Where Miracles Happen

Where Miracles Happen

JOAN WESTER ANDERSONJOAN WESTER ANDERSON

TRUE STORIES OF HEAVENLY ENCOUNTERS

JOAN WESTER ANDERSONAuthor of the New York Times best seller Where Angels Walk

Where Miracles Happen

TRUE STORIES OF HEAVENLY ENCOUNTERS

Updated, with 8 new

stories!

ContentsAcknowledgments ix

Prologue xi

What Are Miracles? xvii

Part One: Miracles through Prayer 1

A Promise on Mother’s Day 6

Answer in the Wind 10

Vital Signs 13

Deliverance from the Depths 17

Perfect Timing 22

Heavenly Mission 34

A Sign for Our Times 38

A Light unto Her Path 42

Mysterious Medication 45

Rescues on the Road 51

Beanie Baby Blessing 60

Part Two: Angels in Our Midst 65

Miracle at Christmas 71

Protector in the Barn 76

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c o n t e n t s

Hospital Helpers 81

“Have You Been Praying?” 90

Wonder at Wrigley Field 96

The Vanishing Lifeguard 100

Miracle Miles 104

Summons to the Danger Zone 109

Christmas Messenger 112

Part Three: Miracles from Beyond 117

A Rainbow from Andy 122

From Darkness to Light 128

Between Heaven and Earth 131

One Last Good- Bye 140

Escort to Paradise 144

Hope’s Golden Thread 147

Message in the Night 152

A White Rose, with Dew 155

Part Four: Healings from Heaven 159

A Forgiving Heart 166

The Apple of His Eye 172

Helping Hands 178

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c o n t e n t s

Vision on the Windshield 183

Circle of Love 188

Chelsea’s Miracle 193

Part Five: God’s Special Miracles 201

Tender Treasures 205

The Lord of Wind and Flame 209

Angel in the Tree 214

Miracles in Multiples 218

Always Near 229

In the Midst of Battle 232

On Butterfly Wings 238

Miracle at the Mall 242

The Last Christmas Gift 246

Into the Arms of an Angel 249

God Calling 254

Epilogue 259

Discussion Questions 261

Notes 263

Author’s Afterword 265

About the Author 266

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WHat are miracles?A miracle is a wonder, a beam of supernatural power injected into

history. . . . [It] makes an opening in the wall that separates this world

and another.

—Time, december 30, 1991

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Polls show that more than eight in ten Americans believe in

divinely worked wonders, primarily because such events suggest

that God exists and loves us and that our lives have a purpose. But

the finding of the rings in my backyard deepened my interest in the

subject. What is a miracle? I wondered. How do we know when one

happens?

According to Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary, Encyclopedic

Edition, a miracle is “an event or effect that apparently contradicts

known scientific law, and is hence thought to be due to supernatural

causes.” Whether elaborate or unadorned, most miracles are positive

happenings, occurring unexpectedly and usually outside the realm

of ordinary life. “If you can explain it,” says author Betty Malz, “it is

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not a miracle.” Nor are miracles haphazard. The recipient usually has

a sense of God’s deliberate intervention, a change, an answer.

Among the world’s many religions, we find different responses to

miracles. For example, the Catholic Church accepts their existence,

but only when the event defies the known laws of science. And

claims are not easily verified. A case in point is the shrine at Lourdes

in France. Although there have been thousands of purported divine

healings there, only sixty- seven have made it through the stringent

procedures of the International Medical Commission to be officially

declared miracles. (In 2008, the commission decided it would no

longer declare something a “miracle,” but simply a “remarkable

event.”) Since 1981, millions of people have witnessed extraordinary

events at Medjugorje, Herzegovina (part of the former Yugoslavia).

But the church is still investigating the situation without official com-

ment and will probably do so for years to come.

Protestant denominations differ on miracles. Some believe that

Jesus healed the sick, multiplied food, commanded the sea to be

silent only for the purpose of establishing his church on earth, and

then such heaven- directed wonders stopped. Martin Luther originally

denied the possibility of divine healings as well as other miracles,

though he later changed his mind. John Calvin, in Institutes of the

Christian Religion, wrote that such gifts “vanished in order to make

the preaching of the Gospel marvelous forever.”

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This view is disputed by more charismatic Christians. “In this

age of skepticism, I often hear people say, ‘But God isn’t work-

ing miracles anymore,’” wrote Harald Bredesen, pastor and author

of Need a Miracle? “I’ve got news for them—good news. God isn’t

working miracles any less!” Perhaps people block the availability

of miracles—or the answers to any prayers, for that matter—“by

consciously or unconsciously thinking of God in too small terms, of

considering him in terms of our own human limitations.”

Professor Ralph Watkins of Fuller Theological Seminary agrees.

“We need to be bold enough to believe in a God who can perform

miracles,” he says, “even in the overwhelming and seemingly impos-

sible challenges: ending poverty, war, divisiveness. We need to walk

up on the tomb of things that look dead and resurrect our dreams.”

Jews believe in miracles too. “God is not subject to the laws he

established for his universe,” according to Rabbi Simon Greenberg,

writing in A Jewish Philosophy and Pattern of Life. “He remains their

unchallenged master, who can manipulate them at will.”

The Islamic view is similar. “Miracles are given by the grace of

Allah, the only God, not through our own power,” says Dr. Musa

Qutub, president of the Islamic Information Center of America. “We

can ask for anything, because anything is possible.” And it is in the

asking that our faith grows. “No one who raises his hand to Allah

ever comes back empty,” Dr. Qutub explains.

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Can we “prove” miracles? Usually not. Even if the circumstances

seem astonishing, in the end many must be left to the observer to

decide. But sometimes we recognize one by our reaction—perhaps

a tiny quiver in the pit of our stomach, a chill running through us,

a prick of tears, or our heart lifting in wordless response. Miracles

can also be identified in hindsight by the positive, often profound

changes they make in our lives.

My own “miracle of the rings” changed me. Gradually, I grew

more willing to ask for spiritual help and seek God’s plan for me,

less fearful of being considered “unworthy.” Still, it wasn’t until I

wrote Where Angels Walk in 1992 that a new door to understanding

miracles opened to me. People were so moved by the true stories of

others who were rescued, consoled, or touched in a special way by

an angel that they willingly shared their own heavenly experiences

with me. (A few needed to remain anonymous and are denoted here

with an asterisk [*].) Most wrote in response to my book or spoke to

me after I had given a talk. Others called radio shows where I was

a guest.

It was a touching experience, sitting quietly in my home office

as I joined the various shows by phone, sometimes late at night,

connecting with people all over the country who were willing to

publicly discuss their angel encounters. Or seeing the dawning

awareness of God’s love on the face of a stranger who approached

my book- signing table or tentatively opened his heart in an airport

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waiting room. Every day brought stories of sorrow turned into joy,

of lives filled with reawakenings, of searches that had ended, as all

good searches do, in the arms of the Father.

Some of these encounters came through angels, others through

loved ones already in paradise. Answers to prayers, unexplained

healings, the wonders of nature—occasionally a story contained

more than one spiritual ingredient, making it harder to categorize,

but even more enjoyable to hear. Most illuminating, God seemed to

be at work not just at shrines but everywhere. The greatest and most

profound adventures with him were taking place, not at the feet of

distant gurus, but in our own kitchens, our cars, our prayer com-

munities, wherever hearts were open enough to whisper, “Come,

Lord, come. . . .”

Gradually I realized that such happenings were far too precious

to hide in my files. As I read them and heard them, it became clear

that I would have to share many of them in another book, one not

only about angels, but also about faith and love . . . and, yes, about

miracles. The groundwork God had so lovingly laid in my backyard

was finally bearing fruit.

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Part One

miracles through prayer

It may never be mine,

The loaf or the kiss or the kingdom

Because of beseeching;

But I know that my hand

Is an arm’s length nearer the sky

For reaching.

—edWin Qua rles, “petition”

m i r a c l e s t H r o u g H p r a y e r

Janice Stiehler of Baldwin, New York, worried when the Yankees

game her teenage son was attending went into extra innings. Now

Kurt and his friends would have to take the subway to Penn Station

very late at night.

Janice went to sleep, but at precisely 1:10 a.m. she awoke to

the crash of a shattered windowpane, as if someone was breaking

into the house. Frightened, she roused her husband, and they both

searched everywhere. But they found no evidence of burglars and

no broken glass. Nor had Kurt come home. “For some reason, I felt

compelled to pray for him,” Janice recalls. She sat in the kitchen,

prayed, and waited.

An hour later, a Penn Station security officer phoned. The boys

had been horsing around at the terminal, and Kurt’s arm had crashed

through a huge storefront window. The pieces of broken glass were

so jagged and heavy that the arm should have been completely sev-

ered, the amazed officer explained. But Kurt had sustained no injury,

not even a scratch.

“When did this happen?” Janice asked.

“One- fifteen.”

Then Janice understood. She had been awakened just in time

to pray for Kurt. And somehow, across the miles, her prayers had

protected him.

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When situations work out, we often assume it’s a coincidence or the

result of our own efforts. And sometimes it is. But answers also come

because we pray.

Prayer is most commonly defined as the raising of our minds and

hearts to God. We can praise and adore God, express sorrow for an

action we regret, give thanks, or ask for help. Prayer covers the com-

plete spectrum of human emotion—from grief to anger to wonder.

It can arise from specific occasions or flow casually, like a chat with

a good friend. Ideally, prayer “takes no time but it occupies all our

time,” says Quaker author Thomas Kelly. “[It is] a gentle receptiveness

to divine breathings.”

Americans are a prayerful people. Two- thirds of us say we pray

at least once each day; almost a third pray several times a day. Years

ago, I told a friend that I wished I had time to pray. She looked at

me. “I don’t have time not to pray,” she said. I discovered that she

was right. Once I made prayer my first priority, God provided all

the time I required for everything else—at least everything that he

wanted me to accomplish!

But is it necessary to pray? If God already knows what we need,

why doesn’t he just give it to us? Prayer seems to be necessary for

our welfare, to place us in an intimate rapport with our Creator, to

fill the God- shaped vacuum within us that will never be satisfied

with anything but God. “The value of persistent prayer is not that

God will hear us,” observed historian William McGill, “but that we

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will finally hear God.” And as Scripture puts it, “You do not have,

because you do not ask” (James 4:2). Clearly, “requesting” is an

important part of a relationship.

But requests are not always answered in ways we might expect.

Sometimes we decide our own agenda, and then ask God to bless

it. When he doesn’t, we conclude that he didn’t answer our prayer.

But he did—he said no or not yet, because what we asked was not

in our best interest. It’s similar to a mother who took her toddler on

a shopping trip. Little Joey saw a toy he wanted. The toy was poorly

made, and Mom knew it would soon break and disappoint him. The

following week was Joey’s birthday, and she had already bought a

shiny red tricycle, which would delight him far more than the cheap

plaything he thought he wanted.

When Mom refused to buy the toy, however, Joey threw a tan-

trum. Like us, he didn’t understand that his parent had a larger view

of his life—and something better in store.

A more effective way to pray is to trust God’s love for us and

surrender the direction of our life to him. The late author Catherine

Marshall once noted that “God absolutely refuses to violate our free

will; therefore, unless self- will is voluntarily given up, God cannot move

to answer prayer.” She found that whenever she stopped arguing and

instead said, “Okay, God, whatever you want,” exciting answers came.

We can pray alone or united with others, in group worship or a

shared purpose. Sevier Heights Baptist Church of Knoxville, Tennessee,

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is one of a number of congregations using the Watchman program, in

which volunteers intercede in their homes. While praying, each faces

a different direction, like guardians. (This is taken from Isaiah 62:6: “I

have posted watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem; they will never be

silent day or night.”) Moms In Touch International is another organiza-

tion sponsoring thousands of small groups of mothers who meet and

pray for their children. In my own parish, grandparents pray together

one hour each week for their grandchildren. Many people attest to

feeling supported, even carried, when others petition God for them

during a difficult time. “I don’t know how I would have gotten through

without prayer,” they say. And it’s true.

Have you ever cried out: “Why me, God? Why must I suffer? Why

did someone I love die? Why have my efforts failed?” It’s difficult

to understand why there is pain in our world, why prayers seem

to go unheard. Perhaps God is waiting for us to heal one another’s

wounds. Or perhaps our vision is limited. “On earth we see only the

back of the tapestry,” all the seemingly random threads and knots,

said Dutch missionary Corrie ten Boom. “But the time will come

when we will behold the front in all its amazing beauty.” In the end,

it will all make sense.

Until that time, we can hold tightly to God’s hand through

prayer, as people in the following stories did. They learned that

no job is too difficult, no heartache too devastating, no life ever

barren—with God.

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a promise on motHer’s day

Something happens when we pray,

Take our place and therein stay,

Wrestle on ’til break of day;

Ever let us pray.

—a non ymous

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Sue and Kenny Burton had tried for more than two years to have

a baby, and things weren’t going well. Month after month, despite

many medical tests, they continued to be disappointed. People in

their tiny, close- knit town of Frankfort, Kansas, knew about the

Burtons’ dream and were praying for them.

At that time, Sue was singing contemporary Christian songs in a

sextet formed by women from Frankfurt’s United Methodist Church.

The group, ironically named Special Delivery, performed regularly

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a p r o m i s e o n m o t H e r’s da y

at mother- daughter banquets, Elk and Moose club meetings, and

other functions. “Usually during a program we would each share a

little personal history with the audience,” Sue explains. “Since we

ranged from teenage to grandmother status, people could relate to

all of us.”

The other singers, knowing Sue’s longing for a baby, encouraged

her to share that with audiences, and she did. The response was

tremendously supportive. After the Christmas concerts, many people

came up to assure Sue that they would add their prayers to those

of her neighbors. In March, a woman from South Dakota even pre-

dicted that at this time next year, Sue would have a baby daughter.

Although Sue and Kenny seemed no closer to decorating a nursery,

it helped to know that so many people cared.

On Mother’s Day weekend, Sue drove her mother to Kansas

City to spend some time with Sue’s sister, Shelley, who attended

college there. The three visited shopping malls all day Saturday,

and Sue conscientiously pressed the automatic door lock every time

they parked and got out of her car. “We joked about being overly

cautious in the big city, but there was no point in being careless,”

Sue says.

Sunday morning, the trio awakened to a steady rain. They

lounged around in Shelley’s apartment and had an early lunch. The

downpour continued, so eventually the three decided to go out any-

way. Dodging raindrops, they splashed across the parking lot to Sue’s

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car. “Hurry up! I’m getting soaked!” Shelley laughed as Sue unlocked

the driver’s door, then pressed the switch to open the other doors.

Shelley scrambled into the front seat, while their mother got in

back. “Look at this!” she exclaimed as her daughters turned around.

On the backseat was a pink baby bootie.

“Where did that come from?” Sue asked. “It wasn’t there yester-

day, was it, Mom?”

“No,” her mother said. “I was in and out of here all day, and I

never saw it.”

“Could it have been stuck down in the seat, maybe left by one

of your friends in Frankfort?” Shelley asked.

Sue shook her head. “I doubt it. My friends’ children are all older.

I don’t think a baby has ever been in this car.” The women pondered

over that awhile.

“Someone must have found it lying near the car just now and

tossed it in,” said Shelley, “thinking it was ours.”

“But the car was never open,” Sue pointed out. “You know I’ve

locked the doors whenever we got out. And why would anyone

think a bootie belonged to us? No one here knows us.”

“Look how muddy and wet it is outside,” Sue’s mother added,

“but this bootie is clean and dry.”

The women fell silent again, turning over possible explanations

in their minds. But no solution emerged. The bootie’s position looked

deliberate, as if someone had wanted to be sure it was seen.

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“What if . . . ?” Sue couldn’t finish her sentence, but the others

knew what she was thinking. Was the bootie a message from heaven,

a sign that all those prayers ascending from the Kansas plains were

about to be answered?

Sue hardly dared to hope. She took the bootie home, put it in

her Bible, and waited. Waited until she realized she was indeed preg-

nant, had been pregnant on that Mother’s Day morning, and would,

just as the lady from South Dakota predicted, be a mother—of a

daughter—very soon. “When people asked how I could be so sure

of a girl, I would simply show them the bootie,” Sue says. “Would

God send pink for any other reason?”

Today, some years later, Sue and Kenny still keep the bootie in

a special place, as a reminder that God answers prayer. In fact, he

answers in abundance, for their older daughter Paige, has a sister,

Chelsey. “I have no doubt that an angel left that bootie there as a sign

for me,” Sue says. For her, every day is Mother’s Day.

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Discussion Questions

1. How would you define a miracle? Where did you get that

definition?

2. Why do you think God works miracles, if at all? Do you think

more miracles happen today than during other periods of his-

tory? Explain your answer.

3. Do you believe that some people receive miracles, while others

don’t? Explain.

4. Have you ever experienced a rescue or a “near miss” similar

to what happened to some people in these stories? If so, try to

describe your feelings about it.

5. Don Spann (“Deliverance from the Depths”) now works in a

prison ministry; the Steinke family (“Wonder at Wrigley Field”)

is heavily involved in parish work. Why do you think that, for

some people, a miracle causes a major life change?

6. Katie Lowell was saved from attack because someone told her

to leave the barn (“Protector in the Barn”). But many innocent

people do become victims of crime. Why do you think God

seems to intervene in some events, and not in others?

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