Rev. W.H. Cupples, Missionary to Kenya, East Africa

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DEAD ARE RAISED


"On an early December morning in 1965, one hundred and thirty-five miles back in the Liberian Hinterland at the Fassama Mission Station, we sat down to our breakfast, with the kerosene lamp lit, for there was a severe tropical storm raging, and we had been forced to close our wooden shutters over our windows because of the heavy rain and wind. The rain was pounding so hard on the zinc roof that you could hardly hear yourself think. The thunder was roaring and the lightning flashing everywhere.

"Suddenly, we heard a terrible cracking noise, and knew the lightning had struck somewhere nearby. We jumped up from the table, and as we did, we heard some of the boys in the mission screaming and running toward our house. Our first thought was that the lightning had struck the boys house, but they were screaming, 'Mother Gruse, Mother Gruse.' We did not have screens on our windows at that time and I jumped out the window and ran as fast as I could to Sister Gruse's house in the pouring rain.

"As I ran onto her back porch, a screened shelter on the back of her house, the sight I saw was heart rending, and the smell of burned human flesh met my nostrils. There on the floor lay the body of our precious missionary sister, all twisted and drawn. I fell on my knees. By this time, my wife had arrived and several of the mission students had gathered on the outside looking in at this sad sight. I felt of Sister Gruse's head and her arms; she was hard and rigid. I looked at my wife and said, 'She's dead.' My wife started to cry, and I started to get up off my knees. I have never felt so helpless in all of my life.

"As I started to rise, the Holy Ghost said to me, 'Pray.' I looked at my wife and all the people gathered outside, and said, 'Let's pray.' Still feeling helpless and desperate, I began to try to pray, but all I could say was, 'Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.' As I was saying this, we felt Sister Gruse's body begin to move. She began to quiver and straighten out slowly from the terrible twisted and drawn form that she was. Right before our eyes, like a slow motion film, she continued to straighten her arms and legs, her face, that was so twisted began to straighten and take shape again. When she had straightened out completely, I put my arm under her and helped her to a sitting position.

"She was looking up into the heavens and began to talk, not to anyone, but as though she was in another world. She said, 'Brother Cupples, I was dead. I came out to call one of the boys to close my shutters (they had to be closed from the outside), and the lightning struck me. I was dead. I looked back and saw my body lying here on the floor, and I said, 'Lord, I'm coming home,' and He said, 'No, I'm not finished with you yet.' Then I heard you saying, 'Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.'"

"We helped her into the house and after checking on our children at our house, my wife went back and spent some time with her, but there was nothing wrong with her except a little burn on one of her feet where the lightning had run in. The next day she was up in her attic crawling around. She continued on in the work there the remainder of that term, and spent two more terms on the field working for the Lord. This was the most outstanding miracle I have ever witnessed" (Rev. W.H. Cupples, Missionary to Kenya, East Africa).

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The preceding incidents were taken from the book Miracles in Our Day, by R.W. Johnson, Pentecostal Publishing House, Hazelwood, Missouri.