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    August 4. 2019 Poor Souls NC 

My family and I just returned home from a trip to NC and I had an experience there that we felt should be shared. I am a convert of 25 yrs. and in my past, I’ve experienced many untimely deaths; my own parents and siblings as well as many friends and acquaintances. It is a significant friend from the past that this story is about.

My husband, sister and I went to the cemetery in NC where my parents and siblings and relatives are buried, to see if new flowers were needed. We decided to pray a rosary at the graveside of my parents and on each mystery, we would walk to a different family member’s grave and offer that mystery for them (I believe it’s this part that opened the door for what would happen next).  

Once we were finished with the Rosary, we were going to leave to pick up some new flowers for the graves. Instead of leaving, I decided to ride down to a lake at that cemetery (something I rarely do because that’s a place my Dad and I would go visit when he was alive and it can be a little sad at times). As I was driving through this very large cemetery my eyes were drawn to the crematorium section on the right side of the road ( I was usually looking to the left as I know our brother is buried there). As I was slowly driving by, my eyes became fixated on a girl’s image on one of the crematorium plots. The best way to explain it is I felt a strong urge to stop the car. My husband and sister had no clue what I was doing and asked me why I was stopping? I said I’m not sure, and I told them I wanted to look at something. 

I went straight over to the picture of the girl and in my heart I thought she probably needed the prayers, so I said an Eternal Rest and a Hail Mary, I’ve been praying for the poor souls for many years since my conversion, especially once I realized my parents and siblings and poor souls needed the prayers. It’s not uncommon for me to do this and to sprinkle holy water on the graves. I thought this moment was a little odd but went with it and just believed she really needed the prayers. As I turned to leave, I had to walk down a path away from the crematorium section that went directly to the car. The path was straight and there was really no reason for me to turn around at all but I did…. 

As I turned back to the right, I saw what looked like an eagle on a plot and a name that just stopped me completely. I re-read the name, not believing my eyes and then I went closer to make sure. It was the name of a boy that I had known for many years as a teenager. I was not Catholic back then, far from it and neither was he, nor anyone in his family to my knowledge. We were in the bible belt and most were of a different denomination. 

I just stood there and couldn’t believe it and I’ll tell you why. I haven’t seen this boy in over 30yrs, never knew what happened to him or the direction his life took him. This cemetery in NC is huge and even if I knew he had passed away and tried to find him, it would have almost been impossible. There was no record of him at the cemetery at all; we checked after seeing his plot. The direction I drove that day is not one I always took and there were many other little reasons why this was unique in happening, but these reasons aren’t the main one that I grappled with.

The most astounding part for me is this; the night before as I was lying in bed, an incident with this boy came to my mind during the middle of the night that startled me. I hadn’t thought of him in years but I rationalized “well, it’s because I’m back here in NC and that’s why I’m remembering these events”. Thoughts of this boy and some particular incidents flooded my mind that night (before the cemetery visit) and I couldn’t understand why.  I eventually fell asleep and the next morning didn’t think of it at all, until I saw his name on the crematorium plot. 

My husband, sister and I have been a little speechless about this ever since it happened. The most overwhelming feeling we all have is how much God loves us. My friend had a very troubled life and he wasn’t Catholic but God knew one day I would be. God allowed this so that a Mass and prayers would be offered for him and the girl that initially attracted my attention.

Indeed, the poor souls are alive and need our prayers, our family really believes this and we will continue to pray for them daily. 

A Spirit Daily friend from Houston, TX

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    August 4. 2019 Poor Souls NC 

 

My family and I just returned home from a trip to NC and I had an experience there that we felt should be shared. I am a convert, of 25 yrs. and in my past, I’ve experienced many untimely deaths, my own parents and siblings as well as many friends and acquaintances. It is a significant friend from the past that this story is about.

 

My husband, sister and I went to the cemetery in NC where my parents and siblings and relatives are buried, to see if new flowers were needed. We decided to pray a rosary at the graveside of my parents and on each mystery, we would walk to a different family member’s grave and offer that mystery for them (I believe it’s this part that opened the door for what would happen next).  

 

Once we were finished with the Rosary, we were going to leave to pick up some new flowers for the graves. Instead of leaving, I decided to ride down to a lake at that cemetery (something I rarely do because that’s a place my dad and I would go visit when he was alive and it can be a little sad at times) as I was driving through this very large cemetery my eyes were drawn to the crematorium section on the right side of the road ( I was usually looking to the left as I know our brother is buried there). As I was slowly driving by, my eyes became fixated on a girl’s image on one of the crematorium plots. The best way to explain it is I felt a strong urge to stop the car. My husband and sister had no clue what I was doing and asked me why I was stopping? I said I’m not sure, and I told them I wanted to look at something. 

 

I went straight over to the picture of the girl and in my heart I thought she probably needed the prayers, so I said an eternal rest and a Hail Mary, I’ve been praying for the poor souls for many years since my conversion, especially once I realized my parents and siblings and poor souls needed the prayers. It’s not uncommon for me to do this and to sprinkle holy water on the graves. I thought this instance was a little odd but went with it and just believed she really needed the prayers. As I turned to leave, I had to walk down a path away from the crematorium section that went directly to the car. The path was straight and there was really no reason for me to turn around at all but I did. 

 

As I turned back to the right, I saw what looked like an eagle on a plot and a name that just stopped me completely. I re-read the name, not believing my eyes and then I went closer to make sure. It was the name of a boy that I had known for many years as a teenager. I was not Catholic back then, far from it and neither was he, nor anyone in his family to my knowledge. We were in the bible belt and most were of a different denomination. 

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I just stood there and couldn’t believe it and I’ll tell you why. I haven’t seen this boy in over 30yrs, never knew what happened to him or the direction his life took him. This cemetery in NC is huge, even if I knew he had passed away and tried to find him, it would have almost been impossible. There was no record of him at the cemetery at all, we checked after seeing his plot. The direction I drove that day is not one I always took and there were many other little reasons why this was unique in happening, but these reasons aren’t the main one that I grappled with.

 

The most astounding part for me is this; the night before as I was lying in bed, an incident with this boy came to my mind during the middle of the night that startled me. One, I hadn’t thought of him in years but I rationalized “well, it’s because I’m back here in NC and that’s why I’m remembering these events”. Thoughts of this boy and some particular incidents flooded my mind that night (before the cemetery visit) and I couldn’t understand why? I eventually fell asleep and the next morning didn’t think of it at all, until I saw his name on the crematorium plot. 

 

My husband, sister and I have been a little speechless about this ever since it happened. The most overwhelming feeling we all have is how much God loves us. My friend had a very troubled life and he wasn’t Catholic but God knew one day I would be. God allowed this so that a Mass and prayers would be offered for him and the girl that initially got my attention, from this point on.

 

The poor souls are alive and need our prayers, our family really believes this and will continue to pray for them daily. 

 

A Spirit Daily friend from Houston, TX

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There are endless wonders in God’s Creation.

Take humans. Take the brain.

It can even adapt a human to life as an animal, when necessary.

Case in point: a boy named Saturday Mthiyane — called “Saturday” because that was the day he was discovered in a bedraggled state near the Tugela River in Kwazulu-Natal, South Africa, at the estimated age of five, having spent a year in the company of monkeys. Like a primate, Saturday ate only raw meat, effortlessly climbed trees, jumped onto rooftops, and when it came to exiting a house… preferred windows.

Others ditched as youngsters — left to die and fetched from the wild — have twitched their noses and ears at the slightest smell or noise or — as in the case of “the Syrian gazelle boy” — could run (on all fours) up to thirty miles an hour, some reportedly faster than an Olympic champion.

The Bamberg “calf child” in Germany would fight (and scare off) the largest local dogs, bounding after them ferociously. There was Ramchandra, a child in the Basti district of northern India who could take running starts, dive into the Kuano River, and return to the surface – after however long it took — with a fish in his mouth.

Strangest, perhaps: two girls, found in 1920, near Midnapore in India, where like so many feral humans they had been under the care of wolves.

They were captured by Anglican missionary J. A. L. Singh when terrified villagers in a place called Godamuri expressed great terror of what they said were “ghosts” seen at dusk in the jungle with human limbs but hideous heads – they were mortally frightened of it.

Curious, the missionary set up a hunting platform or machan in a big tree where the “ghosts” were seen. There they would observe and wait, guns at the ready. On searching the vicinity, Singh came across a gigantic ant mound – two stories in height – that had seven holes in it, apparently taken over by mammals… including wolves…

It was a Saturday in October. The missionary and his men waited before dusk. “All of a sudden,” recalled Reverend Singh, “a grown-up wolf came out from one of the holes. The animal was followed by another of the same size. The second one was followed by a third, closely followed by two cubs one after the other.” (The holes didn’t permit more than one at a time.)

“Close after the cubs came the ghost – a hideous-looking being – hand, foot, and body like a human being; but the head was a big ball of something covering the shoulders and the upper portion of the bust, leaving only a sharp contour of the face visible, and it was… human.”

Close on its heels came another “awful creature,” exactly like this first, but smaller, “their eyes bright and piercing, unlike human eyes.”

They were children who lived with the wolves and who, at the entrance of the hole, sniffed and jumped out like cubs, running on all fours. The missionary had to stop his frightened workmen from killing them, grabbing the upraised barrels of their rifles.

The next day, Reverend Singh ordered his crew to dig into the ant hill, and out running came first one wolf, then a second, and next a third that stood at the entrance growling and obviously protecting cubs. This wolf the men killed, allowing them to open the central cave, where they found the cubs and “hideous” children in a very clean den, all clutching each other, the “ghosts” more snarling than the cubs.

They were taken to an orphanage in Godamuri, were these feral humans, where they were barricaded in a courtyard and cared for by Singh and his wife. Unable to walk or even stand upright, they could move fast as a squirrel on their four limbs and were completely unhumanlike, no capability for understanding words and taking at first only raw milk and then raw meat, particularly carrion: dead birds or other animals, often contending with crows and vultures for it. Their “hideous” heads had been from balled, matted hair, which was clipped off, revealing very young children – but ones that had developed unusually shaped jaws and eyes that Singh said “shone in the dark with the peculiar blue glare of cats and dogs…

“At night you could not see anything round about them but only two powerful lights sending forth rays in the dark…”

When they slept – usually by day — they overlapped each other like piglets. Cold had no effect on them, and it took years for Kamala to allow a blanket, loincloths, and other clothes. Eventually, after years, she learned to stand and take slow steps. Their cheekbones were raised, projecting out as cones. The length between wrists and forefingers was out of proportion, their knees gnarled, stuck at a angle, and calloused.

They never laughed nor showed emotion like joy but for occasional wolverine aggression. Their wails? Three times a night… including at three a.m.

Like wolves, they growled, panted, bared their teeth, and pawed at the earth, causing their fingernails to grow concave. Shy and sleepy during the day, often keeping to themselves in a corner, they roamed fearlessly at night – when they could see much better, in fact very well. The older one, who they named Kamala, lived to be eight, the second, Amala, just to a year-and-a-half.

She took ill on September 4, 1921. There was dysentery. At one point, round worms, red and as thick as a little finger, had been expelled from both. The fever overtook Amala. While Kamala would live for eight more years, eventually able to utter dozens of rudimentary sounds, baby prattle, and much later crude words, and playing with dogs and later youngsters, Amala “gave up the ghost on the twenty-first of September, 1921,” according to Reverend Singh’s diary. She was baptized a short while before and laid to rest in the churchyard of St. John’s Church in Midnapor. Official cause of death: nephritis.

Somehow, Kamala understood what happened, remaining near the body until burial, refusing food for two days… and though with not a single discernible facial expression, seen to shed two quite human tears.

[above article from the “cutting floor” of Lying Wonders, Strangest Things — interesting but not in the final cut]

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The three Great Graces • The Grace of God given to a dying friend • The Grace of God given to My wife’s Mother • And meeting Doris’ Uncle and Aunt at St Anne de’Beaupre

It was the week of August 15th, 2005, Doris and I had decided to go on a vacation to Canada. A close friend Elaine Johanson, at that time, was near death door with stage 4 cancer. On our way to Canada, we stopped in Waterville ME to visit my wife’s Mother in a nursing home. Come to find out she was transferred to a local Hospital with C difficile. Her doctor told us they had tried all antibiotics available to them, but none of these worked and he was not hopeful of her recovery. Doris and I debated whether to continue to Canada, the doctor reassured us she would be alive when we returned. We decided to go but made a stop at the Basilica of St. Anne de’Beaupre to pray for her mother. While at St. Anne, I decided to go to my car and get my camera. On my way back, I spotted my wife’s uncle and aunt in the parking lot, it was a complete surprise. We had not seen them for many years and spent all that day with them. Her aunt mentioned a place called St. Fredrick, a town next to where my wife once lived. She told us people were flocking there because the Virgin Mary was appearing to a family and Miracles were taking place.
On our way to visit her aunt Jeannine in Thetford Mines, we found ourselves going through the town of St. Fredrick, the place her Aunt had told us about. We decided to ask someone if they knew of this place, so we stop at the only store in that town, they all knew of the place and they told us to go back and follow the signs marked with the words, (Hail Mary full of Grace). We followed the signs there and upon arriving we got to meet the entire family.
The place was a little cul-de-sac with little humble cottages that were all family owned. In front of these little cottages was a huge cliff like rock with a small handmade church set into it and next to the church was a statue of Mary with her hands in a prayer position. This Cul-de-sac was very remote and private from the town itself. These were summer homes.
The story went like this, every day at 3:00 o’clock the three sisters with their husbands would sit on a swing in their yard facing the little statue of Mary and pray the rosary. One day one of the sisters said to the others, “did you see, she just blessed us?” the other sisters said to her, “be real it’s just a statue,” they continued to pray, just minutes later they all saw the little statue blessing them again. They were all in awe and could not believe what they all witnessed.
It was not long when rumors spread through Canada and crowds began to arrive, people were being healed. One day, a priest came to say Mass, he knelt before a little altar set up for his Mass and prayed for a sign from God to confirm this exterior sign. After Mass, on one side of the altar came forth a spring of water, his prayer was answered, and we know today many people were healed.

The Family asked If we planned to stay for the 3:00 o’clock rosary, we of course said yes and were each given a decade to recite. I had the third decade, while praying my decade a lady interrupted saying God had given her a message for us, our friend Elaine was experiencing a beautiful thing from God but could not confirm it was a healing.
After the rosary they filled bottles of holy water from the miracle spring to take with us. Arriving back in Waterville we went immediately to the Hospital to see my wife’s mother but found no improvement in her condition. We entered her room, gave her a bottle of holy water from St. Fredrick Canada and told her to drink it. Two days later, she was discharged with no more C Difficile.
Arriving home in Worcester, Ron and Diane Houle, mutual friends of Elaine and Richard Johansen, told us that Elaine was at U-Mass having tests done and on the same day we had been told by a lady in Canada something nice was happening to Elaine. Something very special from God did take place. Ron said to get all the details in proper order, we should visit Elaine that night.
That night at the Hospital we were able to visit Elaine, she explained that during the day she was getting up to go to the bathroom and looking out of her window saw the Blessed Mother with her hands placed over the heads of two people praying for them. She then realized these two people were her and her husband. Her husband had gone home to freshen up and eat and wasn’t at the hospital at the time of the visions. While at home Richard sat on the edge of their bed asking God, why was this happening to them? They were both very prayerful people and love the Lord very much.
When that first image finished, Mary returned with baby Jesus in her arms. The vision ended and afterward she returned with the Holy Family. This seemed to be the end, Elaine got up and continued to the bathroom, but looking back saw a new vision that contained Jesus with rays coming from his wounds and heart. She said in the vision Jesus had a peaceful and loving look. I asked her if the visions she had were like a silhouette and she replied, “no I could have touched her, she was flesh.” Elaine told us she was only there for tests and she was not on any medications. Elaine was a very religious person, prayed many rosaries daily, and attended Mass. She was a big advocate of her Catholic Faith. She passed away January 28th, 2006

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Bizarre Politics

Dick and Doris Boulette

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Pete Buttigieg Claims Mike Pence is a Christian “Hypocrite,” But He Supports Abortions Up to Birth

We don’t like to do politics here, but it so bizarre out there that a few comments are in order.

While the Republicans gyrate (if the current president leaves, ennui will take over), it is extremely strangest — strangest of all — on the liberal side.

How does it get any odder than a mayor of a small city in Indiana pontificating from the Bible — accusing the opposing party of being hypocritical and actually unChristian — when he himself is “married” to a man, wants to adopt a baby that would bear permanent psychology-emotional-spiritual scars, and while anxious to become a father (along with his “husband”), at the same time is an adamant supporter of abortion right up to birth.

Sir: the baby you want to adopt may be in utero this moment, his or her mother headed to a Planned Parenthood clinic.

It is remarkable, that someone who has Harvard and a Rhodes scholarship on his resume could be so blinded to cognitive dissonance. (Or is it (surprising)?)

Then there the New Ager — due to her occultism one will will name. Marianne Williamson. She thinks Jesus was basically just a neat and totally self-actualized human being and that we all can become gods. That her ascent on the national stage, however limited it may turn out to be, is not startling to the great majority of Americans — besides evangelicals and conservative Catholics — is stunning. The country is lost in selfies and cyberspace.

The “me” generation? That wasn’t the 1980s, because the 1980s were humble pie compared to what goes on in our narcissistic age. That we would even consider a “third” (or fourth or fifth) gender is the dictionary definition of mass psychosis. It is crazy. Crazier still: when transvestities (“drag queens,” in the vernacular) are brought in to instruct school children [see here].

My, my. Bizarre times. Only someone with the imagination of Rod Serling (or Timothy Leary) could imagine what’s next

KEOKUK, Iowa (AP) — The question was about climate change. The answer soon turned to the Bible.

And Pete Buttigieg knew the verses.

“There’s a lot about the stewardship of creation that is in Scripture that I don’t see being honored by the administration right now, not to mention the stuff about loving your neighbor and taking care of the least among us and feeding the poor,” the South Bend, Indiana, mayor said. The crowd of about 250 at a Mississippi River park in southeastern Iowa this month erupted with cheers.

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Pete Buttigieg Claims Mike Pence is a Christian “Hypocrite,” But He Supports Abortions Up to Birth

We don’t like to do politics here, but it so bizarre out there that a few comments are in order.

While the Republicans gyrate (if the current president leaves, ennui will take over), it is extremely strangest — strangest of all — on the liberal side.

How does it get any odder than a mayor of a small city in Indiana pontificating from the Bible — accusing the opposing party of being hypocritical and actually unChristian — when he himself is “married” to a man, wants to adopt a baby that would bear permanent psychology-emotional-spiritual scars, and while anxious to become a father (along with his “husband”), at the same time is an adamant supporter of abortion right up to birth.

Archives: When Science Tries To Explain A Miracle

July 22, 2019 by sd

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Sir: the baby you want to adopt may be in utero this moment, his or her mother headed to a Planned Parenthood clinic.

It is remarkable, that someone who has Harvard and a Rhodes scholarship on his resume could be so blinded to cognitive dissonance. (Or is it (surprising)?)

Then there the New Ager — due to her occultism one will will name. Marianne Williamson. She thinks Jesus was basically just a neat and totally self-actualized human being and that we all can become gods. That her ascent on the national stage, however limited it may turn out to be, is not startling to the great majority of Americans — besides evangelicals and conservative Catholics — is stunning. The country is lost in selfies and cyberspace.

The “me” generation? That wasn’t the 1980s, because the 1980s were humble pie compared to what goes on in our narcissistic age. That we would even consider a “third” (or fourth or fifth) gender is the dictionary definition of mass psychosis. It is crazy. Crazier still: when transvestities (“drag queens,” in the vernacular) are brought in to instruct school children [see here].

My, my. Bizarre times. Only someone with the imagination of Rod Serling (or Timothy Leary) could imagine what’s next

KEOKUK, Iowa (AP) — The question was about climate change. The answer soon turned to the Bible.

And Pete Buttigieg knew the verses.

“There’s a lot about the stewardship of creation that is in Scripture that I don’t see being honored by the administration right now, not to mention the stuff about loving your neighbor and taking care of the least among us and feeding the poor,” the South Bend, Indiana, mayor said. The crowd of about 250 at a Mississippi River park in southeastern Iowa this month erupted with cheers.

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What about a doctor who was trained at Yale University — now practicing, with three offices, in Florida — and logs miracles?

The doctor in focus is Chauncey W. Crandall, a cardiologist who made national headlines in the fall of 2006 when responding to an emergency-room call, he encountered a patient who’d suffered a severe heart attack and was shortly declared dead.

After an hour without a heart beat, the man was even beginning to decompose (his skin blackening with cyanosis). Yet, alone with him when the others had left (save for a nurse preparing the body for the morgue), Dr. Crandall felt “told” to pray over him and the man came back from the “dead”!

We’ll get to that story in a future installment. The event was first reported by Fox News. Millions have watched videos about it on YouTube. Millions more have read the account in newspapers.

“Even death cannot defeat God’s Power, as I’ve seen through watching more than one person be raised from the dead — tremendous miracles that are signs of every believer’s resurrection to eternal life, the ultimate miracle,” writes the world-renowned cardiologist.

It was during his own incredible medical tribulation of watching an 11-year-old twin son, Chad, die of leukemia that Dr. Crandall  first began to see the power of the Holy Spirit to heal in what can only be described as a miraculous fashion. Desperate to save their boy, he and wife Deborah sought out Sister Briege McKenna, a nun with an international healing ministry. As she prayed over Chad, Deborah saw Christ in her mind’s eye, walking into the room. “He was dressed in a white gown,” reports Crandall. “He was wearing a rope belt and sandals.” She couldn’t see His Face, “just His hair and His Body, but there was a peace and a presence about Him — she knew it was Christ.” Chad too “saw” Him.

That was at the start of the Crandalls’ mission to search for a miracle. Dramatic was a trip to see a missionary named David Hogan — an “ox of a man” who wore a beard, a shock of white hair, a cowboy shirt with pearl buttons, and preached straight out of the Bible. Dr. Crandall went to see him and waited to be prayed over in proxy for his son. “I figured I’d bow my head — that’s what you do,” he says. “As he prayed, I thought, I’ve never heard anybody pray with this authority, this determination, or this boldness.”

A battle erupted. Dr. Hogan felt like he was suddenly viewing World War I. “[Hogan] was climbing up the trench,” says Dr. Crandall, “and the enemy was on the other side. The enemy was coming forward, charging. The enemy in this visionary flash was Satan. He was coming toward us. David was face-to-face with the enemy and I could see his determination to take him out. That’s what he looked like. He was battling for the life of my son!”

In a loud voice, Hogan said, “In the Name of Jesus, Chad be healed!”

And in the next instant, says Dr. Crandall — who had never been “slain in the Spirit” — he “saw the tips of my feet up in the air as I was blown backward, landing about fifteen feet from where I had been standing. I landed on my back, unharmed, and in fact alert.” As he struggled to figure out what had occurred, a woman there said, “You’ve been touched by the Holy Spirit.”

Not long after that, Dr. Crandall began praying for his patients. One had multiple brain tumors. As he did, he didn’t feel much. But, he says, “our prayers are like a laser signal to Heaven for God to enter the scene.” Six months later, the man with the tumors returned —  not only alive, but looking terrific!

Dr. Crandall began putting Bibles in all his exam rooms, and in addition to administering medical care, praying for those he tended to.

A battle? The charismatic doctor cites the presence of evil both as causing many ailments and in the medical profession itself.

The biggest warfare was that involving his son. In this he saw Satan. As he puts it, “I’m convinced that cancer is not only a disease but a purposeful evil. Cancer is evil; just because you can’t see malignant cells under a microscope doesn’t mean they aren’t an expression of Satan’s will to destroy God’s Creation. Satan comes to kill, steal, and destroy. Cancer is a demonic spirit; like so many thing that reflect Satan’s true character, cancer takes a good thing — cell reproduction — and introduces subtle twists that make it destructive, in fact, a killing machine.”

The dark side also invades the medical profession — which Dr. Crandall denounced as materialistic and cold in too many cases, turning people into numbers.

He and Deborah found the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute at Harvard — supposedly the world’s foremost place for childhood cancer — a “frightening place” where kids had been reduced to walking wraiths with hair gone and limbs amputated — a “darkened atmosphere” that they rejected. “This place is evil,” said Deborah. And they left.

Chad himself “had terrible nightmares and he claimed to see evil presences — wolves and demons,” writes the author. “We thought he was only afraid of the dark and the unknown like any other child. But now that I’ve met other people who have a heightened sense of the spiritual world all around us, I’m not so sure. Just as I’m convinced that demons are real now, I’m convinced that there are people who get a glimpse of them now and again. I don’t mean to be spooky or kooky. But there are more things in Heaven and earth than are realized in the way most of us look at life.”

But then there is the Lord. “While God can use the trials Satan brings into our lives,” he says, for our discernment, “God is never the author of these trials. God’s Will for us is to enjoy His loving Presence.”

It’s when people think that God has made them ill and abandoned them that there is despair, he says.

The anointing fairly exudes from these pages. And they make us ask ourselves strong, crucial questions. Are we protecting ourselves against illness caused by Satan? Especially, he asks: are we fasting?

“Cancer opens one’s eyes, in a sense, to the spiritual battle in which we are engaged at every moment,” writes the cardiologist, in this blockbuster that we recommend highly. “When are we not being assaulted, in one way or another, by evil?”

Still, it is defeated with faith and prayer and persistence.

For reasons known only to the Lord, and despite many miraculous recoveries, Chad eventually lost his battle with leukemia. Dr. Crandall saw this as a Cross. His wife had long been an active Christian, and he believed in the way many believe; he believed in Jesus; but it was at the deathbed of his son that the doctor made a vow to the Lord. In the depths of grief over the teenager’s demise, he knew he had a choice between hating God for what happened or embracing Him as never before. He chose the latter. “From that moment on I knew that my life in the flesh — in terms of most worldly desires, at least — was over,” he says. “I was here for only one reason: to serve our Almighty God and Lord, Jesus Christ.”

Shortly after, he says, “I can only describe it this way: the heavens opened.”

Incredible grace surrounded Dr. Crandall. Asked to speak, and then to pray for people, he was shocked when they fell over as he had with Hogan.

And healings? There were dramatic ones indeed. Assisting an evangelist in Africa, Dr. Crandall (really, Jesus) healed a six-year-old who had never walked. The boy threw away his crutches and Dr. Crandall later stumbled upon the crutches in a field (they were tossed in the shape of a cross). The doctor delivered people who growled with demonic infestations. One in fifty were so afflicted. Preparing by reading the Bible and praising the Lord, he brought a woman back from death. This occurred when, in the surgery room, he broke into tongues. He caused a large cancerous tumor to simply vanish from another — “the best of medicine and the best of Jesus.” Then there was the case of the heart-attack victim.

This is a major spiritual story, down there in Palm Beach.

Love of the Lord. Reading the Bible. Fasting. “Praising the Lord breaks the yoke of darkness,” says this doctor!

These are remedies for our times — as we’ll see next when Jeff Markin is raised from the dead.

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Archives: Near-Death Experiences Show God Can Heal Anything

July 22, 2019 by sd