[Amazing Healing Testimony] 😮✨ Mother-in-law’s Resuscitation and Repentance at the Brink of Death Leading to Family Reconciliation

🍒 The Fruits of Naju Spiritualities Reborn as a Holy Family

after Washing Away Twenty Years of Discord 💖

I am Raphael Kim. I suffered from diabetes for 30 years, and I am now completely cured in Naju. I would also like to give a testimony about my mother. She collapsed from a cerebral hemorrhage last October. She is someone who begins and ends her entire day with prayer. She attends Mass every single day. She doesn’t even visit her neighbors, fearing it might take away from her time for prayer.

Whether she is on a bus or in a taxi, she always has a rosary in her hands. In fact, she collapsed from the cerebral hemorrhage while she was praying with her rosary. The doctors said, “It’s difficult for a 72 or 73-year-old elder to undergo surgery after collapsing like this.” She was hospitalized for two weeks at that hospital before being moved to Seoul. Then, after six months, she completely recovered with no lasting complications.

However, when I carried my mother on my back to the hospital late last April, they refused to admit her, saying, “It’s no use. It's over now.” I managed to get her into a hospital where I had an acquaintance, and they took her in out of courtesy. But after only a day, her condition worsened. She fell into a coma, lost consciousness, and couldn’t recognize anyone. She completely lost her ability to speak.

The hospital told us to take her home to her hometown as soon as possible, so we took an ambulance to our family home in Yeong-gwang. I am one of nine siblings. We were a diverse group with different faiths, including Catholics, Protestants, Won Buddhists, and even those who did not believe in God at all. However, all nine of us gathered together to keep watch over our mother in her final moments.

It was during the overnight vigil prayer meeting on May 2nd. Even though I knew Mama Julia would be exhausted, knowing I was asking for too much, I pleaded with my wife, “Please call Mama Julia and ask her to pray so that my mother can have a holy death.” My wife finally made the call. I thought to myself, “I’m sure she has prayed for us now,” but then, at 10 PM that night, she arrived in person.

I expected her to pray for a holy death, but instead, Mama Julia rubbed my mother’s face and cried out, “God, please spare her life!” My mother’s eyes were already closed, her limbs were stiff and unable to move, and she was on the verge of her last breath. But as Mama Julia prayed so fervently for her life, the one who had closed her eyes opened them and locked eyes with Mama Julia.

Even though she could no longer speak, she suddenly managed to say, “Holy water, holy water.” Then Mama Julia quickly dipped her fingers in holy water to help her make the Sign of the Cross, but my mother’s hand was already so stiff that she couldn’t move it. After praying for her, Mama Julia prayed for every one of my siblings, one by one, and left around midnight. Shortly after, my mother’s stiff fingers began to twitch, and her hand even became able to make the Sign of the Cross.

Then, her body began to loosen, and she started speaking again. That very evening, she was even able to chew and eat strawberries. As her withered muscles were restored to life, her entire body began to shed its old skin. This would have been utterly impossible without the Lord, the Blessed Mother, and the prayers of Mama Julia. And now, my mother is even walking. We witnessed this extraordinary experience. Most importantly, my family members with different faiths I mentioned earlier were all moved by this. My daughter, son, son-in-law, and all those siblings have now converted to the Catholic Church together.

Even though my family members are scattered and living in different parts of the country, they declared, “We will convert to the Catholic Church.” Now, we have all agreed to pray together for our mother at 10:30 PM, offering our prayers from wherever we are. This is truly the love of God. Thank you very much.

Wife: I would like to add to my husband’s testimony. My husband comes from a family of nine siblings. I am the wife of the eldest dson, and when we all gather, there are ten of us. My own father had suffered from chronic intestinal issues and dealt with constant diarrhea for decades. Even though he took handfuls of medicine, he could only eat thin rice gruel. 

I was already caring for my own father at home when I received a call one morning that my mother-in-law had collapsed. As a result, I ended up bringing her to the same house where I was tending to my father. At that point, it felt as though I was about to have two funerals coming out of both rooms.

When Mama Julia arrived, my father managed to pull himself up. Regardless of my mother-in-law, who was on the verge of death, he pleaded, “please heal me.” So he received her prayer. Even though he hadn’t been able to eat anything, his stomach felt so comfortable that evening that he said he wanted to eat something, and he actually enjoyed some snacks.

As for my mother-in-law, as soon as Mama Julia left that evening, she started eating yogurt, strawberries, and porridge. Her tongue had been twisted and curled, her eyes deeply sunken, and her mouth sagged. She had looked exactly like a corpse, but seeing her move and come back to life made me so joyful that I prepared a great feast the very next day.

Because I was the eldest daughter-in-law, I had prepared food in Gwangju for my mother-in-law’s funeral. I even brought a whole crate of dried squid, and all the relatives gathered together. Including my own father and older sister from my side of the family, there were thirty-four people altogether. These thirty-four people stayed together for an entire week, and I was the one cooking all the meals. Why? There was a reason for that. Before my mother-in-law was baptized in the Catholic Church, there was probably no one in all of Korea who could compare to her as a difficult mother-in-law. She was extremely harsh.

Given how she was, before her baptism, she would visit her daughters’ homes and talk about how disappointed she was with me. After hearing those stories, my sisters-in-law never even called or met with me because they misunderstood the situation. Feeling just as hurt by this, all I could do was pray every single day.

But after my mother-in-law was baptized, she was always saying, “Please forgive me. Please forgive me.” It had been fifteen to twenty years since I last saw my sisters-in-law; all nine siblings had fallen out with one another and were deeply estranged.

But as my mother-in-law lay there, my sisters-in-law began to weep. They held onto me and cried, saying, “Sister, it’s because I hated you that our mother is suffering like this.”At that moment, I thought, “Ah, this is it. The time has finally come.” Even though I was crying inside, I couldn't bring myself to say to my sisters-in-law, “I’m not like that//I never did that,” I just couldn’t say it.

But the Blessed Mother and Jesus had already touched my sisters-in-laws’ hearts. These people, who didn’t have the slightest clue what contrition even meant, were weeping and saying, “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” Then, as Mama Julia began to hold their hands and pray for them, they just sat there, holding her hands without even fully understanding the meaning of it all.

After that, whenever they had a spare moment, they would say, “Sister, let’s pray together.” I told them,“You hadn’t visited my home all this time because of our fallout, but through my mother-in-law, you’ve come back with such joy.”

Can you imagine how happy I was? I said to them, “When have I ever had the chance to cook a meal for you? I couldn’t even ask you to come over before.” Out of pure joy, I sang hymns while cooking for thirty-four people all by myself for an entire week. With two pressure rice cookers and two electric rice cookers going all at once, I could get it all done in one go!

And I’d tell them, “As   I cooked for you, You guys do the dishes” and the whole family would sing hymns, washing up with such joy and love. 

While I was in the kitchen preparing side dishes, someone would suddenly come up from behind and give me a big hug, rubbing their face against mine. It would be my eldest sister-in-law. A little later, someone else would cling to me. It was the fourth one. “Sister, oh sister…”  

I said, “When have I ever been able to care for you like this? We couldn’t because of all the division between us, could we? The Blessed Mother granted us such a holy family transformation. Stay here for a month this time. I’ll cook for you. Let’s live here together.” They replied, “Sister, we’d love to. Once we’re done raising our kids, we want to come live with you.” After our family was sanctified like this, Mother’s health was restored, and we even prepared a grand feast to celebrate.

So I said, “Everyone, come over!” and we had a grand feast. My father had a very weak stomach and hadn't been able to eat any nourishing stew for years. But that day, I made a spicy nourishing stew with ground red peppers. My father ate the whole bowl, mixing in a full bowl of rice! He was perfectly fine. My father was eighty-three at the time, and from that day on, he has been able to eat well. Also, my husband’s younger brother’s wife was not a believer. She had such a bad stomach that she had to wash the seasoning off her kimchi with water just to eat it. I felt so bad for her that I prepared separate, mild side dishes just for her because she couldn’t eat. 

Mama Julia was holding my mother-in-law and praying when she suddenly said, “Oh, my stomach hurts!” She was feeling someone’s pain in her own stomach. She asked, “Is there anyone here with a stomach problem?” My husband’s younger brother’s wife shouted, “It’s me! It’s me!” and right then, she was healed.

Around midnight, she said, “Sister, I’m hungry now.” She was someone who normally never even felt hunger. I told her, “Go ahead and eat something.” When she asked, “Is it really okay for me to eat?” I replied with confidence, “By faith!” and she said, “Amen!” The very next day, she ate a whole bowl of that fiery red nourishing stew. “My stomach doesn’t burn at all!” 

My eldest sister had polio. One day, while getting up in the washroom, she slipped and completely shattered the knee of her one relatively healthy leg. For the past two years, her husband had been carrying her to and from the hospital. She came to us after we urgently called the family. Even that day, her husband had to carry her in and settle her on the warmest spot on the floor. When Mama Julia was praying for people, my sister felt so sorry to trouble her that she didn’t even mention the pain in her leg.

She could only pray in her heart, “Blessed Mother, Jesus, please heal my leg.” Because of the intense pain, she hadn’t even been able to sit or stand on her own. After Mama Julia finished praying and was about to leave, my sister felt such an overwhelming joy that her body suddenly felt as light as a feather. Without even realizing it herself, she got up and started walking out. Then she went out and said to Mama Julia, “Sister, goodbye and take care,” but suddenly exclaimed, “Oh? My leg is healed!!!”

My mother-in-law is now healthy enough to go out and about on her own. She even called me and told me, with a crystal-clear voice, to take good care of all our parents, both mine and my in-laws. We are so grateful just to have her with us, but even more than that, our brothers and sisters have become united.

They say, “Sister, what time shall we pray tonight?”

“Tonight, at 10 p.m.”

“Okay, understood.”

Then, all nine of us get on our phones and pray together at the exact same time.

And then they ask, “What time shall we pray in the morning?”

“At 7 a.m.”

So, all of us siblings pray together at the set time. And isn’t the greatest blessing of all that this family, once divided and full of conflict, has now become a holy and peaceful family? Of course, we are thankful that my mother-in-law is still alive and that she received physical healing, but even more wonderful is that the sickness of our minds and souls has been healed. This is heaven itself. Amen.

December 5, 1992

Rafael Kim and Cecilia Lee

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