By Miao Ling, China
One afternoon, after my 2-month-old son fell into sleep, I opened the Bible to Psalm 127, and sang it softly, “Except Jehovah build the house, they labor in vain that build it: except Jehovah keep the city, the watchman wakes but in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so He gives His beloved sleep.”
After quite a while, my baby was still sleeping deeply. I thought this was strange, so I shook him lightly, but he didn’t open his eyes. I had a bad feeling about this. As I looked at him carefully, I found that his face had turned blue, his breathing was rapid and shallow, his eyes rolled upward, and he looked to be in a lot of pain. This really scared me and I hurriedly put on my coat and rushed my boy to a nearby clinic to see a doctor. After an examination, the doctor said, “He’s got acute pneumonia, but we can’t treat so little children. Go to a large hospital quickly. It can’t wait. …” I was so afraid when hearing this. Looking at my son hardly breathing in my arms, I panicked for a moment and couldn’t help but burst into tears with anxiety. My husband was still at his post; how would I take my little baby to the hospital alone? I could only constantly call on the Lord Jesus in my heart, “O Lord! What should I do? Please guide me. I’m willing to entrust my child to You. …” After praying, I remembered what I sang at home, “Except Jehovah keep the city, the watchman wakes but in vain.” These words calmed me down. I thought: “Right! The Lord is almighty and He will care for and protect me and allow me to go through difficulties. Next, I must remain sober and pray to the Lord all the time. Only thus can I stand firm in this situation.”
Then I hurriedly took my son to the hospital. When I just got out of the clinic, my husband rushed there, his face bathed in sweat. I felt surprised and asked him, “Why are you coming back?” Seeing that my eyes were red and swollen and that our baby was barely alive in my arms, he was nervous and said, “I got off early. A neighbor said that you brought our son to the clinic. What’s going on?” After I told him the entire process, he anxiously said, “Wait here! I’ll go find a cab!” Seeing that my husband, who should be at work at that time, suddenly appeared before my eyes, I deeply felt the Lord’s care toward me. He knew my weaknesses and my needs and He specially arranged for my husband to get off work in advance. I was really thankful to the Lord!
After we arrived at the city hospital, we rushed to the pediatrics department. However, seeing my son’s serious condition, the head doctor there was unwilling to take him, and said to the doctor on duty, “The child’s condition is too serious. They’re too late. There’s nothing we can do for him….” All of the doctors looked at us helplessly.
I had thought that my baby would be saved in the hospital, but never did I imagine things would turn out like this! I went limp and fell down on the floor, sobbing in silence. In my anxiety and helplessness, I knelt on the floor with my son in my arms, calling out aloud: “O Lord! Lord! Please save my child! …” Just as I was crying, the doctor agreed to admit my son to hospital and then, he injected my son with a cardiotonic needle and asked a nurse to give an intravenous injection and a supply of oxygen to my child. At that moment, I knew that was the Lord’s mercy toward me—the Lord moved the doctor so that he admitted my son. I felt a bit steadier and was full of gratitude for the Lord.
When the nurse took us to a ward and showed us the bed prepared for my baby, I was frightened by the sight in front of my eyes. Just on that bed, the child lying there had been dead and his family members were beside him sobbing out loud. That scene made my mind suddenly go blank. I was seized with terror and held my boy tightly, afraid that he could leave me at any time, and I constantly called on the Lord in the heart, “Lord! May You be with me. Please give me courage and faith.” After praying, my heart felt much calmer and steadier.
In the days that followed, my husband and I held our son by turns. When he held our baby, I would kneel on the floor and call on and pray to the Lord. We stayed with our child day and night for three days, and I continually prayed to the Lord all that time. Afterward, the doctor said to us helplessly, “There’s no hope for him. You’d better prepare yourselves for this.” Hearing his words, I lost all hope and completely fell apart, just feeling like the world was spinning. The feelings of desperation, helplessness and panic overflowed my heart, but that was also when I thought of the Lord’s words, “A bruised reed shall He not break, and smoking flax shall He not quench, till He send forth judgment to victory” (Matthew 12:20). Yes indeed, the Lord is full of love and grace; He healed the sick, made the blind see and made the lame walk. The Lord is righteous; my son’s life was in His hands and He would arrange and handle everything well. The Lord’s words comforted me, and I believed that there was His good intention in this matter and I was willing to wait and obey.
At that time, the doctors were about to get off work. The attending doctor made a final examination and after that, he informed us that it was hopeless to cure his illness, and told us that we should leave before eight the next morning. At that moment, fear and hopelessness struck me again. I looked at my unconscious baby and the oxygen cylinder bubbling. All I could do was pray to the Lord again, and I then thought of His words, “I am the resurrection, and the life…. Believe you this?” (John 11:25–26). “Said I not to you, that, if you would believe, you should see the glory of God?” (John 11:40). The Lord’s words gave me faith and power, and I understood that life comes from God and that man’s life and death is held in God’s hands. The Lord Jesus resurrected Lazarus, who had been dead for four days—isn’t that because of the Lord’s great power? The Lord controlled my son’s illness and life; as long as I prayed to and depended on the Lord and had faith in Him, I would see His wondrous deeds, because His authority and power are extraordinary. At that moment, I felt that the Lord was by my side, I saw a glimmer of hope in utter despair and felt great comfort in my grieving heart. It was the Lord who wept my tears and gave me faith and power.
The next morning at 8 am, the doctor showed up on time. He felt my child but there was no reaction, and he then patted him twice in the stomach in a measured way. Unexpectedly, my son burst out crying and his voice sounded normal. The doctor said in surprise, “The baby’s so lucky. He has been unconscious for over three days but he finally comes through. It’s really a marvel!” I picked up my son excitedly and said in tears, “It’s the Lord’s great power that has saved my child! Thanks to His great power!” The other patients’ families in the ward all gathered around in amazement to see my boy, one of which said, “The Lord you believe in is really wondrous.” I replied, “Indeed! The Lord has authority and power and He is the God who created the heavens and earth and all things. Mankind is created by Him and man’s life is also ruled by Him. I see His great power and authority with my own eyes today!” Presently, that person accepted the gospel of the Lord right there, and my husband also started to believe in the Lord since then.
This experience that I will never forget increased my faith in the Lord and my reverence for Him. As Christians, we must magnify God, and the first path to practice in our difficulties should be looking up to and depending on God. No matter how skilled doctors are, they cannot do anything when facing serious conditions. They cannot save man’s life because only the Lord has man’s lives and deaths in His hands. I thanked the Lord for saving my son from the brink of death, and allowing me to experience His authority and power. The Lord is so wondrous and almighty! Since then, we always take our child to attend meetings and bear witness to the Lord. It was the Lord who gave my son a second life. May all the glory belong to the Savior Jesus!