A child desperately ill with stomach cancer was at the end of his life.
Doctors had tried everything to no avail. His church assembled, laid hands on him, and prayed. A few days later they received an unexpected call from a California hospital that was trying out a new experimental drug. He flew out there with his mom and dad. Suffered through the experiment.
It worked.
He is now in his mid-30s with hearing aids and only one kidney from chemo and radiation, but happy as he can be.
Years after his recovery I asked him if he ever talked to Jesus. He said yes, He came to me during my darkest day, in my hospital room.
What did he look like? I asked.
He looks more Jewish than in the paintings, he said, laughing.
But the light! He is covered in light. That is what you remember most.
The Light.
