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Blog 300

July 17, 2023

MIRACLES NEVER CEASE!

Rev. Robert L. Wise, Ph.D. 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.

AND THEY WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM BUT…

            Does praying make any difference? Secularists conclude you’re only talking to yourself when you pray. And yet, my files are filled with stories of people praying and extraordinary results followed. The difference is that secularists only know one dimension, the physical world. People of faith live in two worlds: the natural and the supernatural. Prayer connects them to that realm beyond the physical. Results follow.

            You can’t “see” the transcendent, but you can experience moments when the “Beyond” breaks into the here and now. Recently, my childhood friend Bill Beuthel shared such a story with me. We grew up together in the mountains of Colorado and today Bill lives in Denver. His pastor told him this story.

            Jodie Berndt was serving  as a missionary in a field hospital in Africa. To pick up supplies, he had to travel by bicycle for two days, camping at night halfway from home. The next day he traveled to the nearest town where he picked up money and supplies before returning in another two days back to the small field hospital.

            When he arrived in the village, two men were fighting savagely. One man was so seriously injured that the missionary helped the defeated man by dressing his wounds. During his nursing care, Berndt shared the story of his faith and witnessed to the bleeding man. Once he finished bandaging, he started back into the jungle only to return two weeks later. The man he had helped was waiting for him. The native shared that he knew Berndt had been carrying money and medicines. Even though the missionary had helped him, the injured man told him what they had planned to the contrary.

            “We followed you back into the jungle,” the native said. “My friends and I knew you would have to camp overnight. We planned to wait until you went to sleep and then sneak in and kill you, along with stealing the money and medicines. We would have done so, but there were 26 guards surrounding you.”

            Berndt had no idea what he was talking about. He laughed and was certain he was alone in the jungle. “No sir,” the native insisted. “My friends also saw the 26 guards. We were certain you were secure.”

            Later when the missionary shared his story in a church service, a man in the congregation stood up and interrupted, asking if Berndt knew the exact date this occurred. He did. The congregant said, “Travel around the world changes the clock. Night in Africa is day here. On that day, I was moved to call some men in the church to gather with me and pray for your protection. The number who gathered to pray for your safety was exactly 26.”                                   

            Does prayer make a difference? The 26 intercessors can testify that it does.

            Remember miracles never cease!

Did you discover something miraculous during the past year? I’d be delighted to hear your story. Please write me. Please email me your story at: miracles@miraclesnevercease.com.

Readers of my MIRACLES NEVER CEASE blog will be fascinated by my latest book:

MIRACLES NEVER CEASE!

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Please watch and subscribe to my new YouTube channel:

MIRACLES NEVER CEASE

Where I post interviews with people sharing their experiences with divine encounters!

Remember to expect the unexpected! And let the miracles begin!

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Blog 293

May 22,2023

MIRACLES NEVER CEASE!

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.

SHE KNEW SHE WAS DEAD BUT…

            While my wife Margueritte and I were having supper with the Correas, Linda began telling me about an experience her mother had when she was born. I was amazed as her story unfolded.

Her mother’s name in Minsk, Russia was Jadwiga Allskiewicz, but when she immigrated to America and married, her name became Edith Gustafson. She had come from what was then White Russia in the Russian-Polish area where she spoke only Russian. Soon she had a much better life in America and eventually had three children. The fourth one was born on May 28, 1958 and that’s where the problem started.

            A decade or so later her last child Linda began having problems sleeping and shared this with her mother. “Why are you afraid of sleeping?” Edith asked.

            “I am afraid I will die when I am sleeping,” thirteen-year old Linda said.

            “No, no,” her mother insisted. “Dying and sleeping are very different. You won’t die in your sleep.”

            “How do you know?” Linda insisted.

            Edith looked away. For several moments she said nothing. Finally, she said, “I never told anyone this fact because I didn’t want them to think I had gone crazy.” She stopped and then said, “But I died when you were born.”

            “What?” Linda gasped.

            “Yes, it is true. I had a very difficult time delivering you. At the time I was 35-years-old and in those days that was considered old to have a baby. I started to hemorrhage and the doctor couldn’t stop the bleeding. I slipped into unconsciousness. I felt myself being pushed out of my body.  Later they told me I was dead for 20 minutes.”

            Linda knew her mother was a spiritual person, but she didn’t talk about personal matters very often. When she told Linda what had happened when she died, Linda knew no one else had ever heard this story.

            “What… what happened … when you died?” Linda asked.

            “I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I was in this most beautiful place I ever saw. Bright! Green! Spring like! Everything was peaceful, more wonderful than I can describe. Then I saw this glorious bright light. A kaleidoscope of light green colors that began turning into a bright, white light. All communication was telepathic and non-verbal. I wanted to stay there forever, but the voice that came out of the bright light told me I was to go back. I had things I must do. A daughter to raise. It just wasn’t my time and then I felt a gravitational pull downward.  I came back into my body. They tell me that when you don’t breathe for 20 minutes you are permanently dead. I know, I know, but here I am. Very much alive.”

            Linda didn’t know what to say.

            “Listen to your Mama,” Edith said. “That’s why I know sleeping is nothing like dying. I’ve been there.”

            And that was the end of Linda’s sleeping problems.

            I sat there fascinated with Linda’s important story.  Her mother had touched the world we call eternity. What a promise for all of us. Just remember miracles never cease!

Did you discover something miraculous during the past year? I’d be delighted to hear your story. Please write me. Please email me your story at: miracles@miraclesnevercease.com.

Readers of my MIRACLES NEVER CEASE blog will be fascinated by my latest book:

MIRACLES NEVER CEASE!

ORDER NOW!

Please watch and subscribe to my new YouTube channel:

MIRACLES NEVER CEASE

Where I post interviews with people sharing their experiences with divine encounters!

Remember to expect the unexpected! And let the miracles begin!

BRAND NEW VIDEO MIRACLE! WATCH NOW!