Chapter 3: Awakening
A good friend I had known for several years —
let's call him Ed — called in December 2000 and asked if
I wanted to go to lunch. When I saw him at the restaurant, he
looked the same as always. He never seemed to age, in spite of
having a stressful career he didn't really like.
As we walked to the table, I noticed he was wearing two beepers.
"You're so important you need two pagers?" I asked, teasing him as I usually did.
That's when he dropped the bombshell. He looked at me calmly and said, "I need a heart transplant. The second pager is for the hospital to reach me quickly if a donor heart becomes available."
I was shocked, but he seemed completely calm. I had never been in a situation like that, so I didn't know what to say. All I could come up with was, "Are you sure?" That was a dumb question. If someone has a beeper from a hospital because he's on a transplant list, he's probably sure.
"The doctors say I'll probably die if I don't get a new heart soon."
I left that day thinking I would pray for my friend. We didn't talk often as a rule and that didn't change after our lunch. He had always had a busy schedule. Even though he was told to slow down and followed that advice to the extent he could, he still had to make a living for his family.
A few months after my lunch with Ed, a friend asked me if was dating anyone. When I told him I wasn't, he said, "Great, I have the perfect girl for you."
I was skeptical, because blind dates had never really worked for me. But he gave me her number and I called her anyway. After talking on the phone a few times, we met and started dating.
I was at her home in April and was a little depressed. I had just talked to Ed and found out he still hadn't had a heart transplant. My girlfriend asked me what was wrong and I told her Ed's story. We talked about it for a while and I said a silent prayer. She did the same.
About five minutes later she asked me if I wanted
to try to help Ed.
"Sure," I said, having no idea what she meant.
She didn't even know him, so I wasn't sure how she thought she could help. I soon found out.
She asked me to hold her hands as we faced each other with our eyes closed. Then, she described what she saw.
"This guy must have a lot of people praying
for him, because I feel the energy of thousands of prayers around
him and there are angels here too."
I thought, "Ed probably does have a lot of people praying for him. He goes to church, so he's probably on a prayer list or two."
As my mind raced with thoughts like this, she interrupted me by saying, "I can see the chambers of his heart."
I didn't understand what she meant by "see," given that her eyes were closed. It wouldn't have made any difference had they been open anyway, since Ed wasn't in the room. Even if he had, how could she see into his heart? My mind went crazy with these thoughts and my immediate reaction was to run out of the house. But I decided to hang in there.
She continued by saying, "I see one of the heart chambers filling with light."
I was both freaked out and amazed as she described how the chambers filled one by one with a warm glow. In all, the experience took about 20 minutes. To say that I didn't know what to make of it would be an understatement. But I figured if praying to God caused the experience, it couldn't be bad.
I didn't tell anyone about what happened, not
even Ed. In fact, I didn't even speak to him until June, when
I was in the office of a mutual friend.
"Did you hear about Ed?" my friend asked.
A cold chill went through me as I braced for the worst.
"No," I said.
"He's doing great!"
"So he had the transplant?"
"No, he didn't need it."
I had to sit down. Then, I said, "I need to borrow your phone. I have to call Ed."
When I reached him, I said, "Hey man, what's going on?"
He started talking about work and other mundane stuff. I stopped him and said, "Never mind that. What about your heart?"
"Oh, I'm fine. The doctors sure are baffled though. They don't know what to make of it. They've tested my heart several times in the last few months and say it's perfect."
Obviously, I was ecstatic and so was my girlfriend. The day finally came months later when I got the nerve to tell Ed about the healing session. Interestingly, his reaction didn't center on his life-saving miracle; he was focused on the fact that someone he didn't know had cared enough to pray for him. I found it fascinating that he was more touched by someone praying for him than by the fact that he had a healing of that magnitude. Even though I explained that if his heart could heal, anything could change, I never got the feeling he believed me.
Over the years since the healing, not much has changed in Ed's life. He's still not that happy with his career. And in spite of having powerful evidence to the contrary, he doesn't think things can change. I would have thought this incredible experience would have been the springboard to understanding that anything is possible. It certainly taught me that lesson.
I also learned something from what happened to Ed next. He recently told me that he just had heart surgery. The operation wasn't as serious as a transplant but it meant that his heart had gone downhill a little in the years since the healing.
"The doctors were baffled at how this could have happened," he said.
Funny, that's what they said about his miraculous healing, too.
I remember my girlfriend telling me on the night she saw his heart chambers fill with light that she felt the experience was as much for me as it was for Ed. In light of what I learned, I think it was actually more for me than it was for him. I learned the essential lesson that each of us must choose what we want and be willing participants in the results.
Ed didn't consciously choose his healing, so it didn't completely "stick." He also didn't understand the underlying message of such a miracle — that healing is available to anyone who wants it — and how that principle could apply to other circumstances in his life. I believe this is keeping him from experiencing radiant health and a job he loves. Thankfully, if he accepts in the future that these outcomes are available, the door would still be wide open to manifesting them.