Heartbroken, in tears, he allowed the woman he loved to die. He brought others back, but he had to let his wife go. So painful. So much love and devotion, humanly, but even more so, spiritually!
I spent years devoted to the study of spirituality and religion. I read countless books and Spiritual texts. I listened to audios, music, lectures, YouTubes. Inside of faiths, outside of faiths, upside down… much like a Dr. Suess book.
Every second it was possible, I was investigating, praying, and meditating. No one ordained me. (Or rather, I guess someone did. I am a minister of the Universal Life Church. You too could be ordained in minutes… very useful for the weddings I officiated. But that is an aside.)
Somewhere along the line, I ran into an old set of cassette recordings about Smith Wigglesworth. I am no expert on the man, and I am only referencing memories, so don’t quote me. But the speakers left a dynamic impression of the miraculous.
Smith had died before the ministers stood on their podiums in the Evangelical churches, telling his stories. But they had known him. They had walked with him, spoken to him. I was so impressed. I ran to Kwami, “Do you know about Smith Wigglesworth?”
“Everyone knows about Smith Wigglesworth.” Kwami has a Master’s Degree in Transforming Spirituality from Seattle University.
I did not know. Smith Wigglesworth was recognized for performing miracles, Jesus’ miracles, God’s miracles, the miracles of the Bible. He brought people back to health. He raised them from the dead. This is something that happens for 20th Century gurus, but 20th Century Christians too? I was blown away.
(From John 14:12-14) “The person who trusts me will not only do what I am doing but even greater things…” Smith was a pastor. He brought people back from the dead. For real. One of the most touching stories was about his wife. He loved her clearly, dearly and completely. When he was away, she suffered an emergency. He rushed to her side, yet she died. Smith Wigglesworth brought her back to life. The story sent me into waves of empathetic tears.
Awakened from her passing, his wife told him that he had to let her go, that God had shared that it was her time to pass. And he did.
Heartbroken, in tears, he allowed the woman he loved to die. He brought others back, but he had to let his wife go. So painful. So much love and devotion, humanly, but even more so, spiritually!
Miraculous.
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