Then A Voice Came
Stories
Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
Then a voice came from heaven, "I have glorified [my name], and I will glorify it again." The crowd standing there heard it and said that it was thunder. Others said, "An angel has spoken to him." Jesus answered, "This voice has come for your sake, not for mine." (vv. 28b-30)
Jim and I were married on September 8, 1979. We chose to be married in the Lutheran church where my deceased husband and I had been members. After we were married, Jim continued to attend services at the Catholic church where he was an active member, participating in the choirs as well as reading scriptures during the mass.
After several months, I chose to meet with a priest and began the process of studying in preparation to become a member of the Catholic church, so that we could worship together as a family. I have two daughters from my first marriage. At the time Jim and I married, my girls, Kimberly and Kristine, were ages six and four, respectively.
We attended mass every Sunday, enrolled our girls in Catholic school, and became a very happy family. We enjoyed attending church and school activities. Both of us sang in the choirs and taught religion on Wednesday evenings to children from our parish who attended public schools. Jim and I were re-married in the Catholic church in 1980, and I received the sacraments as required. I felt very good about having become a Catholic, although I never understood anything about church dogma and just couldn't accept the need of confession to a priest.
In 1986, Jim began attending private home Bible study. The study group consisted of people from different denominations: Catholic, Lutheran, Baptist, Methodist, and Assembly of God, all from local churches. After just a few weeks, Jim was acting very differently. He began talking about Jesus in an intimate way, as if he and Jesus were close friends. He said things that I couldn't quite grasp, insisting that he had been born again and that Christ was alive within him. He was so excited, about the Lord and reading the Bible every spare second, that he was driving me crazy.
Jim began attending church on Sunday mornings and Sunday and Wednesday evenings at the Assembly of God church, always carrying his Bible with him and being excited about what the minister was teaching. He wanted me to go to the Assembly of God church with him, and he said all the people were praying for me. Jim said that I had to be born again. He was always reading his Bible and constantly "preaching" to me. I was still a very active member of the Catholic church, and frankly, I was not interested in going to a church where people would raise their hands in church and babble. I felt confused, angry, and determined not to go with him.
Jim became more and more involved with his new church. At Christmas they presented a musical drama, "The Gospel According to Scrooge," and Jim was in the play. On Saturday night he pleaded with me to go with him to see this production. I got very angry and said, "No!" After he left for the church, I mixed a batch of cookies to bake for the girls. I put the tray of cookies in the oven and started thinking about Jim. Then the timer went off, indicating that the cookies were done. I opened the oven door, and without any hot pads, I reached into the oven and lifted the hot tray of cookies with my bare hands. Needless to say, they were severely burned. As I ran cold water over the burns, a voice spoke to me as clearly as if someone was standing next to me, "Loxley, you belong in church with your husband." The Lord was speaking to me ... and my hands immediately stopped hurting!
When Jim came home, I showed him my hands. There were raised red welts, like blisters, on both of them. I told Jim my hands did not hurt, and that the Lord had spoken to me as clearly as I was speaking to him.
Sunday morning, when I awoke, there was no trace whatsoever of any burn marks on my hands. If Jim had not been a witness to this event, I would have thought I had dreamt it. That evening, I went to the play at church and felt closer to God than at any other time in my life. Following this, I began to attend church and Bible study with Jim on a regular basis. I was baptized and now have a very personal relationship with God.
Jim and I were married on September 8, 1979. We chose to be married in the Lutheran church where my deceased husband and I had been members. After we were married, Jim continued to attend services at the Catholic church where he was an active member, participating in the choirs as well as reading scriptures during the mass.
After several months, I chose to meet with a priest and began the process of studying in preparation to become a member of the Catholic church, so that we could worship together as a family. I have two daughters from my first marriage. At the time Jim and I married, my girls, Kimberly and Kristine, were ages six and four, respectively.
We attended mass every Sunday, enrolled our girls in Catholic school, and became a very happy family. We enjoyed attending church and school activities. Both of us sang in the choirs and taught religion on Wednesday evenings to children from our parish who attended public schools. Jim and I were re-married in the Catholic church in 1980, and I received the sacraments as required. I felt very good about having become a Catholic, although I never understood anything about church dogma and just couldn't accept the need of confession to a priest.
In 1986, Jim began attending private home Bible study. The study group consisted of people from different denominations: Catholic, Lutheran, Baptist, Methodist, and Assembly of God, all from local churches. After just a few weeks, Jim was acting very differently. He began talking about Jesus in an intimate way, as if he and Jesus were close friends. He said things that I couldn't quite grasp, insisting that he had been born again and that Christ was alive within him. He was so excited, about the Lord and reading the Bible every spare second, that he was driving me crazy.
Jim began attending church on Sunday mornings and Sunday and Wednesday evenings at the Assembly of God church, always carrying his Bible with him and being excited about what the minister was teaching. He wanted me to go to the Assembly of God church with him, and he said all the people were praying for me. Jim said that I had to be born again. He was always reading his Bible and constantly "preaching" to me. I was still a very active member of the Catholic church, and frankly, I was not interested in going to a church where people would raise their hands in church and babble. I felt confused, angry, and determined not to go with him.
Jim became more and more involved with his new church. At Christmas they presented a musical drama, "The Gospel According to Scrooge," and Jim was in the play. On Saturday night he pleaded with me to go with him to see this production. I got very angry and said, "No!" After he left for the church, I mixed a batch of cookies to bake for the girls. I put the tray of cookies in the oven and started thinking about Jim. Then the timer went off, indicating that the cookies were done. I opened the oven door, and without any hot pads, I reached into the oven and lifted the hot tray of cookies with my bare hands. Needless to say, they were severely burned. As I ran cold water over the burns, a voice spoke to me as clearly as if someone was standing next to me, "Loxley, you belong in church with your husband." The Lord was speaking to me ... and my hands immediately stopped hurting!
When Jim came home, I showed him my hands. There were raised red welts, like blisters, on both of them. I told Jim my hands did not hurt, and that the Lord had spoken to me as clearly as I was speaking to him.
Sunday morning, when I awoke, there was no trace whatsoever of any burn marks on my hands. If Jim had not been a witness to this event, I would have thought I had dreamt it. That evening, I went to the play at church and felt closer to God than at any other time in my life. Following this, I began to attend church and Bible study with Jim on a regular basis. I was baptized and now have a very personal relationship with God.
