“I just hated everything that the church stood for.” This from my newest BFF who, requesting to remain anonymous, shares the following harrowing tale of God’s miraculous rescue from the jaws of death.
Just 3 months ago, I had a miraculous healing at a local Christian church. The day I was saved, the sermon was preached by probably the most boring and unenthusiastic Senior Pastor you’ll ever find (no offense to the Pastor) but it just goes to show God’s Almighty power, that God can use just about anybody to save lives. Believe me, I know that sounds like a pretty strong statement and claim to make, but it’s true. Not only that, the radical healings stayed and I’ve become even healthier and stronger ever since and I have God to thank – for saving my life! Okay, I’ll try to explain the backstory in a nutshell, right before my whole world falls apart. So, here goes………………
In 2015, it wasn’t long ago that I was in a hospital bed due to complications I had after I had colon surgery. My health took a turn for the worse – completely out of the blue. Around September 2015, I lost everything – I lost half my colon, my ex-fiancé and my fast track career in the heart of Downtown LA. I thought that I had already hit my rock bottom; but unfortunately, that wasn’t even my rock bottom. It gets worse.
After getting my colon surgically removed (thankfully, without a colostomy bag!), unusual complications after surgery began soon after. I get food poisoned and food allergies – all of a sudden, but never recover from. I then get prescribed Epi-Pen injection shots in case I had another flare up. I had to endure all sorts of procedures and tests that required general or local anesthesia and sedation, too many CT Scans to count, X-rays, IVs that always managed to get infiltrated, etc. Two Chief Director of surgeons were telling me that the next surgery I’d be getting would be cutting out a lot more than just the rest of the colon, but possibly the small intestine or other parts, but the recovery and quality of life would be most unpleasant. I was horrified because I was still recovering from my colon surgery. It got to the point where I was unable to eat any solid foods but had to rely on nutritional protein vitamin enriched drinks and expensive new designer prescription medications to treat my GI tract. My body was shutting down. Not one person from my family visited me at the hospital, even when I had major surgery (I took “Uber” to all my doctor appointments), lost most of my friends due to my career and me traveling to China to oversee and manage all of manufacturing and production without supervision. I felt like I was running on an empty tank, and I had no religion in my life – no support system what-so-ever. The only person I could rely on was: Me, Myself and I – or so I thought…
My Gastroenterologist told me that I needed to fight for my life and that I needed to do some Yoga or take any Holistic health classes that would help. So, I took his advice to heart. So I made some new acquaintances that were heavily into the “New Age” and got me into all sorts of interesting Holistic health outlets such as: Yoga classes, Kundalini Yoga, Chakra Yoga, Acupuncture, Hypnotherapy, Tibetan bowls/Gongs/Bilateral beats, Reiki (energy healing), etc, etc. I’ve tried just about everything under the sun – you name it, I’ve done it. When one was as sick as I was, you’d be desperate to try any and every holistic avenue out there as well. Problem was, these yoga classes and sessions were not working for me, but my condition was getting worse. I couldn’t understand why, because it seemed to work for other people and it was innocent enough and widely accepted by doctors. However, within 3 days after I received Reiki, I went completely BLIND. It was the single most scariest thing that ever happened in my life. I’m rushed to the ER – luckily my dad was there to take me (rare that I even see my dad since he lives in China). Then at the ER, they do nothing substantial to relieve my symptoms. I then go see an Ophthalmologist and was told that I had my first mini minor TIA stroke. That information alone scared me straight.
Thing is, I was told that if I ever get a full blown stroke, that there just isn’t much the doctors could do other than I get put back in the hospital. So many variables could have happened. I could have had half my body become paralyzed, brain damage, permanent vision loss, coma, unable to walk/talk/or reason…. When a stroke happens, here’s just not much any doctor can really do before it happens, they can only treat it after the fact. My whole life was at an all-time low. I knew it and I could feel it in my bones that I had about a month of life left in me to live because my organs were shutting down fast, I could see my whole life flash before my eyes. And there was nothing in life that could possibly save me.
Then, the next day my dad suggested or rather forced me to either go to the ER again or go to church with him. I was thinking, I wanted to go to another hospital but knew that they’d do nothing different for me because I knew the hospital system and usual protocol by then, but church was out of the question. I was like, “Dad, I need a DOCTOR, not some church sermon!! I am dying… Do you understand the gravity of this situation?!!” But for some reason, I knew I couldn’t go to the ER, I’d hit the glass ceiling….I’ve literally done it all… I figured nothing will ever happen at church, can’t hurt if I go…so I begrudgingly went to church (plus, my dad forced me to, I had NO choice).
Me going to church was the last thing on my mind. I just hated everything that the church stood for and believed wholeheartedly that religion was made up by men with an agenda, and I definitely didn’t believe in the Bible because it just had way too many human errors and just didn’t make any real logical sense to me. The Bible to me for the most part, was too barbaric, hypocritical and a big fat lie that I wanted no part of. There was nothing that would ever change my mind about religion or God, or lack there of (ironic how that all quickly changed).
Fast forward, August 14th, Sunday, I suck in my pride and drag my feet to church, with my burning itchy eyeballs, face full of acne and in constant pain. At this point, I’m miserable and feeling like the walking dead. As I’m walking towards the pews in church, I hissed under my breath and said to myself, “God, if this sermon is for me, then I’ll know it’s you.” But already 15 minutes in, I’m dozing off nearly half asleep because the pastor was just too boring to hold my attention. I’m sitting there sleeping at church and suddenly, the Holy Spirit spoke through the pastor. His every word was highlighted and emphasized, but nothing in my immediate surroundings seemed different. My focus shot up like I had a shot of espresso!! I looked at the people beside me and they all seemed to still be unaware. But I was seeing and hearing something totally different than everyone else at church, because I start crying floods of tears and snot was coming out of my face before I knew it. He was preaching the scripture from James 5:13-16, so simple and boring with the most monotone voice, yet I was crying my eyes out and I really think that the lady sitting next to me thought I was crazy, but I didn’t care. I’m surprised that I even “lost it” and completely lost my composure and cried like that in public, but I was literally at the last end of my rope. I had nowhere else left to run or turn to.
Towards the end of the sermon, I could barely breathe and I automatically pray to myself without me even realizing what I was saying or doing, “GOD, forgive me for all that I have done, EVERYTHING,” and then I continued praying, “GOD, If you SAVE MY LIFE…I’ll follow you all the days of my life and not just on Sundays!!!” but I prayed it in FAITH, not just believing. I took that leap of faith like my very LIFE depended on it. Then, I attempted to visualize and then GOD intervened and gave me a divine vision, which felt like forever – but time didn’t matter in that place. The vision ends, the sermon ends. I walk out of the church and the pastor put his hand on my forehead and prays for me simply.
As I walk out of that church…my internal pain is miraculously gone, my anxiety and worries gone, lifelong depression and suicidal thoughts gone, the burdens from my shoulders gone. My dad turns to me and says that my acne is GONE, and I just knew that something crazy amazing had just happened. A week later, my GI tract is completely healed and I stopped needing to take the prescription medications that I so relied on. I was beyond thrilled because I just saved so much money on expensive designer meds! But the skeptic that I still was, I held my breath to see how long this healing miracle would last. And today, I can confidently say that I’m still fully healed physically, mentally and emotionally and not only that, Jesus Christ gave me the ability to heal others in Jesus name!! God had saved my life when I had nothing left in me. Therefore, I had nothing to do with this life changing experience. That is why I will praise GOD all the days of my life! I pray that whoever reads this may experience the love of Christ as I have one day. May the Lord GOD Almighty give you Peace, Love and Light – forever and ever, Amen!!!
“For it is by grace you have been saved, through FAITH—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of GOD—not by works, so that no one can boast.” Ephesians 2:8-9
“O Lord my God, I cried out to you and you healed me. O Lord, you pulled me up from the grave; you saved me from among those descending into the pit.” Psalm 30:2-3
“The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me. The cords of the grave coiled around me; the snares of death confronted me. The Lord lives! Exalted be my God, my Savior!” Psalm 18:4-5;46
“I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago. I will consider all your works and meditate on all your mighty deeds.” Psalm 77:11-12
“You alone are the Lord. You have made the heavens, the heaven of heavens, and all their starry host, the earth and all that is on it, the seas and all that is in them. You give life to everything, and the multitudes of heaven worship you.” Nehemiah 9:6
“I want them to be encouraged, being knit together in love, to reach all the riches of full assurance of understanding and the knowledge of God’s mystery, which is Christ.” Colossians 2:2
“I pray that out of his glorious riches he
may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that
Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted
and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp
how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this
love that surpasses knowledge – that you may be filled to the measure of all
the fullness of God.” Ephesians 3:16-19