Blog 265

October 30, 2022


Rev. Robert L. Wise, PhD explores the world of divine interventions from an objective point of view. An Archbishop in the Communion of Evangelical Episcopal Churches with a Ph.D., Rev. Wise relates his interviews with persons who experienced the touch of God.


Well, well, here we are on Halloween! We’re suppose to get ready for scary stuff—monsters in the back yard and all. In Mexico, the holiday is called La Día de Los Muertos, The Day of The Dead, honoring those who have died. Sounds a little more civilized than the horror movies that always come with October. However, it is surprising when death can bring a miracle. Here’s a story that happened to a close friend of mine.

When she was around twenty-seven- years old, Donna’s mother died. The mother’s life had been caught up in turmoil and struggles. She had left her husband to become involved with an egotistical narcissistic man with little feeling or concern for anyone but himself.  No one knows exactly what happened, but she overdosed on some form of sleeping pills. Because she was estranged from her family, a state of upheaval and chaos followed. Donna and her sister Linda were overwhelmed. Everyone was pushed to their limit.

I came into the picture because I was Donna’s pastor. Her mother’s boyfriend didn’t want much of a funeral because he was hostile to all religious instructions. Initially, he only tolerated me.

When her condition was discovered, the mother was rushed by ambulance to a hospital. Upon arrival, she was pronounced deceased. Everyone was swept away with emotion. Donna and Linda made their way down to the small chapel in the hospital where they could be alone. Huddled together and kneeling at the rail in front of the altar, they poured out their grief in prayer.

As Donna cried out in prayer, she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. The warmth and pressure instantly felt reassuring. Although no one was behind her, Donna knew a presence was there. Reassurance surged through her.. And then an inner voice spoke. “Be at peace.”

At that same moment, Linda felt the identical touch and profound sense of assurance. Her brokenness began to break. Her despair drained. Everything was different.

“I think Jesus was here,” Linda whispered. “He put his robe around us.”

The two women stopped crying and knew they could live with what every happened next. I was able to establish a relationship with the boyfriend and a proper funeral followed.

Far, far beyond a Halloween “treat,” Donna and Linda had received a visitation that transformed the meaning of death. They could go on in confidence. Death could not be proud; Life had triumphed.

Just remember. Miracles never cease.

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