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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Thursday's Must-See GodVine Videos...A Baby Was Pronounced Dead at Birth - But God Saved Him


A Baby Was Pronounced Dead at Birth - But God Saved Him






Christopher Coleman was pronounced dead at birth - he had no heartbeat or signs of life. His parents thought he was gone but then something absolutely miraculous happened.





"A Psalm for giving thanks. Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth! Serve the Lord with gladness! Come into his presence with singing!" - Psalm 100:1-2

Hi, Everyone! Give thanks to the Lord! He has done many wondrous things for us. So don't be afraid if you're a little off key when you praise Him - giving thanks is all that matters. :) We you enjoy these videos!

Thursday's Must-See GodVine Videos

You Have to See Faith Hill's Jaw Dropping Performance of I Surrender All! WOW!You Have to See Faith Hill's Jaw Dropping Performance of I Surrender All! WOW!
Watch as Faith Hill performs I Surrender All, an amazing worship song. Just let yourself be taken over by faith and love when you hear this performanc...
A Baby Was Pronounced Dead at Birth - But God Saved Him. See His Miracle Here!A Baby Was Pronounced Dead at Birth - But God Saved Him. See His Miracle Here
Christopher Coleman was pronounced dead at birth - he had no heartbeat or signs of life. His parents thought he was gone but then something absolutely...
Little Girl Loses Her Favorite Toy - But Gets it Back in the Most Amazing Way!Little Girl Loses Her Favorite Toy - But Gets it Back in the Most Amazing Way!
While on vacation, this little girl lost her favorite stuffed animal, Elmo, at a hotel. She had it since she was born and was devastated without it. L...
Heartwarming Surprise Reunion is Just TOO Sweet - You Gotta See This Reaction!Heartwarming Surprise Reunion is Just TOO Sweet - You Gotta See This Reaction
The soldier father of a 5th grader returns home a day early... and gives his little girl the surprise of her life when he shows up unannounced at scho...
Dying Man's Wish is Granted at His Daughter's Wedding - Try Not to Cry!Dying Man's Wish is Granted at His Daughter's Wedding - Try Not to Cry!
A dying father's only wish was to be able to walk his daughter down the aisle at her wedding. Because he was in the hospital near death, his family kn...
3 Legged Dog Helps a Special Little Boy Overcome his Fears - SO Heartwarming =)3 Legged Dog Helps a Special Little Boy Overcome his Fears - SO Heartwarming =)
Owen Howkins has a genetic condition that makes his muscles very tense - and he knows that he is different from other children. He feared leaving his ...

Today's Story

Keep On SingingLike any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy.

The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes... every minute. But complications arise during delivery. After hours of labor a C-section is required. Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.

The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst." Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby -- now they plan a funeral.

Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says.

Week two: Still in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive.

She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed in ICU." The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings:

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray..."
Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady. Keep on singing, Michael.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away..."
The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr. Keep on singing, Michael.

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..."
Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Keep on singing, Michael.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."
Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows. Funeral plans are scrapped. The next, day - the very next day - the little girl is well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "the miracle of a brother's song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love.

A few weeks later, Michael's little sister was baptized at the Panther Creek Church. If you were planning that service, what song would you select? Who would you have sing it? Would you ask the congregation to sing along?

I talked to Tennessee Pastor G. Steve Sallee, who first shared the story with Leonard Sweet, who published an abbreviated version of it in Homiletics. Pastor Sallee said that when Sweet told the story at the Lake Junaluska conference center, a woman jumped up from the congregation, ran to the podium, and interrupted the sermon. "It's true," the woman cried out. "And those were my grandchildren. And I want to praise God for the miracle of love." The shekinah (the presence of God in the world) of heaven fell. The order of service was destroyed. The whole congregation was hugging, weeping, and praising God as they sang together "You Are My Sunshine."

The Holy Spirit turned that old love song from the Charleston flappers era into a hymn of praise too deep for words.

In this sad world, people all around us lie dying from depression, from criticism, from failure, from sin. If you have a song, won't you please sing it.

In your community there are people who are in despair, people who just can't find the wherewithal to try again. If you have a song won't you please sing it?

In your church, in your family, there are people for whom hope is as dim as a flashlight left on all night. Don't you know someone who hasn't been serenaded with a love song in 20 years? If all you have is an old love song from the '20s, if that's all in the world you have, won't you please sing it?

The Bible says, "The tongue has the power of life and death" (Proverbs 18:21,NIV). So, if you have a song, won't you sing it? The Bible says, "The tongue of the just is as choice silver" (Proverbs 10:20). So if you have a song, won't you please sing, it? "But I don't have much of a voice," you say. Well, I don't mean that you have to literally, blurt out an old love song like "You Are My Sunshine" or "Love Me Tender." Your God-given song may be a yard mowed, showing up at the nursing home with a bunch of wildflowers, baking a batch of brownies, or sending a check so a college student can come home for Christmas. Your best tune, the best life-giving music you will ever make, may sound like a long overdue apology, a generous helping of forgiveness, a $100 bill given to a stranger, volunteer work at the Salvation Army, or a Christmas card to one who was sure you had forgotten him or her long ago.

If you have a song, won't you please sing it? If all you can do is hum, whistle, or belt out an, old love song from the flappers generation, maybe, just maybe, God can transform it into a hymn clothed in the shekinah of His love.

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