A doctor from North Carolina wrote to me a while ago about her dad, who experienced “a tremendous story of faith and hope.”
“People think miracles only happened in the Bible, long ago,” she wrote. “Nothing could be further from the truth. The Word still lives for those who believe.”
When she completed her medical education, the doctor returned to her small hometown to serve the people that she loved. She felt drawn there and now realizes the plan God had in mind when he directed her return.
“My dad had an aneurysm rupture on November 12th,” she wrote, “and I was the physician who gave him CPR. Dad was placed on life support and I was shown his MRI by the neurosurgeon caring for him. This was the worst MRI I had ever seen; only life support was keeping him here.” Since her father had made it clear just a month earlier that he did not ever want to be on life support, the family decided that after everyone said their goodbyes, they would turn off the machines.
“As I took my turn going into the room to say my last goodbye, Dad’s eyes flew open and he looked directly at me,” she wrote. “It was the most miraculous thing I’ve ever seen.”
The staff called him Lazarus from then on; when he was stabilized, he removed the respirator tubes and equipment himself. That’s when he began to tell them, in a very hoarse voice, about the adventure he had been on when he died.
He explained very simply that he had been in heaven with the Lord and many loved ones on the other side who were helping him. He stated it all so naturally, just as others do when they are graced with this very holy experience.
Miracles happen today just as assuredly as they ever have in the past, if we only have the eyes to see them. This doctor, who was a daughter first, understood clearly that there is but one Divine Physician in charge of life and death and that is God himself.
