By Christina Papali

I suffered from multiple aneurysms and fell dead in a friend’s house; there was a neurosurgeon who witnessed what happened because we were having lunch together. He checked my pulse and pronounced me dead, seeing my children gape in shock my friends picked up my dead weight and took me to the hospital and since they had taken my dead corpse to the hospital the staff wanted to put me in the mortuary but my friends did not allow it. By that time most of the church members had gathered in the hospital not to cry or weep but they began praising and worshiping Jesus right there in the hospital and after a couple of hours my pulse returned and they were able to take a scan which showed several blood vessels in my brain behind my right eye had burst and I was bleeding.

Since the operation was of a very delicate nature and there were no proper facilities I was transported to another hospital some miles away. Normally the surgeon operates his own private patients first and then on outsiders and because I had come from another hospital there were some technical formalities but my Jesus saw me through and the doctor attended on me before his own patients.

Prior to the operation the neurosurgeon told my husband that even if the operation were a success, I would either be a vegetable for life, or paralyzed or blind in one eye. My friends encouraged the doctor to perform the operation while they prayed, besides my friends in the hospital my pastor in my home church also prayed till he got a word of knowledge that I had come back to life so while prayers were offered by my friends and Christian churches across the globe the delicate operation was performed and clips were inserted to reconnect the blood vessels that had ruptured and praise God I am Alive once more.

During my period of rest which was approximately one year, I could not remember the people around me as I was heavily sedated. During the periods I was awake which was mostly during the night I would cry out to God and try to pray, but I could not remember any Scripture. I used to feel very frustrated. About this time the sly old devil would come in different shapes and try to frighten me. I would try to call out for help but words would not come forth, all I could remember and say was Blood of Jesus and immediately the devil would leave. Yes, the devil is so scared when we speak about the Blood of Jesus, because he cannot stand the Blood of Jesus as it reminds him of his defeat at the cross of Calvary and he tries to stop churches from singing or talking about the blood of Jesus. Revelation12:11 says “And they (we) overcome him (devil) by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their (our) testimony.