I was born in a staunch Roman Catholic family. We were seven children in number. We attended Church regularly and every year we used to go to Vailankanni as a family. But I still did not know about salvation. In the year 1973, I married Trevor who was a believer. It was with great difficulty that I agreed to marry him in the Protestant church but I refused to change.

In the year 1974, my son Michael was born and he was diagnosed with jaundice. Since my blood group is RH negative his very birth was a miracle. Two months later, he became very ill with diarrhoea and was admitted in the children’s hospital at Egmore. He was given up by the doctors as he developed a condition called septicemia. He was in the hospital for a week and was given eight bottles of drip and also oxygen. While taking the drip, the needle slipped and blistered his hand. This left a big scar on his hand which is a reminder to us of God’s miracle working power. They then inserted the needle in his leg. He was suffering a lot and I could not bear it, so I asked the Lord to take him away and end his suffering or to heal him.

During this time, we were attending Maranatha Church and had many Pastors and friends praying for a miracle. Aunty Blanche and Peter Mathews who were very old friends of ours, were a great assistance to us at that time. Both our families were also a great support.
On the night before the miracle, Trevor and my brother Leon were in the hospital, as the doctor said he would pass away that night. While Trevor was praying, the Lord asked him to stop and to start praising and thanking Him for a miracle. From that moment he started to praise and thank the Lord. The Lord also brought a verse of an old hymn to his mind.

“When darkness seems to veil His face, I’ll rest on His unchanging grace,
In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.”

From that day onwards my son started to recover. This was a turning point in my life. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour. After few months, Trevor and myself were baptised by Pastor Henry Joseph. Ever since we committed our lives to the Lord, we have experienced the mighty hand of God working in our family. The Lord has blessed my son with good health, strength and a good job. By the grace of God he was baptised by Pastor Adam on 25th July,2004.

In the year 2006, my husband Trevor met with a motorcycle accident and both the bones in the right leg was broken. The doctor whom we consulted said, an operation was a must and even after the operation he would have a limp. Sometime earlier, Pastor Adam had given a word of prophecy during the Sunday morning worship service that no knife would come upon our body. At that time, Trevor claimed that word of prophecy for the family and we decided not to go in for the surgery. Wonderfully God honoured our faith and was true to His word and both the bones were healed perfectly and he is able to walk normally with no limp. When we went to the doctor to remove the plaster of paris he was astonished that the leg was perfectly whole. We give all the glory to the Lord Jesus Christ.

“Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.”(Hebrews 13:8)

Sister Marlene Hogg