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Mysterious Ways

Mysterious Ways February/March 2019

A brand-new magazine filled with true stories of extraordinary moments and everyday miracles that reveal a hidden spiritual force at work in our lives. These fascinating stories will entertain you and remind you that there is something more, something greater in our lives.

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6 Issues


1 min.
editor’s note

A few years ago, my sister Kristin and I were on the train, throwing around ideas for a “sisters trip.” We were in desperate need of a vacation, Kristin especially. She was going through a tough breakup. I’d been praying for her a lot. “How about Ireland?” Kristin said. I was a little shocked—Kristin doesn’t vacation anywhere that’s below 80 degrees. We laughed at the craziness of her suggestion. But then the strangest thing happened. I began seeing Ireland every where. A poster of Ireland on a beach boardwalk. A calendar at a doctor’s office. I was even assigned a story about a woman whose plane crashes off the Irish coast. One day, Kristin texted me a photo of a newspaper headline she saw on her commute: “Fall for the Warmth…

1 min.
his humorous ways

“I want a tent! I want a tent!” My 8-year-old daughter Erin had been chanting variations on the same theme for weeks. Clearly, she wanted a tent. It started with a sleepover. Erin’s bedroom was so small that my husband and I pitched our camping tent on the back deck to give Erin and her friends enough space. It was a huge hit. Since then, Erin hadn’t let go of her wish for a tent. “We should get her a tent for Christmas,” my husband said. But Christmas was still weeks away. Erin would just have to wait. Days later, I looked outside and almost fell over. There in our front yard was a fully set-up tent. Was I imagining things? “My tent!” Erin squealed. “It’s here!” “Erin, that’s not yours,” I said. “We need to…

2 min.
wonderful world

Kerrobert, Saskatchewan, Canada Following their June 2016 wedding, James and Heather Simonson traveled to the Canadian Maritimes. Toward the end of the trip, on Prince Edward Island, the couple stopped to replace their camera’s memory card with a new one. In the process, they lost the old one. “We do believe in the power of prayer, so we were praying that we’d be able to find it or somehow it would get returned to us,” Heather told CBC. Weeks later, Lucie Mallet and her boyfriend were walking through the parking lot of a P.E.I. tourist spot and found a memory card on the ground. Lucie popped it into her computer at home and found photos of a happy couple. She posted one of them on Facebook, hoping to find its owners. No…

1 min.
meet cute

The 2004 Olympic Games in Athens, Greece. Matt Emmons, an American rifle shooter and Olympic gold medalist, was on his way to winning a gold in the 50-meter three-positions final. Until he blew his shot. Literally. In a comfortable lead, he took a deep breath, lined up his last shot, pulled the trigger and—BOOM! Matt hit the target, all right: his competitor’s in the neighboring lane. It was an unthinkable mistake, the kind that earned the shooter a zero, not to mention endless ridicule. Matt was knocked out of medal consideration. Later, out commiserating with friends, Matt felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and found himself face-to-face with Czech Olympic sport shooter Katerina Kurkova. Matt knew of Katy, though they’d never actually met. She told him how impressed she was with…

2 min.
mysterious moments

Christopher Owan It was a beautiful Sunday in Glenrothes, Scotland, where I’d traveled for business. But I was feeling blue. If I were home with my family in Arizona, I would’ve been at church singing hymns. Instead, I was all alone. Desperate for distraction, I got in my rental car and went for a drive, no destination in mind. A few hours later, I ended up in the Scottish Highlands. I rolled down my car window to enjoy the crisp breeze. That’s when I heard something. Music. I pulled over and stepped out of the car to investigate. In the valley below stood a bagpipe player in full kilt. He was playing a song. I recognized it at once: “Amazing Grace”! Another hymn came after that. Then another. I watched the…

5 min.
staircase from heaven

The phone rang just as I was getting my five-year-old son ready for school. It was Mom. I could tell she’d been crying. “Kathy,” she said. “It’s your dad.” It was the call I’d been expecting. The call I’d been dreading. Dad was homeless. A veteran and an alcoholic who could never seem to land on his feet. My parents divorced when I was little. Dad lived in Anchorage, Alaska, same as me. Though I longed for a relationship with him, we rarely saw each other. How could we? He’d been in and out of shelters since I was a kid. “I’m so sorry, Kathy,” Mom said. “He’s gone.” He’d been found unconscious on the street after a heart attack. Up till then, a small part of me had been hopeful. Maybe Dad would…