DYING MUM DELIVERS MIRACLE BABY

I was fighting for my life. And I was afraid. How could I go from feeling wonderful to all of a sudden, ‘Hold on. Fight for your life. Be strong?’” Treva Gordon was pregnant with her third child, a girl. But all her hopes and dreams for her unborn daughter turned to fear, 37 weeks into her pregnancy.
Treva remembers, “That evening we were watching television, having a wonderful time, and all of a sudden I experienced a pain in my stomach like never before. It was like someone had taken a knife and had stabbed me in my stomach. It immediately caused me to drop to my knees in pain. My son, he ran across the street to get the neighbor and the neighbor came. She found me on the floor. I had never felt pain like that before.”
Treva was rushed to a local hospital where doctors diagnosed severe toxemia and several other life-threatening conditions. Dr. Lisa McIntosh, Treva’s doctor recalls her condition, “Her blood pressures were stroke level, very close to death. Her liver hematoma was extremely large. It could have ruptured at any time. When they do rupture the mortality for that event is extremely high.”
Treva’s husband Robert was recalled from military service in Iraq to be with her. “I was on a plane leaving within hours. When you hear something like that, first thing you want to do, you want to pray.”
Treva’s liver and kidneys were shutting down. Doctors performed an emergency C-section and saved Treva’s baby. But Treva’s life hung in the balance. After two days in intensive care, with no signs of improvement, she was life-flighted to Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville.
Treva remembers, “It seemed as if there was a lot of chaos in the room; trying to get my kidney functions revived and working and my liver functions had completely failed. And all I could do was just lie there and pray. I said, ‘God, help me. I don’t know what—what’s going on with me. I’ve never been sick a day in my life, how did I go from feeling wonderful to this?’”
Treva was placed on a dialysis machine and spent several more days in the hospital, in and out of consciousness. Friends, family and church members gathered in prayer for her survival. Treva says she had visions that death was waiting across the hall.
“Prayer is what prevented death from coming over to take me, and he could not cross because of this white light. He said, ‘As soon as this beam or this traffic of light stops, I’m going to come across this room and I’m going to take you.’ I was so fearful, and I just kept saying, ‘I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.’”

Treva’s Pastor came to visit her in the hospital. “When I walked in, it was a very desperate situation. The doctors had basically given up on her. That’s when I realized that this was a make it or break it moment for her. When I approached her bed, I just felt like the Lord tell me, ‘Just go ahead and lay hands on her. You do what you’re called to do and let Me do what I’m here to do.’”
“When I actually woke up,” Treva says, “and I could really see my pastor was standing there in the ER room, I was so glad to see him. And he was praying over me. And I just felt the peace of God that God didn’t forget about me. And I was still fighting for my life. But I thank God for the prayers.”
Treva slowly began to heal. Her doctors told her she was fortunate to be alive considering the severity of her condition when she arrived. “They said, ‘Many women come to this hospital in the condition you’re in. And within 5 minutes of being in that condition, 5 minutes … they die right there on the table. And for you to have survived that, it’s a miracle.’ I thank God for just being my Doctor in the sick room at that hospital. I don’t know why He allowed me to live, but He did.”
After two weeks in the hospital Treva was sent home for months of bed rest and kidney dialysis. “I knew that I had to fight. I knew others were praying for me. But I had to pray. I began to read the Word of God and to stand on His promises. I read every Scripture about healing and I took that in. He says, ‘By his stripes, I am healed. I surrounded myself with the Word of God. I became strong. God says let the weak say that I am strong. I began to say greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world. And I felt the strength of God come.”
Today, Treva is healed and healthy. She says it was God who brought her through. Her daughter Robyn is a perfectly healthy little girl. “God has restored my organs; my kidneys are restored, my liver functions, no more high blood pressure, hypertension, none of that. I am healed today. I am a miracle.”
           
Her husband Robert says, “Whatever the situation is, trust in God and believe God for it. Believe God for it. It may not happen on that day when you want it to happen, but continue to believe God for it and just trust in God and God will pull you through it.”
Her doctor testifies, “Treva is very strong in her faith, and I think that played a significant role in her healing. She had a lot to live for.”
Treva says, “I’ll never be ashamed to tell what God has done for me. Because He has set me free. I should have been six feet under. But now I’m taking the Gospel of Jesus Christ and I’ll tell it wherever I can tell it, that God is good.”

Culled from CBN.com

HEAVEN CAN WAIT!!!

"I felt like I was fading away ... The next thing I knew, off in the distance, I saw a white light."
Jim Anderson was dying from a massive heart attack. The only signs of trouble came a year earlier, but his doctor called his symptoms “stress related.” Jim was working 12 hour days as a supervisor at a waste water treatment plant. But this time, Jim knew it was much more than stress.
"I was resting in my bedroom and all of a sudden, I had a crushing pain in my chest; and the pain radiated down my arm and up the side of my neck," Jim said. "I couldn’t catch my breath. And I called to my daughter and said, 'You’re going to have to get me to the hospital. I’m not going to make it.' ”
A balloon catheter was inserted into his artery. He was stabilized and placed on a heart transplant list. But two days later, Jim flat lined.
 Jim remembers, "I could see everyone rushing into the room, but I couldn’t hear the alarms going off. It’s like I had gone under water. The hearing had just faded away. That’s when I began to pray. I knew I was dying. It wasn’t a scared praying. It was earnest."
"As I prayed it got darker ‘til the point it went black," Jim said. "The next thing I knew, off in the distance, I saw a white light. It was beautiful. It just wasn’t blinding, but pure and perfect. As I started to go towards the light, I could see the out; the outer edge of it begins to spiral. And I couldn’t figure out what that was. But as I got closer, I could see it was the words of prayers revolving. The words broke off, going into the light. And I followed into the light."
 "The next thing I felt was being embraced ... safe and secure. It felt wonderful. It felt like total love," Jim said. "Next thing I knew, I was looking down at the room where my body was. I could see everyone working on me. I could hear what they were saying. There were two nurses outside of the room looking in. One said to the other, 'Why are they working so hard? He’s gone. If they do bring him back, he’ll be a vegetable.'  I later on told her what she said. She about passed out."
 Then Jim thought to himself, "Where’s Debbie?"
Then, instantly he was in the room where she was. 
 Jim's wife, Debbie recalled, "I had just gotten finished with that prayer. You know, 'He’s yours, Lord,' because I knew that was the only way he was coming back to us...if God wanted him to."
 Jim remembered, "When she did that, I zoomed right in on her face. And when I saw her face, I saw every aspect of our life together; from the first day we met, our marriage, the birth of our children, all the emotions we’ve shared ... I couldn’t leave her. I just couldn’t leave her."
"I cried out to the Lord and said, 'Lord, I love you so much, but please let me go back.'  I said, 'My wife needs me, my children need me so much, so much. Please let me go back.' ”
The doctors and nurses didn’t give up. They shocked Jim so many times that the flesh on his chest was burned. 
Then the doctors heard a heart beat.
"I came back to a world of pain," Jim said. "They shocked me so many times. It’s like coming back out of the water. My hearing came back. I could hear them telling me, 'I can’t believe he’s back ... he’s back!'  They said, 'Can you hear me?' And I took that first breath on my own. Have you ever tasted honeysuckle? That’s exactly what that first breath tasted like. It was so sweet, so wonderful. And I just thanked the Lord."
 Jim was alive... but his heart still wasn’t functioning properly.
 "They put him into a coma, a medical coma, to allow his body to heal. So, I wasn’t able to talk to him for days," Debbie said. 
 Jim spent the next 17 days in intensive care. He flat lined several more times. And each time, Jesus asked him a question…
"The subsequent times that I arrested and would go towards the light, He would ask, 'Are you sure this is what you want?'  And each time I would ask to come back," Jim said.
 Jim woke up from his medical-induced coma. His heart increased in function -- from five percent to 30 percent. He no longer needed a heart transplant.
 "It was a long process, but basically it was good to hear his voice again," Debbie said.
 His doctor implanted a pace maker in his chest. Just a couple days later, Jim was able to make it home in time for his daughter’s graduation. One doctor told Jim he only had a year to live. That was over seven years ago. 
 "It’s brought us closer together ... so much closer together. We talk about things now, and it’s whatever needs to be done for the day, it’s done. You know, we don’t focus on things that are trivial," Debbie said.
 Jim knows that every day he has with his family is a blessing from Jesus Christ.
 "I try to witness to at least one person a day ... to let them know this isn’t about me ... it’s about their life! And to know that He is there for them, and He loves them," Jim said.


culled from cbn.com

God's mercy gave me a second chance

My name is Louise Hall from South Africa Gauteng Benoni,

I would like to share my story as I feel it is relevant, and I know the Lord wants me to share it with all of you, at the time when this took place I did not fully realize what had actually happened to me, not until years later.
I was with my first boyfriend Barend and we were both doing drugs and not realising the consequences of our actions. This particular night was different, we each had acid( which is known as candy) but for some reason we had a bad trip the whole night, I kept slipping in and
out of different mind sets, the one minute everything around me would be beautiful and colorful and the next moment everything seemed to be ugly and I sensed such an evil presence it was the most incredible feeling ever, this carried on the whole night into the early hours of the morning.
until it seemed like I had lost total control over my mind and could not control my mind, it felt like my mind was racing at such a speed I could not bring it into control again and I knew I was so to speak losing my mind, I ran to the bedroom and just held my head in my hands and closed my eyes and it was like my mind was racing at such a speed, I became scared and cried out to Barend, he then said we should take a walk outside for some fresh air, this was already 6am the next morning. we went for a walk, until we came to an open piece of field. I then stopped and told him I don't feel well and I know something is very wrong, we sat down and I layed my head on his lap and told him to please start praying for me , I felt like death was living in me, it was awkward and I had a lot of fear, I then said these words, " I am slipping away,I am going now' I had no control over what was happening I felt my whole body go numb, then next thing I felt myself go down into complete darkness, and as i was descending further and further into this dense darkness I heard Barend praying, but it sounded like he was a million miles away, and I could barely hear him, he was pleading with God on my behalf.
The next moment I was pulled back again into my body and I sat up, we both looked at each other in amazement and we felt an awesome presence that surrounded us, we could sense a very strong
presence of another being, it felt like Jesus himself was standing there, the whole place lit up and for a moment it felt like he looked at me and paused for a minute, reconsidering and then decided to give me another chance. it was an amazing experience. It felt like God looked ahead in time and saw what he had in store for me and at that moment he just poured out his love and grace and mercy upon me. I knew that I knew it was him, and that he gave me a second chance.

Unfortunately I did not turn to Christ immediately, but I knew the hand of God was on my life for years after that.until I gave my life over to Christ Jesus completely, and was born again. We can not go through life thinking that oh tomorrow I will change and give my heart to the Lord, we tend to think that we have so much time in which to make our lives right with the Lord, but the word of God says, "Today is the day of salvation'' there are millions of people dying daily and going to hell, i have never shared my testimony up until now, yet i know if Gods mercy was not there at that time, I would of been doomed and my portion would of been hell. The sad part is not everyone gets a second chance, they die unexpectedly and find themselves in Hell. Many people have heard the truth about Jesus, and yes they believe he was a great healer and some even believe that he is the son of God but are not willing to make a commitment to him, repent from there wicked ways and turn to him, cause its our sin that separate's us from Jesus. He did not come to this earth and die on that cross in vain, he had a purpose, and his purpose was to reconcile man to God through his death
and resurrection at the cross, its his blood that cleanses us from all our sin and inequity. We need to search our hearts, even if you don't believe in heaven and hell, the choice is yours, but do yourself a favour take the bible and ask the lord to reveal himself to you through the scriptures. Don't shrug your shoulders and say oh well, I l don't believe that God could put people in hell, the fact is Yes God is a merciful God and Just in all his ways, he gave us his son Jesus in order for us not to perish, but have eternal life with him in heaven, but we put ourselves in hell by the choices we make and the road we choose to walk.
Don't put it off until tomorrow as tomorrow might never come, "you have to be born again"

CHOOSE LIFE AND NOT DEATH

‘He dies; the devil is dead!’

Clarita Villanueva, a 17-year-old Filipina girl, had known a life of tragedy. She did not remember her father. She did not know if he had died or had deserted her mother.

Her mother was a spiritist and a fortune teller by vocation. The girl was brought up watching her mother holding seances, communicating with the dead, and using clairvoyance to predict to sinful people what they could expect in the future. Her mother took money from people for her services, and then laughed at them behind their backs. To her it was all just a game, a means of making a living by duping unsuspecting and gullible people.

When Clarita was still very young, about twelve years old, her mother died. Since she did not have any immediate family to take her in and care for her, she became a vagabond. She fell into the hands of harlots and at the tender age of 12 was selling her body as a prostitute. The harlots taught her how to handle men, how to get money for her services.

Clarita worked her way up from her island home to the capital city of Manila. The big city was a hiding place, a center of money and vice for her business. The local harlots became her teachers and she learned the night life in the big capital city. In Manila there were more men to seduce. By the time she was 17 years old, Clarita was frequenting the bars and taverns of Manila, living the ‘gay life’ by soliciting men for harlotry.

But one morning at 2 a.m. on the streets of down-town Manila, Clarita made the mistake of offering her services to a plainclothes police officer. The policeman called for a vehicle and Clarita was taken to the ancient Bilibid Prison, used as the city jail. Bilibid has been a prison for over 300 years. It was built by the Spanish and used by the Americans, the Filipinos, and the Japanese as a prison and a place of torment.

Two days after Clarita was incarcerated, there struck the strangest phenomenon to ever hit Bilibid Prison in its 300-year history. This young harlot was bitten severely on her body by unseen and unknown alien entities. There were two of them – a huge monster-like spirit and a smaller one. They sunk their fangs and teeth deep into her flesh making deep indentations. They would bite her neck, back, legs and arms simultaneously. Blood flowed, mostly underneath her skin, from the bites. The 17-year-old girl screamed in horror and fainted.

The guards and medics heard the commotion and came running to the women’s division of the prison. The other female inmates pointed to the writhing, tormented girl on a cot.

The girl was taken to the prison hospital for observation and treatment where all the doctors declared that they had never seen anything like it.

These strange demonic bitings began to occur daily, baffling all who saw it. Dr. Lara, the prison physician, appealed for help through the media and permitted many to view the strange phenomenon. Filipino, Chinese and American doctors, university professors, and other professionals were called in to analyze the situation.

The news media soon caught wind of the occurrence and sent reporters out to investigate. The newspapers, radio stations and magazines found it their kind of story and began to publicize it. Even the cartoonists were soon drawing pictures of the entities from Clarita’s descriptions, as the bitings continued day by day. The UPI and other world news services began to report the phenomenon worldwide.

In my travels throughout the world, I have not been in any country in which the newspapers did not give this story front-page coverage. Switzerland, France, Germany, England, Canada, the United States – everywhere this strange phenomenon was front-page news at the time.

One doctor accused the girl of putting on an act in order only to get publicity. Clarita gazed at the doctor. With her snake-like eyes she said: ‘You will die’. He didn’t feel anything at the moment, but the following day the doctor expired without even getting sick. He simply died. Fear struck the city when that news was spread about. The girl was not only a harlot, they said, she was also a witch who could speak curses upon human beings and they would die.

The chief jailer had a confrontation with the girl. He had kicked her for something she had done wrong while rebelling against him. Clarita looked at the jailer in cold, inhuman hate and said: ‘You will die!’ Within four days the man was dead and buried, the second person to fall victim to her curse.

I walked into Bilibid Prison just as the funeral cortege moved out. The prison guards had paid their last respects to their chief. Dr. Lara, the chief medical officer, and his staff were deeply concerned. They had a prisoner who certainly was not crazy, but who was being wildly attacked by unseen entities and being bitten deeply on all parts of her body by creatures no none else could see. I have never seen such a fearful and perplexed group of people as those I met in that prison that day. They were afraid that this thing would kill them as it had the two others who dared cross it. It was their responsibility to do something for the girl, yet they had no earthly idea what to do about the situation. It was beyond their medical knowledge.

Who were these alien entities? The large one, Clarita said, was a monster in size. He was black and very hairy. He had fangs that came down on each side of his mouth, plus a set of buck-teeth all the way around. The doctors verified her description by the teeth marks on her body: buck-teeth solid, all the way around the bite, rather than sharp teeth in the front.

The smaller entity was almost like a dwarf. He would climb up her body to bite her upper torso. Both of these spirits liked to bite her where there was a lot of flesh, like the back of her leg, the back of her neck, the fleshy part of her upper arms. They would bite deep into her, leaving ugly, painful bruises.

Dr. Lara and his medical assistants called in all sort of observers, medical doctors, surgeons, psychiatrists and professors from the Far East University and the University of Santo Tomas. No one had ever witnessed such strange and demonic behavior. Nor did they know any solution to the problem. They all wondered who would be the next victim of her curse.

Dr. Lara and his staff sent out word everywhere: ‘Come and help us. Please help us’. They received 3,000 cables from heathen countries suggesting possible cures, but not one from a Christian country.

Do you see how we Christians have been asleep? The word went out over the world. Three thousand telegrams came in, mostly from Japan and India, telling them what to do with an invisible biting monster. But not one Christian nation had any solution to the problem.

They asked in Manila for somebody to come and help. The only group who turned up were the spiritists who said it was John the Baptist biting her. The officials asked the spiritists to leave.

I was the next one to come upon the scene. After three awful weeks of this torture, a radio reporter came to Bilibid and taped a session while the doctors were violently struggling with the demonized harlot. The reporter immediately released his story on a local radio station, just after the 10 o’clocknews.

This was the first I had heard of the hell in Bilibid Prison. The newspapers had given it front-page coverage, but I was too busy building a church to read the newspapers. That’s what the devil would like for us to do, to get so involved in taking care of our own little mission that we allow him a free rein to do anything he wants to do.

When the Bible says to be vigilant, this is what it means; to see what the devil is doing in the world; to keep up with him; to resist him and fight him in whatever he might be doing.

I stayed up all night praying and weeping before the Lord. I was interceding for the city, for the girl and for myself. I was living in a city that had a great need and I was not helping to meet that need. I was so busy putting up our church building and doing my own thing that I was not involved in the tragedy of Bilibid. The next morning God spoke to me and told me to go to that prison and pray for the demonized girl. I did not want to go, but God assured me that He had no one else in the city to send. Therefore I went.

Because I was a foreigner in the Philippines, I went to the mayor’s office and asked permission to see Clarita. He granted me his permission but warned me that several people had been injured by the girl and that two had been cursed and were dead. I went with the understanding that I would not sue the government if I was hurt, and that I would not complain if mistreated.

When I arrived at the prison, the head doctor of six physicians, Dr. Lara, was skeptical of this foreign minister, but he finally permitted me to see the girl.

Clarita was brought into a special room where I was waiting with a large group of news reporters, foreign members of the press, university professors, and medical doctors, who had been invited by Dr. Lara.

As Clarita was being led into the room, she looked at them and said nothing, but when she saw me she screamed violently: ‘I hate you!’ Instantly I inserted: ‘I know you hate me. I have come to cast you out’.

That was the beginning of the confrontation. There was a raging battle with the girl blaspheming God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. Her eyes were burning coals of fire and full of hate. I commanded the evil spirit to loose her. After a three-day confrontation with the devil in her, the miracle of God came upon her. She relaxed, smiled, and said: ‘He’s gone’.

‘Where did he go?’ I asked.

‘He went out that way’, she replied. ‘He’s gone’.

The local newspapers, magazines and radio told the story. One headline read: ‘He dies; the devil is dead!’ Another one said: ‘Devil loses round one’.

Dr. Lara became so excited he took me over to the office of the mayor. When he walked into the office, he said: ‘My God, mayor. The devil is dead’.

I said: ‘Mr. Mayor, Dr. Lara may be a good doctor, but he’s a poor theologian. The devil is not dead. The girl I came and talked to you about yesterday is healed’