Prayer is the central theme of one story we’re doing for the Christmas Special here at FOX called, Miracles: Fact, Fiction or Faith. Down in Florida, cardiologist Dr. Chauncey Crandall supposedly brought a man, who had died of a massive heart attack in the emergency room, back to life by prayer. The story seemed amazing to me because I first heard mention of the story after Dr. Crandall, an evangelical Christian, gave a presentation to a group of doctors (also Christians) explaining what had happened. He used medical records and charts to prove his claims.
After interviewing Dr. Crandall, the patient and the patient’s family, I found it very hard not to believe something miraculous happened in that ER. We’re told that after 30 or 40 minutes of electric paddles and other methods of trying to resuscitate the patient, the hospital called Dr. Crandall down to the Emergency Room to give a final say of whether to give up efforts. Crandall arrived to find the patient not breathing and unresponsive to the electric volts. His extremities were black, indicating no blood was flowing through his body. Dr. Crandall said, "OK, let’s call it," which means to tell the morgue to get ready for another guest.
As Dr. Crandall left the room he said he heard God’s voice telling him to go back and pray for that man. He did. He prayed "in the name of Jesus…" He told the staff to give one more shot of the paddles. They did. Immediately, the man’s heart began to beat. His hands began to move, and he once again began to breath.
You’ll hear more details during the Christmas Special, and they are compelling. But did prayer bring that man back? Or was it simply something that has an unknown, medical explanation?
Lauren Green serves as a religion correspondent for the FOX News Channel. Prior to this, Green served as a news anchor for “Fox and Friends,” where she provided daily news updates and covered arts for the network.
This is something that I found interesting and have copied and pasted for your thoughts.
For skeptics its a medically documented case.
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A wealthy business man and his wife are looking through a marriage-help book when his husband turns to his wife. ”It says here that the most important thing in a marriage is honesty. So let’s come to grips here. Honey… have you ever cheated on me? I’ve never cheated on you.”
He saw the twisted look on his wife’s face, and trying to supress his anger, he asked: ”How many times? And when?”
The wife responded, ”Well… you know that time when your company was broke, and you couldn’t get the landlord to let his pay slide for another month?”
The husband stared. ”You mean you’re the one who got him to?”
His wife knodded. The husband thought it over, then sighed. ”I guess that’s okay. Any other times?”
”Well… when you had that heart attack, and the doctor refused to give a heart transplant for the ammount of money we had at the time… I kinda…”
”Ah, you’re the one who made it possible.”
The husband looked honestly relieved. ”Well, that’s understandable, you saved my life. Any others?”
She nodded. ”One more.”
The husband leaned forward. ”Well… you remember the time when you were running for president of your company, and you were short by 17 votes…?”
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I’ve been working it through in my head for years now… I’m a reasonable person, I don’t believe in any religion or after life. I quite like the idea of being accountable for my own life.
I always feel incomplete. It occurs to me that anything I do gives me momentary satisfaction and nothing fulfilling. I’ve turned to art but its a lonely occupation and as soon as I’ve made a project it loses me. The magic is gone instantly and I search again.
I’ve never met a woman who I found really got me, or who made me feel like I wanted to have anything more from. People to me are simple. They don’t surprise me or leap out. What’s more I just see a society that is geared entirely around money…
My Dad passed from a heart attack about five years ago and ever since then every morning I wake up and I try to find a way to make the day memorable but… I’m just ash. I walk, I talk but I just want peace.
I see trees and rocks and leaves which according to my beliefs is what I’ll become, just a part of everything else. I just feel unendingly empty…
I feel like I’m avoiding women so that I don’t waste my time here. I feel like I’m making art to get whatever it was that was in my mind out there and have some sense of lasting feeling of achievement. I’m in my twenties and I feel like I’m going to die soon.
I wake up and I think, when.
Is the whole point of life to get whatever you want to do out of your system so you’re just ready to die?
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Fingers snap, crowds clap, body jack, heart attack, lips lock, knees knock, half shirt, short skirt, glitter cheek, night’s peak, last chance romance, her glasses catch the neon in a never-ending second glance
I googled it a bunch of times and looks like people know the lyrics to it but dont know what song they heard it from. I’m just looking for the artist and song name
Found the song and artist after some long searching heres a link to the discography. http://www.discogs.com/release/708557
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My wife is indifferent to me these days. We’re intimate twice a year if I’m lucky. I once called her to tell her I was on my way to get an emergency EKG because they thought I’d had a heart attack and she asked me to call her when it was done and let me know how it went. She tells me she loves me, but I just don’t see it. Am I blind? Am I stupid?
Other women like me and act as if I am interesting and worthwhile. I know I’m not terribly good looking (think Elmer Fudd), but for whatever reason, I have a number of offers should I decide to leave her.
What do I do? I want my wife and my life back.
-Bart
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