Resurrection Bus

(An Inspirational Story from Tracy Evans & Kris Vallotton, 2013)

The story I am about to tell you, neither I nor the other eyewitnesses had any confusion about what we had seen. A dead woman came to life again before our eyes. Frankly, it was one of the scariest things I have ever seen.

I was driving back from South Africa to our clinic in Mozambique (I am a nurse/missionary—ministering to babies/families). About an hour before I reached the Mozambican border, a minibus ahead of me suddenly had a tire blowout. The wheel tore apart from the rim, and I watched with sickening horror as the bus, which had been traveling at 100 kilometers per hour, swerved off the road and flipped over again and again.

The bus continued to spin, and I caught glimpses of people being tossed around inside like rag dolls. What felt like an hour of horror actually took only a few seconds.

Right away, we went to work assessing the damage. The scene was gruesome. We counted eighteen victims, a few of whom were still trapped inside the overturned bus and some were even pinned underneath it.

My first priority was the two women I had seen go air-borne through the windshield. I was shocked to see that the bundles in their arms were babies, and even more shocked that the infants were both still alive and unharmed.

After landing on their heads, the women were flipped onto their backs and sprawled out on the rocks. Somehow one was still alive, but just barely. The other had not survived. Her neck was clearly broken, and her head had twisted almost completely around so that her face was lying on the ground in a large pool of blood. Her temporal skull was indented, her right eye had popped out of its socket hanging by the optic nerve, she had no pulse or respiration—she was dead. I covered her head with a shirt lying nearby.

“Everyone, listen!” I yelled. “Start praying for these people. I want you to pray out loud over and over again, ‘God heal and preserve life here today, in Jesus name.’ Every time I look at you, I want to see your lips moving!”

While tending to a victim twenty or thirty feet from the dead woman, I heard an Afrikaans lady yell to me, “Sister, come back over here and help this lady!”

“She’s already dead,” I yelled back. But she insisted, “Come, she’s breathing again!”

What I saw was nothing less than terrifying. With the shirt still covering her head, the dead woman first sat up, and then rotated her head around to face forward again.

We all began to scream. A few of the helpers took off running, and I heard their cars peeling-out a few seconds later. I was scared witless, yet removed the blooded shirt from her head and jumped back. Though her face was still covered with blood, her eye was miraculously back in its socket and her head was no long misshapen. She coughed up some blood, sat it out, and then began to look around and call out for her baby. She was alive!

As I drove away, I marveled at what I had witnessed—I marvel to this day. I have prayed for many dead to rise to life, and to date it has not happened. The one time I did not pray, a dead woman came back to life.

I was in a medical mode, not supernatural mode that day. Yet, the Lord had mercy on us all and surpassed our wildest expectations, as He so brilliantly does. What a mighty God we serve! (Taken from the book, Outrageous Courage, by Chosen Books)

WWJWMTD

Dr. Steven J. Wentland www.wwjwmtd.com

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