Good Friday Jack was working out at the gym, as he often did.
Without warning he collapsed on a weight machine and slid to the floor. A
cardiac nurse happened to be working out nearby. She normally would not have
been at the gym at that hour but a schedule change at work allowed her to be at
the gym. (Go Figure) She had the presence to remove vomit from Jack’s mouth
which cleared his air passage. Jack, unconscious but breathing on his own was
rushed to a nearby hospital.
I the emergency room Jack remained unconscious, a couple of times
the doctors lost a pulse. He remained in a coma. The doctor told his wife that
a cat scan showed no activity…if he regained consciousness he probably would be
a vegetable. Jack’s youngest daughter, Colleen, a high school student, told her
mom not to believe the doctor.
“Our God is bigger than that,” she said. Later after the rest of
the family arrived Colleen found her way to the Chapel. She was alone. She
prayed for God’s healing power. She said she clearly her a voice in her head
say, “I will restore those (brain) cells Sunday to glorify my son’s
resurrection.”
When she
reported this revelation to her family she was met with skepticism, heads
shaking in disbelief, and eyes rolling. The next day Jack was still in a
coma and on
life support. Twice Colleen, in talking to her dad, got such a strong reaction
on the monitoring machine that the nurses came in the room. The second time she
was asked her to leave the hospital room. She insisted her dad was going to be
ok. “You don’t know my God or my dad,” she told the nurses as she left.
The next
day, Easter morning, there was a banging at Colleen’s bedroom door. It was her
little brother reporting that ,“Dad woke up.”
An excited
Colleen, while driving to the hospital stopped at every convenience store she
passed to exclaim ,“Behold the Lamb of God, my dad is healed.”
She arrived
at the hospital to find her dad sitting up and being his old feisty self. What she had heard in
the chapel
came true that Easter morning.
St. Maries, Idaho
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