord was calling her to fly. Could Edith see if a glider might be found to take them for a ride? As she always did, Edith accepted the unusual request in stride and stared calling local airports. A week later, Agnes came out as she always did with an adjusted request.
“I think I got it wrong,” she said.
“Really?” Edith answered.
“Yes. I don’t believe I’m suppose to fly in an airplane. I think it’s time for me to go. I believe I should die.”
“Are you certain? I mean – well, after all –”
“I think so. Please call the women in our prayer group to come over and pray for me. I think I’m suppose to leave on Sunday.”
Edith shrugged. “I’ll do what you tell me. Yes, I’ll call them right now.”
On Sunday, the small group of people gathered around Agnes’s bed and began to pray for her release. In a short time, she was gone. Agnes died on February 21, 1982, the day celebrated in many churches as the Feast of the Transformation. It certainly was hers.
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