Jesus Raised My Son From the Dead

Jesus Raised My Son

On Friday 4/18/14, my family was celebrating Good Friday—the day Jesus died on the cross—by participating in the presentation of the Stations of the Cross at St. Juliana’s Catholic Church. Our family processed around the neighborhood with the St. Julianna community praying and contemplating the passion and death of Jesus. Students of St. Juliana’s School imitated the passion by caring the cross of Jesus and reenacting each station of Jesus’ death. A truck pulled a trailer that was about 15 feet long caring audio equipment and approximately twenty people who were singing during the procession.

 

My son, John, who was six, loved being at the front of the procession with all the participants of the passion. I lost sight of my son many times during the promenade in the thick crowd of people. I had to constantly try to keep up with him since he wanted to be part of the performance. At one point, he got lost in the crowd and became very far ahead of us. I wasn’t too concerned about him since it was a church event…he was around good people, and police were everywhere. Never did I think he could become injured or die.

 

Towards the end of the procession, my daughter addressed me about how she was worried about John, so we hastened towards him. About twenty feet away, I saw him walking beside the trailer right in front of the wheels. Then literally the next second, the trailer’s wheels began to swallow him up. The wheel caught his tiny feet and began to roll on top of his entire body as everyone watched in horror. His helpless body fell forward right into the path of the wheels. I ran, and cried out to God, “No, Lord Jesus….not my John John.”

 

As I ran to John to try to stop the trailer from continuing to crush him, my daughter, Kathrine, who was sixteen, ran to the truck driver to get the trailer to stop. Praise God, it stopped right before my son’s head was crushed too. However, the heavy trailer rolled backward and was resting on top of my son’s delicate back right over his heart. So I tried with all my might to lift the trailer off of him. Of course, I couldn’t budge it. Fortunately, many others saw the horrifying event and ran to help lift the trailer off of my youngest child. Finally, the trailer was lifted off of him and someone pulled him free.

 

At that moment, I looked at my son with a sense of relief that he was free, and a sense of terror that he was seriously hurt. Shockingly, when I looked at my baby’s face, I saw a lifeless boy. He was purple, expressionless, and looked dead. I will never forget that look; it was simply horrible. It appeared as if my wonderful, joy of my life was gone. Knowing there was nothing more I could do for him, I immediately fell to my knees and prayed (as I’m sure others did too) with all my heart crying out to Jesus, “Lord, please if it is your will, let my baby live.”

 

The next second, I got up and ran to my son who was moved onto the grass where he laid lifeless. Upon me saying his name, he opened his eyes and spoke. Praise God! However, he told me he couldn’t see. The capillaries in his face and upper body exploded, and his eyes were solid blood red too. So I prayed for Him. Through the grace of God, I calmly spoke to him hoping to bring him comfort and keep him still since I didn’t know what other internal damage he might be inflicted with. While all this was happening, my daughter called 911. Fortunately, the paramedics came very quickly. I only was able to say a few prayers and some words to my son and fire rescue was there.

 

Before I was whisked away to the Trauma Center at St. Mary’s Hospital, I ran over to my other daughter, Marie who was fourteen, and was crying profusely. I grabbed her by both of her shoulders, looked her in the eyes and told her with all certainty, “Do you believe in God? THIS IS HIS WILL…Trust in Him and Pray for John.” She gave me a look as if I was crazy…how could this be God’s will? Nonetheless, she and her other siblings had to work out their disbelief and find trust on their own since I was going to the hospital with my son.

 

Then, I hopped into the back of the ambulance and drove away with John. During the ride, my son was complaining about his foot hurting, and said, “I’m fine. I don’t want to go to the hospital” which was nice to hear and age appropriate. One of the paramedics asked my son to grip his hand, John replied, “How can I do that when I don’t even feel your hand?” At that moment, I prayed to Jesus and said, “Lord, if you wish for me to take care of a paralyzed son, I’m ok with that. I will do whatever you want, but please, if it is your will, heal him completely.” I continued to pray with my son, even though he wasn’t into it. We prayed the Our Father and the Hail Mary (asking Jesus’ Mother to pray for John) countless times.

 

When we arrived at the hospital, the nurse wouldn’t allow me to go into the trauma unit, where the surgeons were waiting, with my son to comfort him, even though, by God’s grace, I was perfectly calm and composed through the whole event. However, I knelt in the waiting room and prayed for my son’s recovery. After the hospital ran every test known (checking all his organs for internal bleeding, broken bones, hemorrhaging, brain/spinal damage, etc.) almost every test came back negative. The doctor told we can’t find anything wrong with him to operate on. The only thing they could find was his right lung was bruised and his right ankle was broken (strangely, the following day they recanted that and said it wasn’t broken).

 

So after, my six year old son’s entire body was crushed from toe to neck, not a bone was broken or displaced…nor was there any major injury. His blindness and paralysis was healed even before the doctors could run their tests, and his lung healed in a few hours. Soon, he was laughing, playing video games, and hobbling around. They did put a cast on his other hurt foot (the one he was complaining about) which he wore for about a week. We stayed in the hospital for observation on Holy Saturday and were discharged on Easter Sunday afternoon.

 

That evening after Easter dinner at Grandmas, John was singing in the car, like six year old’s do, because I had told him, to his surprise, the accident had squished his poop out of him. John thought that was funny. So he sang a song “It squished the poop out of me.” My husband asked John to not sing that. I asked my husband why he found it so disturbing. My husband, who is a doctor, told me at the moment of death, all the muscles in the body relax, including the rectal and urinary muscles. Which explains why my son unknowingly urinated and defecated during the accident? At that moment, my eyes were opened and I saw most wonderfully what an amazing Easter Miracle we had! Just like Jesus’ death, God planned every minute of the event for Our Lord’s Honor and Glory to be shown. Right before the accident happened, my son was practically touching the people sitting in the trailer and many others were within feet of him too. However, God made everyone unaware that my son was in danger for this incredible miracle to occur. God is still raising people from the dead, and His Endless Mercy is with us. Trust in Him.

 

God gives us trials to help us trust in Him, learn His blessed ways, and grow closer to him. What we call “pain” is really a gift from Him. Ever so often, we don’t understand why God allows, what seems to be, a horrific tragedy to occur. But I can tell you, even after having two of my own children die (which are happy in Heaven), I know they are God’s way of drawing us closer to Him out of His incredible love for us. Sometimes, it takes tragedy for us to find the Lord and trust in Him. But praise God for those who do find Jesus without such tragedies. I can tell you, my doubting daughter will probably not doubt The Lord’s will again. Because a life without trusting Jesus, is really no life at all.

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  • THE GORNICK FAMILY says:

    Praise God for the wonderful miracle that has occurred to your son!
    Our family attends the same parish that your family has attended for many years, Our Lady Queen of the Apostles. We have watched your family grow from a loving little group , into a beautiful family troop! haha…
    It is such a blessing to see the love and dedication you have for Our Lord. We would like to thank you for sharing your special miracle with all of us. It is truly an affirmation that Our Lord is alive and living amongst us.
    Love and Continued Blessings,
    James, Kerry, Preston, Pierce, Eric, Jullia, and Jayla

    • miraclesofchirst says:

      Thank you. We are so very blessed and honored to be chosen by God for Him to display His amazing power and mercy. Our God is awesome!

  • Bette Franco says:

    Thank you for sharing your son’s story with me. In fact I was surprised why you stopped me after the daily Mass we both attended because we have never even met. Later on I realized that it happened for a reason. You see my husband was diagnosed with stomach cancer and had 2 stents put in his heart which was 95% blocked. We just came back from UAB in Birmingham where he had 3 sets of Diff. Chemo treatment. However nothing worked. We then decided to come back home to Florida for radiation. After hearing your son’s miraculous recovery it gave me renewed hope. I know God is always in-charge. I leave everything in God’s hands. Let Thy Will Be Done

  • Deven pate says:

    I know this kid and he is doing well. God can do amazing things and john-john here is definitely a walking miracle. The lord has a time for everyone to come to heaven and then was definitely not the time for him. God is good and we should thank God for this.

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