In the winter of 2007, a close friend of mine was felled by not one but two brain aneurysms. For weeks she lingered on life support, growing weaker each day. As her condition deteriorated, her children were called in to say their goodbyes, and her church prepared for a funeral. Then Linda suddenly snapped out of her coma. As she came to, she looked over at her husband and asked, "Where is everybody ...

When my then 13-year-old daughter Heather first complained of discomfort on her right side, I wasn't too concerned. But when, several days later, she was writhing and crying in pain, I knew something was terribly wrong. The doctor confirmed what I had suspected: appendicitis. He wrote it in bold, black letters across her chart.

"I'm sorry," he told her kindly, "but that appendix is going to have to ...

I first met Cathy some 20 years ago. She was recovering from a divorce and trying to set her life right with the Lord. Soon after we met, Cathy told me about her profoundly retarded son, Nicholas. He was in a nearby home, and she visited him every week.

When Nicholas was 8 or 9 years old, Cathy came to me and asked if the elders of our church would anoint and pray for Nicholas, in keeping with James ...

Lindsey O'Connor was in the midst of a two-month coma, brought on by complications from childbirth. Her family was told to expect brain damage and believed her death was only a matter of time.

Her husband Tim faced the possibility of a brain-damaged wife, and caring single-handedly for five children, including a newborn. Meanwhile, Lindsey lived in a shadowland of nightmares, awareness and utter frustration. ...

My responsibility is to pray, God's responsibility is to heal. If he chooses not to do so, then he's responsible for that.