Here is a sharing that was sent to us. We thought it appropriate to publish it this week – Holy Week.
Dear readers, I want to share with you a story that I read about a Columbian orthodontist’s testimony of how Jesus spared her life because a total stranger and an extremely poor farmer, who could not even afford a decent meal for his own family, pleaded with God to save this doctor’s life.
On May 5, 1995 Dr Gloria Polo was struck by lightning along with her nephew, also a dentist. Her nephew died on the spot, but Dr Polo, who suffered severe burns, came back to life.
She recounts how her soul left her body and was shown hell and heaven. And most importantly she met Jesus, who showed the intercessory prayers people were offering for her after reading and listening to news of the lightning strike on the two doctors.
She said, of the thousands who prayed for her, Jesus pointed to the one who moved His Heart to spare Dr Polo’s life.
This miracle happened when a very poor, pious and humble farmer prayed to God to save Dr Polo after seeing her picture and reading about her condition in the newspaper, that was used to wrap his bread.
“When he (the farmer) got home and he was about to put that piece of bread away, he looks at my picture that was on that piece of newspaper. He was very, very, very touched by it. He could barely read. He began reading it with great effort, As he reads on, he cries, and cries, and cries, as though I were his daughter.“
At that moment, Dr Polo was shown what the poor farmer said to our Lord, “Father, have mercy on my little sister. Lord, save her. Lord, if you save my little sister, I promise you that I’ll go to the sanctuary in Buga and I will make a special promise there.
The Lord, before sending her back to her body, gave Dr Polo a mission.
“He gives me my mission and he says to me. All this that has transpired, you are not only going to repeat it a thousand times, but a thousand times a thousand times.
Below are some of the excerpts of Dr Polo’s testimony.
“I died in mortal sin, and that goes for everyone who dies in mortal sin. I had not been to sacramental confession since the age of 13, that is, confession with a priest. And that demon would do nothing else but cry out for my soul and accuse me before the Lord. It cried out, “She’s mine.” And you can imagine, the Lord is going over my whole life with me, and I’m shame-filled, and at the same time that thing (demon) is crying out, “She’s mine. She’s mine.” It’s a horrible feeling. I was badly defeated by Satan because he got me out of sacramental confession at the age of 13. What shrewdness of the devil. I used to say, “I am not going to confession with a priest. Those priests are worse sinners than I am, those homosexuals. No way am I going to confession to them.”
My last thought before the Book of Life concluded, and before my life ended, was, “What money are they going to bury me with? I have nothing but debts.” At that moment, my life ended and the Book of Life was closed. I began asking all the saints to please save me. I even surprised myself as to how many names of saints I could remember.
I began to call out, “St. Ambrose, St. Ysidro, save me.” I was such a terrible Catholic that I didn’t understand that salvation is a grace and it could only be accomplished through my Savior. Once I couldn’t think of any more saints to call out on, and once I realized that there was nothing anyone could do for me, I lifted my eyes up and my eyes encountered my mother’s eyes. When I saw my mother, I felt a lot of pain due to the knowledge I had that she had always tried to guide me to God. I saw her and I said to her, “Mom, what shame, I have been sentenced to hell.”
At that moment, my mother was given a special grace. She lifted up her two fingers and she pointed upward, as to tell me to look up. I don’t know what I saw. But immediately, upon my looking up, some terrible scales were removed from my eyes, my spiritual blindness. At that moment, I was shown something that had happened to me while I was alive. A patient had come in to see me and she had said to me, “Look, Doctor, I feel very sorry for you. You are a very materialistic person. Whenever you find yourself in imminent danger, whatever it may be, plead to Jesus to cover you with His precious blood. He will never, never abandon you because He paid the price for you with His blood.”
In spite of all the pain that had taken over me at that moment, I yelled out, “Jesus Christ, have mercy on me. Forgive me. Give me a second chance.”
That was the most beautiful moment. He came down from the light; he pulled me out of that hole; he placed me on the flat surface. And he said to me, “You are going to be allowed to go back. You are going to get a second chance, but not because of the prayers of your loved ones, because it’s normal that your loved ones pray for you. Instead, you are getting a second chance through the prayers of all those who do not know you and have prayed for you.”
You want to know what was shown to me, brothers and sisters? I saw the great power of intercessory prayer! You want to know how to be in the presence of God daily? Don’t pray for your children; instead, pray for the children of all the persons in the world.
Don’t pray for yourselves; pray for all those who are suffering the same trials that you are suffering. I saw how millions and millions of flames were going up to heaven.
I was shown what those little flames represented. They represented the prayers said by all the persons who were touched and moved by the news of my being struck by lightning.
The news came out on the newspaper and on TV. Many, many people offered many different forms of prayer for me.
The biggest gift that you can offer a human being is the Eucharist because the Eucharist is not an endeavor of man but rather of God!
You want to know why I am here today before you? I am here today because there is a saint in my country. His flame was the biggest of all flames, the biggest, the biggest of all. When our Lord was showing all this to me, I was thinking to myself, “Who is this man who loves me so much?”
The Lord showed me who he was. He was a very, very poor farmer. He lives at the foothill of St. Martha Mountain, in my country. The Lord showed me a little bit of his life.
The Lord showed me everything that the farmer was going through. The Lord said to me, “Look. He doesn’t even have a piece of bread on his table for himself or for his family.”
The Lord showed me how that farmer’s crop had been completely destroyed by fire. He had a few chickens left but the guerillas came and ate them. And on top of that, they were trying to recruit his older boy to serve in the guerillas.
This poor farmer would come down to mass — the Lord made me pay attention to the farmer’s prayer.
When he was in prayer, he would pray by saying, “Lord, thank you for my life. Lord, I love you. I praise you. Thank you for my children.” The only thing that came out of this man’s mouth was praise and worship.
The Lord showed me how at one point, this farmer had two bills in his pocket. He had a bill worth $10,000 pesos and a bill worth $5,000 pesos. That’s all he had. During the collection at mass, he put the $10,000 in the basket.
When did I ever put paper money (a bill) in the collection basket? I would only put bills in the collection basket when I’d get a counterfeit one at the office.
He gave $10,000 pesos in the offering. After mass, after receiving the Eucharist, he went to the store. And with the $5,000 pesos, he purchased a piece of bread and salt. The clerk at the store wrapped the piece of bread with a piece of newspaper from the previous day.
The newspaper is called the Expectator. There was a picture of me on that piece of newspaper. When he got home and he was about to put that piece of bread away, he looks at my picture that was on that piece of newspaper.
He was very, very, very touched by it. He could barely read. He began reading it with great effort, “O-d-o-n-t-o-l-o-g-i-s-t.” As he reads on, he cries, and cries, and cries, as though I were his daughter.
At that moment, he tells our Lord, “Father, have mercy on my little sister. Lord, save her. Lord, if you save my little sister, I promise you that I’ll go to the sanctuary in Buga and I will make a special promise there. But save my sister, Lord.”
Can you imagine that! This poor man had no money to eat, yet he made a promise to our Lord to go cross-country to fulfill this promise for me.
He was simply asking God. He was not complaining or demanding anything of God. That moved God in a great manner. Thanks to him I am here today, brothers and sisters. The Lord pointed him out to me and tells me, “That is love of neighbor.”
Right then and there, the Lord gave me my mission. He gives me my mission and he says to me, “All this that has transpired, you are not only going to repeat it a thousand times, but a thousand times a thousand times.
And woe to those who hear your testimony and do not change because they will be judged with greater severity, in the same manner that you are going to be judged with greater severity.
Be it (priests), my anointed ones, or whoever because there is no greater deaf person than he/she who does not want to hear, nor is there any greater blind person than he/she who does not want to see.”
Brothers and sisters, this is not a threat. On the contrary, this is a God who is so in love with us. He’s letting you use this mirror, this very mirror, because he does not want you over there in that hole like I was. He wants you with him. But we must allow ourselves to be transformed by God. May the Lord keep you and let’s pray for one another. God bless you. This little girl is the miracle that God gave me, with burned ovaries and all. Her name is Maria Jose. Say hello, daughter. God bless you.