Meet the Godwinks Guy
Beliefnet's SQuire Rushnell on Good Morning America, April 24.
How can GODWINKS help us?
They let us know we are not alone. In times of uncertainty what we desire more than anything else is certainty. We want to know that our families are safe, that we won't get downsized, or that we'll have enough in the checking account to make it through the month. We crave certainty when we get a scary medical report. And we long for certainty in our relationships. It's during times of uncertainty that we especially need to get connected to our faith. We need to believe that our lives are not random, like twigs floating on a stream to destinations unknown. Instead, we need to know that we all have a greater purpose, that someone really is up there watching over us, and we're always on an incredible GPS…what I call God's Positioning System™…never alone. To me, the best thing about godwinks is that they are tangible signposts along our way, giving us hope, replacing uncertainty with a genuine feeling of certainty that everything is going to be okay!
What is the basis of your faith?
I was raised in a God-respecting Christian family in a small farm community in Northern New York State, rooted in my faith right from childhood. But it fully blossomed when my son was born in cardiac arrest 25 years ago. His lungs had become clogged in the womb. As he lay in a hospital incubator with wires and tubes coming from his small body, I studied the gauge on the respirator indicating that he was breathing only 5% on his own—the machine was doing the rest. I pledged to God that I would pray for him around the clock and pleaded for Him to save my son.
That must have been frightening…
I witnessed an extraordinary miracle…a powerful godwink! During the 39th hour of my son's life, at 5:30 AM, his body began to shake. It was a seizure, said the nurse, rushing to get a doctor. I then watched in amazement as his tiny quivering body began to cast off the blockage in his lungs, sending a dark substance through a transparent tube. I stared at the respirator gauge. It was dropping. He was breathing more and more on his own. By the time he was 48 hours old, the respirator gauge had dropped to 50%, meaning that he was breathing 50% by himself! Doctors confirmed he would survive. They called him "the miracle baby."
My son was subsequently diagnosed with brain damage, unable to read or write, yet today he's a sweet, engaging young man who has a wonderful singing voice and musical memory. He's a joy. From the day of my son's birth, I truly began a deeper relationship with God.
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