Warnings
Stories
Shining Moments
Visions Of The Holy In Ordinary Lives
Vickie Eckoldt
My first experience with a vision was when I was fourteen years old. The telephone rang and as my mother was walking across the room to answer it, I had this vision of my great-aunt and knew she had passed away. Before my mother answered the phone, I told her her that her aunt had passed away. After listening to her conversation, I knew I was right. When she hung up the phone she turned to me and said, "How did you know that? She hasn't even been sick. What made you say that?" All I could say to her was that I just knew it.
On another occasion, while packing up the car for our trip to Tennessee, I had a vision of a multiple-car accident on the freeway. I then realized that if we left at this time our car could be involved in that accident. I was sure we would not return home if we left at this time. I told my husband and daughter of my vision and felt that we should wait until morning. Knowing of other visions I have had that were so accurate, they agreed we should wait. That night, on the 10:00 news, there was a story about a multiple-car accident, just as I had seen it.
Elaine Klemm Grau
My heart was heavy and tears came easily. It was three months after I had been dismissed from a pastoral assistant program at the local seminary. I knew that God had called me to this in a dream, and after two years and 27 credits, I was asked to leave. I was assured that I had not done anything wrong and I was crushed that I never really knew the reason for my dismissal from the program. I assumed that it was because I was in my mid-seventies, but they did not want to tell me this. Once again, I slipped into contemplative prayer to listen for his voice and to discern the path he wanted me to follow. Deep in prayer, I suddenly saw a white oval light, and in it was a beautiful child with golden brown curls and a child's face lovelier than any I had ever seen before! He had high cheekbones and a flawless bronze complexion. He was dressed in a plain white garment with a gold cross in the center. His lovely brown eyes were brimming with tears as he held his arms out to me. I do not know how long the vision lasted -- time seemed absent from the event. He then vanished in the shimmering light. I emerged from my prayer peaceful and serene, and knowing my direction.
That afternoon, I telephoned another seminary and inquired about their program. It was there I began a course in spiritual direction, and that is what I practice today. My love of God has deepened with each passing day and his image remains imbedded in my mind and heart.
My first experience with a vision was when I was fourteen years old. The telephone rang and as my mother was walking across the room to answer it, I had this vision of my great-aunt and knew she had passed away. Before my mother answered the phone, I told her her that her aunt had passed away. After listening to her conversation, I knew I was right. When she hung up the phone she turned to me and said, "How did you know that? She hasn't even been sick. What made you say that?" All I could say to her was that I just knew it.
On another occasion, while packing up the car for our trip to Tennessee, I had a vision of a multiple-car accident on the freeway. I then realized that if we left at this time our car could be involved in that accident. I was sure we would not return home if we left at this time. I told my husband and daughter of my vision and felt that we should wait until morning. Knowing of other visions I have had that were so accurate, they agreed we should wait. That night, on the 10:00 news, there was a story about a multiple-car accident, just as I had seen it.
Elaine Klemm Grau
My heart was heavy and tears came easily. It was three months after I had been dismissed from a pastoral assistant program at the local seminary. I knew that God had called me to this in a dream, and after two years and 27 credits, I was asked to leave. I was assured that I had not done anything wrong and I was crushed that I never really knew the reason for my dismissal from the program. I assumed that it was because I was in my mid-seventies, but they did not want to tell me this. Once again, I slipped into contemplative prayer to listen for his voice and to discern the path he wanted me to follow. Deep in prayer, I suddenly saw a white oval light, and in it was a beautiful child with golden brown curls and a child's face lovelier than any I had ever seen before! He had high cheekbones and a flawless bronze complexion. He was dressed in a plain white garment with a gold cross in the center. His lovely brown eyes were brimming with tears as he held his arms out to me. I do not know how long the vision lasted -- time seemed absent from the event. He then vanished in the shimmering light. I emerged from my prayer peaceful and serene, and knowing my direction.
That afternoon, I telephoned another seminary and inquired about their program. It was there I began a course in spiritual direction, and that is what I practice today. My love of God has deepened with each passing day and his image remains imbedded in my mind and heart.
