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Mysterious WaysMysterious Ways

Mysterious Ways April/May 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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United States
Language:
English
Publisher:
Guideposts
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editor’s note

I’ve been at Mysterious Ways for more than five years. In that time, I’ve written about every miraculous topic under the sun: dreams, visions, soul mates, near-death experiences—you name it. One thing sticks out. Something I’ve heard from hospital chaplains, hospice workers and NDE survivors: Death is not something to be feared. It wasn’t until my grandmother passed away this past January that I saw the truth in that. My grandmother—Nene, as I called her—lived a life full of faith and spunk. She was born in Turkey to parents who’d survived the Armenian/Assyrian Genocide, and she spoke Aramaic, Arabic and Turkish. I speak only English. Somehow we communicated just fine. At 98, Nene’s health declined. But she was still cracking jokes about how I was going to marry a kasho, a pastor.…

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his humorous ways

I sighed, trying—and failing—to hide my frustration as my sister Rebekkah chatted with our server, Staci Marie. Rebekkah and I had met up to share a slice of cheesecake…that is, if we ever got around to ordering it. Whenever Rebekkah met someone new—servers, cashiers, doctors—she had to find out their whole life story. “Now how do you spell your name?” Rebekkah asked. “It’s Staci with an I,” the server said. “And Marie’s a family name.” Finally we ordered the pumpkin cheesecake. It was well worth the wait. Once home, though, I realized my wallet was missing. I rushed back to the restaurant. No Staci Marie. I flagged down a server. “Did you find a wallet?” I said. “I’ll ask my manager,” he said, before disappearing behind the counter. “You don’t know if that’s actually her…

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wonderful world

Albion, Michigan Most of the time, getting hit in the back of the neck is a pain. But for college lacrosse player Drew Harm, it was a miracle. In 2016, just a few days into his sophomore lacrosse season at Albion College, Drew’s teammate took a shot that hit him in the neck. “I went down and felt a numbness throughout my body,” Drew told University of Michigan Health. “It was a scary feeling.” A CT scan revealed a benign mass on his brain—a rare, slow-growing tumor called diffuse astrocytoma. For most people, this type of tumor causes symptoms like loss of balance, headaches and seizures. Not for Drew. If it hadn’t been for his teammate with bad aim, Drew wouldn’t have even known the tumor was there. Thankfully, though, doctors were…

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why nadia came back

I am 74 years old. I have glimpsed the afterlife three times in my life. First at age seven. Then at 17. And again at 54. For many years, I’ve wondered why I was allowed to live. Read my story and then you decide: Why did I come back? Auvergne, France, 1952 I was at my grandparents’ estate outside Vichy. Their house was at the top of a hill, surrounded by wheat fields and stone walls dating back to the fourth century. My favorite pastime was picking wildflowers. I could wander for hours, lost in my own little world, the stalks so tall that they’d brush my shoulders. One summer day, I was collecting sweet pea blossoms for my grandmother. I scaled a small wall, touched down on the other side… and found…

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tale of tippy the war dog

Everyone who lived through World War II has a story to tell. My story is about my family’s farm dog Tippy. Maybe you’re wondering what a farm dog has to do with a world at war. All I can say is that Tippy was no ordinary dog. I grew up on a 113-acre mixed-crop farm in southeastern Texas, halfway between Houston and San Antonio. My dad, James, and my two older brothers, Harry and James Jr., grew peanuts, cotton, corn and tomatoes. I helped my mom, Effie, with her kitchen garden. Mom was a master gardener. She kept us fed year-round with potatoes, peas, sweet potatoes, turnips, radishes, lettuce and greens, plus a mouth-watering assortment of fruit. The Great Depression had hit our part of Texas hard. The war made life even more complicated.…

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the big question

In theory, anything is forgivable. We can make a decision to forgive and change how we treat the offender. But we might be unable to emotionally forgive, for fear of being hurt again. Forgiveness is important, but whether we reconcile and move forward with the relationship depends on both parties being trustworthy.Everett Worthington, PSYCHOLOGIST AND AUTHOR OF FORGIVING AND RECONCILINGWe have a right to justice, to the truth, and to not forgive someone for a dastardly task. But, spiritually speaking, we cannot be more stringent than God. If God says there are no sins that are not forgivable (except the denial of his Unity), then who are we to say there are unforgivable sins? In all religions, there is an emphasis on it being blessed to leave the solution in…

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