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| Hosea 4:6 says "My people are destroyed for lack of (Godly) knowledge." Here is my own witness regarding raising the dead; although I must admit that my experiences were not nearly as dramatic as those listed above, at least as yet. In Chapter Eleven, of my book The Promise, I tell about my friend, Gramma, who was raised from the dead because of "my" faith in what God said was possible for us to do by faith. You will find this story on page 18 of my book if you print it, or scroll down to Chapter Eleven. Or, Click here , The Promise, |
| Also, more recently, in Florida, my cat Cally had five kittens which she would not nurse, as they were infested with fleas so badly at birth that they were anemic and near death. I took on the responsibility of bottle feeding them and nursing each kitten back to health. I fought a neverending battle with the fleas which were literally draining the small kittens blood. The kittens were too young for flea dips or insecticides. One night when the kittens were about 3 weeks old, Cally, the mama cat, hid "Spot", one of the kittens because he was so sick. When I found him, he was dying. He would not take the bottle or even try to thrive. Soon, his body was lifeless, stiff and rigormortus had set in. He was not breathing nor did he have a heart beat. I took his small lifeless body and placed him in a box with a blanket. Then I prayed for him to return to life in Jesus's name. After a while, I gave up waiting and I placed the 'box' under my blanket next to my feet and I went to sleep. Since I 'was' in affect, the kitten's mother, they had the habit of climbing onto my bed and waking me for their morning bottle. Most of all, 'Spot' had done this as their ring leader and they would play with my face and hair until I would wake up. When I would stir, they would scatter. The following morning after 'Spot' had died, I woke up to kittens playing in my hair. As with every other morning, it was a game to see which of the kittens I could grab before they ran away. They loved to hide from me, but I would always manage to catch one and I would start feeding that one first and the others would come up for their bottle then. This particular morning, I grabbed the first kitten I could and pulled him close to my mouth to smother him with kisses as usual. It was still before dawn and I could only make out his outline without the light. The kitten snuggled up to me and started purring. In the semi-darkness, this kitten reminded me of 'spot', and my heart broke at the memory of 'spot' in the box at my feet. The kitten I was holding started playing with my hair and I got up to start the morning feedings, holding the kitten close. When I turned on the light, I found |