Tuesday, April 21, 2015

"Miracles from Heaven": a little girl's visit to the Afterlife, and miraculous recovery

Author: Christy Wilson Beam

Title: “Miracles from Heaven: A Little Girl, her Journey to Heaven, and her Amazing Story of Healing

Publication: 2015, Hachette, ISBN 978-0-316-38181-9, 209 pages, hardcover, Prologue and 10 Chapters

Amazon link. Kindle and paper available.

A mother tells the story of her daughter’s miraculous recovery from both a serious chronic illness, tehn a serious accident, the girls’ brief account of a visit to Heaven and a meeting with Jesus, and the girl’s complete recovery from both.   Somehow the title of the book recalls a musical movie, "Pennies from Heaven".  

The chronic illness is “pseudo-obstruction motility disorder and antral-hypomotility disorder”.  This condition seems to be related to scar tissue and spasms that cause the colon to stop functioning.  The book suggests that it might have resulted from undetected appendicitis.  My own mother missed a year of school, in 1920 in Ohio, from appendicitis, which could not be well treated at the time.
The attempts to treat the condition became quite desperate. The family or at least parents had to travel to Boston regularly for monitoring of the use of a normally discontinued drug, cisapride.  The girl was often fed by tube or IV and the possibility of colostomy was even considered.

The accident was a fall within a hollow tree near the family’s home near Fort Worth, TX. She had few injuries from what could have been a fatal fall, and everything healed miraculously and quickly.
The key paragraph in the book may be on p 147, where she talks about Job, the idea of people wanting to “separate themselves from other people’s troubles” and the idea of testing “the power of your own faith.”

Nevertheless, this is not the way I experience the world, or faith or spirituality.  Modern physics and cosmology (and quantum mechanics) makes me confident that consciousness rules everything and is permanent, so there is an afterlife and karma us real.  And you are in a real place, but not reachable in the normal dimensions of space-time that we live in, after you go.  And many of us may come back again, or go to other worlds. 

So I don’t experience faith in this naïve, emotional way.  I don’t live in the same world as this family.  I get it intellectually, but I don’t connect to it more personally.  I don’t think that God normally manipulates us with his Plan as if we were characters in an aspiring writer’s fictive screenplay.  Yes, I have absolute power over the characters in my unpublished novel (and they even seem “real”), but I don’t think that God relates to us that way.  So I get irritated if I am prodded or drawn into sessions where people “turn it over to Him”.  And the whole idea of “following Me” – and the Doubting Thomas narrative – brings up the loaded topic of upward affiliation.

All that said, I see why Grace is so essential.  Without it, we always keep paying for other people’s “crimes” as well as our own.
Second picture:  Texas Hill Country, west of Austin, mine, Nov. 2011.  

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