The Incredible Power of Prayer

On December 1, 1984, I was admitted, near death, to the Greater Niagara General Hospital with congestive heart failure and atrial fibrillation.

Because all the glassed-in rooms in the intensive care units were taken, they assigned me to a bed in the open area near the nurses’ station.

My breathing had grown so shallow that I could hardly get enough oxygen. I now believed that I was going to die, and my conviction deepened when someone asked if I would like to see a minister. In my feeble condition, I stated that I felt too sick to have anyone visit except my wife. Besides, for almost 40 years I had made it a daily practice to seek God and prepare myself to die.

The Presence of God

Thirty-six hours passed, and I was still alive and now able to breathe without the oxygen mask on all the time. My thoughts ascended to God