Archive for December, 2007

Jesus Appears In Vivid Vision To Young Teen

by on Dec.18, 2007, under Children Miracle Stories, Christian Miracles, Miraculous Visions, Religious Miracle Stories

The first time I saw him was in 2004 when I was twelve. I was at Camp Santa Maria in Gaylord Michigan. It was the second week of camp on I believe it was Thursday. That morning when we were at mass I saw everyone’s Guardian Angels bringing up offerings to the alter right before the blessing of the gifts.

Later on that night after taps and bed I couldn’t sleep. I began to focus on a little light which I thought was something like a firefly.  The light began to slowly get bigger and bigger until it got to be about life size. At this point I was staring at it in confusion more than anything else.

Then all of the sudden colors started to appear, there were reds, blues, greens, browns, yellows, blacks, and whites. It was like an amazing painting, starting off with the base colors working out to eventually getting the details.   It is hard to explain the man but I’ll do my best.

He had dark brown hair that was long and curly.  It looked super silky and it was wet with sweat. His body was lean and thin with toned abs. His legs were long and thin his feet were big.

His arms were also very long and strong, his muscles were very defined and his veins stuck out under the strength of his muscles. His hands were strong and stretched out and were very big. His skin was dark tan and it looked really smooth.  He did not have a visible scar on his body.

His face was the most defined part of his body with big red lips and large cheek bones. His hair lay strategically placed on his forehead and his nose was smaller and long. But his eyes were very different than most would expect, they were the deepest green I had ever seen.  His pupils were pure black and the white in his eyes was whiter than snow.

He showed no emotion on his face accept for the love in his eyes which seemed like they were staring at me. Then I looked at the landscape and his surroundings.  There were blue skies with dark clouds and lightening in the distance. The grass was either dead or gone. It was a rocky area and the amount of rain received seemed little.

Off in the distance was the only visible sign of life around, it was the Garden of Olives. My eyes wandered back towards the man who was still looking at me, the painters brush began to work again this time adding details beyond imagination. He had turned into the goriest looking person ever; he was covered in more blood and cuts and gashes than I thought humanly possible.

A crown of thorns began developing on his head but his emotions never changed. His body began dripping with blood and sweat, leaving a pool on the ground. The scenery began to change as well, the distant clouds were moving in closer and the lightning strikes were big and orange. A cross was being drawn in behind his outstretched arms.

At this point I had realized it was Jesus and I had realized were I was. He continued to look me in the eye, his eyes following my swaying in the strong winds. Now I was scared, not scared of what had happened to him or what could have happened to me, but of what was going to happen to the people who had done this to him.

The paint brush’s owner was back at work this time a small minor detail that made the biggest difference in the world; he painted a tear. This made me cry and it made me squirm uncomfortably. The image in front of me began to fade off into the distance returning to the little speck I thought was something like a lightning bug earlier. This image has been left in my head ever since than for a good reason.

The second time was in 2007 at Battlecry Detroit on Saturday. It all started when we had the opportunity to yell out “I want the cross.” I yelled it out but wasn’t sure if I meant it. When I went up to the cross I looked right at where I remembered Jesus’ eyes would have been, and they where. They were! He was looking me in the face again! And this time he was smiling. He looked exactly the same accept he was smiling and the tear was gone.

At this point I was excited as ever, I was smiling and had butterflies in my stomach. It came to the point where I was so happy I began to laugh as did he and we laughed so hard it brought us to tears. I was so excited to see him again nobody could have told me to calm down. Some of the people that were next to me were looking at me like I was crazy, which I am and was.

It was almost 5 minutes before both of us had calmed down.  We made eye contact again and burst out laughing again. We did this a few times before we were actually able to go without laughing. The funny part is that we never even spoke a word to each other, everything was threw eye contact and facial expressions.

We had gone about 30 minutes of just staring when he began to fade away. But this time when he faded away his blood and crown of thorns, cuts, bruises…everything went away. And he was more beautiful than any other human you will ever see. To this day I have not met a more beautiful person and I can’t think of one either. Not only can’t I think of one but I can’t imagine one. Jesus works in mysterious ways.

This miracle story was submitted by “D” from MI.

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    I Thank Jesus For Healing My Grandson of Leukemia

    by on Dec.11, 2007, under Children Miracle Stories, Healing Miracles Stories, Power of Prayer Miracle Stories

    It was Oct. 8th, 2001, a day that seemed like the world would end.  Our second oldest grandson, Logan, had been ill with infections of several types.  Finally his mommy, my daughter, Danielle, decided to request blood tests from the doctor, having that motherly intuition that Logan had leukemia.

    Her worst fears were realized…Logan had AML, the worst type of leukemia.  He was rushed to the Hershey Medical Center in Hershey, Pa., where he was given a 20% chance of survival.  As his grandfather, I contacted every email prayer chain I could find on the internet…later receiving emails from around the world from groups and churches that were praying.

    Chemotherapy was difficult for us to watch and witness, but Logan at age two was a trooper.  I spent one night in the hospital with Logan to give his mommy and daddy a chance to be at home with their other children.  That night I talked to my Savior, Jesus, for hours as I watched Logan trying to sleep during the therapy.  I can’t say that Jesus audibly answered my requests, but He heard me and a healing began in this little child.

    Several months later he was considered in remission with a few minor problems.  They noticed a “mass” around his heart and some rare type of “bug” was in his bowel system, neither of which the doctors knew how to cure.  More prayers and more talking to Jesus….and within a few months both problems disappeared.

    Logan has been in remission for 6-1/2 years now and is as healthy as any nine year old could be.  He is on the swim team, plays baseball, ice hockey, and frolics with his siblings.  He takes no medications of any type and his immune system is perfect.

    The only thing we do every day now is thank Jesus for His healing touch.

    This miracle story was submitted by “I.B” from PA.

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