Faith Becomes Sight
This event happened within the last few hours before my mother died. For some reason I don't understand completely, the marvel of it didn't sink in for me until more than a week after that. When it did, I found it a great comfort. It involved our family friend Jayapradha, from India. She now lives in the United States.
Jayapradha has loved my parents ever since she first met them about 44 years ago, and they have had sporadic contact. If you're a longtime blog reader you may remember the story of when she and her neurosurgeon-in-training son spent Christmas with our family several years ago. They stayed in the home of my sister Lois and her family. Jayapradha and Lois talk on the phone several times a month, on average.
As a young girl, Jaya came to know and love Jesus when He appeared to her and introduced Himself. She endured a great deal of suffering as she began to follow Him, to the distress of her Hindu family. Through her others also came to know Jesus. After about ten years of ministry in India, at the age of 16 she first came to U.S. It was on that trip that she visited in our home and ate at our table and spoke to a small group of church friends on a weekday evening.
Later she married a fine Christian Indian man and they had two sons. When the boys were still young, their father died of brain cancer. Jayapradha has since married an American man. Her parents are Christians now.
Jaya knows many things only because the Holy Spirit reveals them to her. The first time she was to speak to an audience in the United States, she spoke in English, despite never having studied or learned English. Repeatedly, on the phone, when Lois has begun to describe a situation she'd like Jayapradha to pray about, Jaya will talk and pray aloud, mentioning accurate details that Lois hasn't told her. She has explained simply that sometimes "I see things because God shows them to me." On the way home from the hospital, when Lois called to tell her that Mom had died, Jaya already knew, although no one had notified her. When Mom had unexplained bleeding after her heart surgery, Jaya told Lois that she will be alright, and she was.
Before Mom died, Jaya had called and talked to Lois first and then asked to talk to Dad. At that time, she wished to talk to Mom, but it didn't work out, since members of the family were individually telling Mom goodbye. It was after she had died that she told Lois that she had seen God taking Mom into heaven's Holy of Holies. She also said, "I saw the Savior and the angels welcoming her, and the angels were really, really happy."
Jayapradha has loved my parents ever since she first met them about 44 years ago, and they have had sporadic contact. If you're a longtime blog reader you may remember the story of when she and her neurosurgeon-in-training son spent Christmas with our family several years ago. They stayed in the home of my sister Lois and her family. Jayapradha and Lois talk on the phone several times a month, on average.
As a young girl, Jaya came to know and love Jesus when He appeared to her and introduced Himself. She endured a great deal of suffering as she began to follow Him, to the distress of her Hindu family. Through her others also came to know Jesus. After about ten years of ministry in India, at the age of 16 she first came to U.S. It was on that trip that she visited in our home and ate at our table and spoke to a small group of church friends on a weekday evening.
Later she married a fine Christian Indian man and they had two sons. When the boys were still young, their father died of brain cancer. Jayapradha has since married an American man. Her parents are Christians now.
Jaya knows many things only because the Holy Spirit reveals them to her. The first time she was to speak to an audience in the United States, she spoke in English, despite never having studied or learned English. Repeatedly, on the phone, when Lois has begun to describe a situation she'd like Jayapradha to pray about, Jaya will talk and pray aloud, mentioning accurate details that Lois hasn't told her. She has explained simply that sometimes "I see things because God shows them to me." On the way home from the hospital, when Lois called to tell her that Mom had died, Jaya already knew, although no one had notified her. When Mom had unexplained bleeding after her heart surgery, Jaya told Lois that she will be alright, and she was.
Before Mom died, Jaya had called and talked to Lois first and then asked to talk to Dad. At that time, she wished to talk to Mom, but it didn't work out, since members of the family were individually telling Mom goodbye. It was after she had died that she told Lois that she had seen God taking Mom into heaven's Holy of Holies. She also said, "I saw the Savior and the angels welcoming her, and the angels were really, really happy."
In 1971, when Mom cooked up that delicious meal of Indian rice and curry for Jayapradha and the Holdeman family who brought her to see us, who would have thought that all these years later, in a sad time of parting, that same young slip of a girl would be "with us" to bring sight to our faith? The Savior and the happy angels welcoming Mom. . . it would surely have been true, whether or not human eyes had glimpsed this. To have the great gift of this comfort from God is a real treasure. Praise God!
posted by Mrs. I (Miriam Iwashige) at
5:57 PM
3 Comments:
Praise God, indeed! Thanks for sharing.
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Dwight Gingrich, at 2/02/2015
That's beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
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MaryAnn, at 2/02/2015
Mom's death was so ordinary and peaceful, and to have had a peek behind the curtain through which she passed is a reminder that no death is ordinary for God's children. Always there is rejoicing in heaven when they arrive.
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Mrs. I (Miriam Iwashige), at 2/02/2015
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