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So I thought I would share some of their stories* here. Let’s keep believing for God-encounters - in our lives - and in the lives of others!
Sherida, a Nepalese lady who has recently migrated to New Zealand, was diagnosed with cervical cancer and tuberculosis. She was transferred to intensive care and because of complications, the prognosis wasn’t good. Medications were making her sicker than ever and doctors held little hope for her recovery.A returned New Zealand missionary who works in an orphanage in northern India tells of the children in his home experiencing visions of heaven during times of worship. They see children that have died; they play with animals they have never seen before in life, eat fruit that regrows immediately after it is picked and visit the throneroom of God. Amazingly their stories are validated by the fact that they all tell of the same things. Some of their recollections are straight out of scenes in the book of Revelation – passages they have never read… Their visions and experiences give them hope in an often difficult life in India.
It was on her deathbed that Sherida began experiencing supernatural encounters in the night. One night seven foot angels stood at her bedside, in another she saw Jesus dressed in white robes saying; ‘Do not be afraid’ in Nepalese.
But the night that changed everything was when an angel came and fed her with a “very shiny red pill”. When she woke in the morning she immediately felt better. She went to the bathroom and a large ugly black mass fell out of her body into the toilet. Days later, the oncologist reported her cancer free…
A man I met recently at a wedding shared his story. He was a gangster and a convicted criminal who had no belief in God… until God started speaking to him in dreams:
In this dream my three brothers and I were standing on the front lawn of my parent’s home. It was a sunny afternoon. Then it started to get dark and cold, the wind began picking up and in a matter of seconds a storm engulfed the whole place. Clouds were swirling over the city and a tornado formed, tearing apart city buildings. The tube was getting larger and larger as it quickly moved towards us at a phenomenal rate. I could see cars, whole houses, trees and people being taken up into the tube. I screamed out, "run let's get out here", but I couldn't move my legs. I looked at my brothers, shouting at them to run but they didn't flinch, they just stared at the tornado.
Then a beam of intense bright light pierced through the heart of the tornado and was shining over my oldest brother Risto. I looked at him, he was bright white. He looked happy, then he disappeared with the beam of light into the tornado. Instantly the wind stopped, the tornado dispersed and the clouds started to break apart, changing colours like the rainbow. The sun was shining and my other brothers walked away from me into house.
I shared with my brother Risto about the dream at a BBQ at my parents home on New Year’s Eve. I told him I believed he was in danger of death and to be careful. He said to me, "If the Lord wants to take me that's fine". "What do you mean?" I replied. “That’s rubbish!”
"I'm a Christian, I believe in Jesus Christ. If I die, I am peaceful about where I am going. Hopefully you understand one day what it's all about - don't worry it will work out just fine", was Risto’s reply.
Three days later, my brother Risto was killed on police duty. That was the beginning of my journey learning to know that God was real.
*Stories shared with permission
