Seeing Jesus
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Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
It was a nice summer day. A mother and her two children, Marilyn and Gerry, were in the family car heading home after doing the weekly shopping. Everything was very routine. They had made the trip a thousand times. Then it happened. A car driven by a teenage boy didn't stop for a stop sign. The car with the mother and the children had the right of way. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The car that went through the stop sign couldn't have stopped. The police later estimated that the car was traveling at excess of ninety miles per hour. The impact was almost unimaginable. The children went through the roof of the car (this was in the days before seatbelts). The mother was near death, with many internal injuries and a broken neck, and in a coma.
A funeral was held for the children. The father didn't know how he would tell his wife that their children had been killed when she regained consciousness, if in fact she ever did.
It was about two weeks later that she came out of the coma. Now it was time to tell her that the children were gone. Her husband tried to tell her, but before he could get the words out she said, "I know Marilyn and Gerry are gone, but it's okay. I saw them here in my room. They were sitting on my bed and Jesus was with them. He was holding them. I know they will be all right."
In time the mother recovered from her injuries. Although she did have some neck problems later in life, it was nothing that kept her from doing what she wanted to do. The couple later took in foster children, some short-term and some long-term.
This accident occurred in 1948 or 1949. The couple were my wife Helen's foster parents. She was placed in their care at the age of thirteen and lived with them until she went to college.
Paul Tulppo
Back in 1946, when I was eight years old, I was returning from a day in the woods on the far west side of Detroit with my friend Jim, who was my age, and his brother Anthony, who was two years older. As we headed toward home, the brothers suggested that we stop at their church, so they could show me, a non-Catholic, how they blessed themselves with holy water when they entered the church.
I followed them into their church, we all put our fingers into the holy water, and they crossed themselves. Then we knelt in the very last pew. When we looked up, we saw the Lord Jesus Christ standing on the altar, about 25 feet away. His arms were outstretched and there was a beautiful glow completely surrounding him. The three of us were in complete awe. We jumped to our feet and ran out of the church, and we didn't stop running until we reached home and told our mothers what we had seen.
I remember that vision as though it happened five minutes ago.
The car that went through the stop sign couldn't have stopped. The police later estimated that the car was traveling at excess of ninety miles per hour. The impact was almost unimaginable. The children went through the roof of the car (this was in the days before seatbelts). The mother was near death, with many internal injuries and a broken neck, and in a coma.
A funeral was held for the children. The father didn't know how he would tell his wife that their children had been killed when she regained consciousness, if in fact she ever did.
It was about two weeks later that she came out of the coma. Now it was time to tell her that the children were gone. Her husband tried to tell her, but before he could get the words out she said, "I know Marilyn and Gerry are gone, but it's okay. I saw them here in my room. They were sitting on my bed and Jesus was with them. He was holding them. I know they will be all right."
In time the mother recovered from her injuries. Although she did have some neck problems later in life, it was nothing that kept her from doing what she wanted to do. The couple later took in foster children, some short-term and some long-term.
This accident occurred in 1948 or 1949. The couple were my wife Helen's foster parents. She was placed in their care at the age of thirteen and lived with them until she went to college.
Paul Tulppo
Back in 1946, when I was eight years old, I was returning from a day in the woods on the far west side of Detroit with my friend Jim, who was my age, and his brother Anthony, who was two years older. As we headed toward home, the brothers suggested that we stop at their church, so they could show me, a non-Catholic, how they blessed themselves with holy water when they entered the church.
I followed them into their church, we all put our fingers into the holy water, and they crossed themselves. Then we knelt in the very last pew. When we looked up, we saw the Lord Jesus Christ standing on the altar, about 25 feet away. His arms were outstretched and there was a beautiful glow completely surrounding him. The three of us were in complete awe. We jumped to our feet and ran out of the church, and we didn't stop running until we reached home and told our mothers what we had seen.
I remember that vision as though it happened five minutes ago.
