Blog 133
September 16, 2019



Often, I hear from people who have experienced miracles or divine interventions. I look forward to receiving these accounts as they deepen our understanding of how these experiences occur. Could you be like that? If so, please share your story with me. Drop me a note at


Evil is a subject I stay away from. Over the decades I’ve certainly discovered the subtlety and pervasive ways that the Evil One works. No place is more vulnerable than a church. At the same time Evil works in government as well as individual lives. I do concede that we should know enough to avoid the diabolical. Like discovering that fire burns, you don’t stick your hand in the flames to find out if it’s hot. The best approach is simply to stay away.

On the other hand, periodically I run into stories that are important to emphasize the point that we need to be aware of the possibilities so we can stay away from these encounters. Devices like Ouija boards, or trying to contact demonic entities are highly dangerous. Joyce White recently shared her story with me. Joyce knew what I am talking about.

Joyce White had been around the church as a child and responded to the messages she heard. At the same time, she had a vulnerability. Her family remained highly dysfunctional with her parents constantly fighting. Her brother molested her. By the time she was sixteen-years-old, Joyce knew Sunday was always a bad day when her mother seemed to pick a fight that could get loud and frightening. Once more, the uproar started all over again.

Joyce was particularly distraught and didn’t know what to do. For some reason, she asked Satan, the devil, to come in and help her. She did not cry again for thirty-five years.

She eventually moved to the Washington Park area in Denver, Colorado. Joyce had always considered herself a Christian but began to realize this faith was not controlling her life. She felt drawn to destructive books with evil themes. Something else was working at the center of her being. Joyce had a roommate who got up early to study the Bible. This woman had a kind, spiritual presence and Joyce wanted to be like her. In contrast, Joyce felt like a wild animal was living inside of her. Could this negative, destructive force be deceiving her about her actual relationship with God?

Joyce had a confidential talk with her roommate. The woman suggested that Joyce should ask Jesus to come into her life and remove the darkness. Joyce could ask Jesus to be the center of her life and cast out any evil or any destructive force that was residing there. On Easter Sunday, Joyce did exactly that and was baptized. She prayed and surrendered her life to Jesus Christ. Like a person walking out of a fog, a veil seemed to lift, and deception vanished. Joyce realized she really was a new person.

The point? We live in a period in history when society denies evil even exists. (People just make negative decisions.) Even though the news media gives us constant reports of how many people and children are killed at work and in schools, we don’t credit the blame to Evil. Sure, even with such a scary social scene, this is not a popular theme … but the reality exists. Evil really can enter a person’s life and deceptively seem not to even be there. Happens all the time.


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MIRACLES NEVER CEASE DO YOU HAVE AN EXPERIENCE TO SHARE? Robert Wise would be delighted to learn about your divine intervention. If you have a story to share, please contact him at He’s looking forward to hearing from you.


Miracles and divine interventions come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes they are surprises that remind us that another world exists besides the concrete shapes we call everyday reality. That other world is referred to as eternity, the transcendent, or even heaven. We hope we go there, but really have no idea what the celestial realm will be. The scripture simply doesn’t tell us.

Several years ago, I wrote Crossing the Threshold of Eternity that was full of near-death experiences and what they can teach about the “other side.” Regal books published this collection of encounters that shed light on the beyond. This past week I ran into another one of those discoveries.

Lyndell Jaquemont is a relative I’ve known for over fifty years. We eat lunch together once a year and catch up on what’s been going on with relatives near and far. Unfortunately, this past year her husband passed away and we got off on what happens after death. She told me this story.

Her mother and father divorced when she was a child and she grew up with little knowledge of her father, Vernon Chappell who had remarried several times. Her grandmother Clara Corbin didn’t like what he had done and was ready to give him a piece of her mind every chance she got. Of course, Clara died and had been gone for some time.

Lyn had reached adulthood when Vernon ended up in the hospital. The condition proved extremely serious. Lyn discovered he had called a couple of his children, but not her. And then he died.

Lyn felt he had rejected her. She was the first of his children and there had always been distance, but after all, Vernon Chappell was her father. The fact he didn’t call lingered in her mind and became a painful, depressing source of resentment. The sense of rejection lingered.

Lyn was lying in bed ready to go asleep. She had entered that twilight zone just before one is completely gone to dreamland. She abruptly realized two people were standing at the foot of her bed and looked up. Vernon Chappell and Clara Corbin were standing there looking at here.

Lyn couldn’t believe her eyes. Not only were they both dead, Vernon and Clara had been foes, but there they were like old friends.

“I’m sorry,” Vernon apologized. “It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about that telephone call I failed to make. Everything is okay.”

Suddenly, they were gone and the end of the bed was empty. Lyn knew the experience had to be real because the two avoided each like the plague during their lifetimes but were now together. She had no doubt that she had momentarily stepped over that line into eternity and experienced a form of a divine intervention.

Lyn’s depression evaporated like fog in the morning sun and never came back.

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