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Angel in the Hospital
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 ANGEL IN THE HOSPITAL

 - A True Story -

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 According to a Today Show story posted on the MSNBC on December 23, 2008, this happened in September 2008 but some of the facts in the eRumor are wrong.

Fourteen year old Chelsea Barton was born five weeks prematurely which resulted in developmental disabilities and serious health problems all her life. She was connected to life support at Presbyterian Hospital in Charlotte, North Carolina for pneumonia and the doctors had told her mother, Colleen Barton, that there was no hope for young Chelsea's recovery.
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14 year old Chelsea Barton at Presbyterian Hospital

The Barton family gathered one last time in Chelsea's hospital room to say their goodbyes and the order was giving to disconnect her from the life support system and "just let nature take its course."

According to the MSNBC Story, it appeared that Chelsea had another visitor just after the life support was disconnected. "As her mother waited for the girl to take her last breath, an image of bright light appeared on a security monitor. Within an hour, the dying girl began a recovery that doctors are at a loss to explain."
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Photo of strange light in the form of an angel from Colleen Barton's cell phone

Colleen Barton and other workers noticed an image of an angel in light on the security surveillance monitor near the hospital room door and Barton managed to capture the image with her cell phone camera. Barton told MSNBC that at first she thought that it was the angel of death coming to take her daughter but shortly afterwards Chelsea Barton started showing signs of improvement.

According to the story, "It would be another two months before Chelsea finally left the hospital to return home, where she is about to celebrate her 15th birthday as well as Christmas. Her mother is convinced that Chelsea was saved by divine intervention."



Teen Escapes Death After Hospital Video Captures Images of What the Family Believes Was an Angel--TRUTH!

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 THE HOT WATER BOTTLE

 - A True Story By Helen Roseveare, Missionary to Africa -

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One night, in Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying, two-year-old daughter.

We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.

A student-midwife went for the box we had for such babies and for the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly, in distress, to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "...and it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk; so, in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over a burst water bottle. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can; sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with many of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chilled. I also told them about the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, the baby'll be dead; so, please send it this afternoon."

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of corollary, " ...And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything: The Bible says so, but there are limits, aren't there?

The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time that I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel! I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone; so, I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly.

Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then, there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children began to look a little bored. Next, came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - - that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend.

As I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it, and pulled it out. Yes, "A brand-new rubber, hot water bottle!" I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone: She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday School class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. One of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child -- five months earlier in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "That afternoon!" "And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear." Isaiah 65:24

Helen Roseveare a doctor missionary from England to Zaire, Africa, told this as it had happened to her in Africa. She shared it in her testimony on a Wednesday night at Thomas Road Baptist Church.

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The Story of the Dying Baby, a Hot Water Bottle, A Child's Prayer, and A Children's Doll-TRUTH!

This story originates from Helen Roseveare, a missionary from Northern Ireland.  TruthOrFiction.com tracked her down and she told us this story is true and that she included it in her book "Living Faith."


She has written about the revival that took place in the 1950's in what was then the Belgian Congo. She has been associated with WEC, World Evangelization for Christ.

 
[Note from Kay:  You can buy some of her books as used or new from Amazon.com, too.  Type in Roseveare in the search box for books.]
 




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