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A DEAD CHILD CAME BACK TO LIFE THROUGH NAJU WATER!!!

This testimony was aired on an Italian broadcast

My name is Juliana Jeong, Gyeong-rim, a member of Seoknam-dong Catholic Church in the Incheon Diocese, and a mother of one son and one daughter.

Today, I would like to give a truthful account of what happened to my son. During the second class period at school, he drank milk served with the school lunch, but he choked on it and was unable to breathe for an extended period.

He was declared dead, with no chance of resuscitation. However, through the Miracle Water of Naju, he was brought back to life.

It was December 14, 1999, I received a call saying that my son, a second-grade elementary school student, had collapsed. I was so shocked that I was completely beside myself and unable to think clearly. Even when the principal told me to go to Gajwa St. Mary’s Hospital, I was too stunned to figure out how to get there.

In the end, a senior teacher kindly drove me there. At around 10:30 a.m., when I arrived at Gajwa St. Mary’s Hospital, I anxiously asked my son’s homeroom teacher, “Where is Se-hyun?” She pointed and said, “Over there.” When I looked in that direction, I saw my child being loaded into an ambulance.

I rushed over and got in, and I saw that an oxygen mask was placed over his face. He was completely motionless, with his eyes open.

Overcome with the fear that I might lose my son, I managed to pull myself together. I called my husband and told him what had happened, but he refused to believe me, saying, “Don’t joke about something like that.” The ambulance carrying my son Se-hyun arrived at Gil Medical Center, the largest general hospital in Incheon.

As the doctor and nurse from Gajwa St. Mary’s Hospital handed him over to the medical staff, I heard them say, “He had already passed away before he arrived at Gajwa St. Mary’s Hospital.” In the ICU, they continued administering electric shocks, but there was no response at all, and even the monitor showed no activity whatsoever.

He was clinically dead.

Still, holding on to even the slightest hope, I waited anxiously with his homeroom teacher, the school nurse, and my husband, desperately hoping for a positive outcome. But around 5 or 6 p.m., the attending doctor said, “Do you have another child?”—implying that we should give up.

That one sentence struck me like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, and everything went dark before my eyes. “Ah, my beloved son… my precious child… There is nothing even modern medicine can do for him now?!”

As this thought crossed my mind, it felt as if my insides were melting with grief. Like someone who had lost their mind, I cried out in anguish, weeping uncontrollably. But I could not let my beloved son go so easily, so meaninglessly.

I clung to the attending doctor and the medical staff, desperately crying and pleading, “Please, save him… please…” The medical staff at the general hospital had already given up hope. However, unable to withstand my desperate cries as his mother, the medical staff did everything they could to save him, using all available life-support equipment (I didn’t know exactly what they were, but there were two tubes inserted into his nose and three into his mouth).

Around 7 p.m., he was transferred to the intensive care unit just above the morgue. But this transfer to the ICU was nothing more than an artificial attempt to keep his organs functioning through life-support equipment; in reality, it was no different from death.

(Later, I came to learn that this intensive care unit was a unit reserved for patients who were beyond recovery and on the verge of death, as well as those who had already been declared dead and were no longer receiving treatment, like my own child. In effect, it functioned as a holding area, so that bodies could be moved to the morgue discreetly, without attracting attention.) 

From that moment on, I had to fight not only against my son’s death, but also against the many deaths around me. Right beside me, I could hear the disturbing, gurgling sound of labored breathing, as if it were foreshadowing death, and I saw people dying and being taken away one after another.

(Never in my life had I witnessed so many deaths in such a short time, and no one else who had been there survived—only my son did.) Even so, I endured it all with one single determination: to save my child. Driven by that resolve, I felt no fear.

At the time, in the midst of it all, I didn’t realize it, but looking back now, I believe that was a mother’s love. Even though I was overwhelmed with despair and grief at the thought of losing my beloved son, I was driven by a single determination: “I must save my son.”

For three days, without even taking a single bite of food, I fought desperately to save him. Then, on the morning of December 16, the Praesidium leader, who made monthly pilgrimages to Naju, came bringing holy water of Naju and a 1.8-liter bottle of miracle water from Naju. 

She sprinkled some of it and put it in my son’s mouth, even though he was unconscious. But the “miraculous water” did not flow out of his mouth; instead, it went down as if it were being drawn in. It was a miracle—truly a miracle.

I saw with my own eyes that my child swallowed it without spilling a drop, and that alone was an extraordinary miracle.

I had briefly gone home to be with my daughter when I received a phone call from my husband. He told me that Se-hyun seemed to be moving. He held our son’s hand and said, “If you recognize me as your dad, squeeze my hand.” 

At that moment, the child gave a slight squeeze before releasing his grip. “Oh! My son is coming back to life,” he said. But I could hardly believe it and asked, “Are you sure?”

However, since I had already witnessed that morning how the miraculous water placed in my son’s mouth had been absorbed without spilling a single drop—like rain soaking into dry, parched land—I realized that the miraculous water had saved his life. I gave thanks to the Blessed Mother of Naju and to Our Lord.

The next day, I went into the ICU with my husband. The medical staff said that my son seemed more alert than the day before, so I continued to give him the miraculous water frequently and sprinkled it around his bed while praying.

Although visiting hours were limited to twice a day, once my son began to regain consciousness, I asked the nurses for permission and was allowed to stay by his side. When morning came, Se-hyun, who had come back to life, sat up and said, “I’m hungry.” The moment I heard those words, it felt like a dream, and I was so overjoyed I felt like jumping for joy.

What in this world could ever compare to a mother’s happiness as she feeds her child the soft rice porridge? Not only had he come back from the brink of death, but he was also recovering so quickly that even the doctor said it was a miracle that could not be medically explained.

In just three days, our Se-hyeon came back from the brink of death and was moved to a general hospital room on December 20. His diet also gradually changed—from rice water (thin gruel), to porridge, and then to regular rice meals.

Whenever he took medication or ate anything, we used “miraculous water” each time. Because the Praesidium leader instructed us not to spill even a single drop of water, we strictly followed that guidance.

Interestingly, the day after the water ran out, on December 24, he was supposed to be discharged. However, since there were no particular complications afterward, he was effectively discharged for good.

Immediately after being discharged, our family went to church. At the “Children’s Christmas Presentation,” our older child performed in a violin recital and sang in the choir. Se-hyeon kept smiling throughout and was filled with joy.

Many parishioners who saw Se-hyeon, who had returned from death, came to congratulate us and offered their words of celebration. When we greeted our parish priest, he said, “Being discharged on Christmas after having been dead for three days carries great meaning.” In addition, doctors and nurses at Gajwa St. Mary’s Hospital also seemed unable to believe that Se-hyeon had survived. They joyfully congratulated us, repeatedly asking, “Is that really true?”

After that, I became curious about the Miraculous Water of Naju. 

Although my child had come back from death, he developed allergic symptoms afterward, and at times would wake up at night scratching and feeling irritated. Wanting even that to be healed, on the first Saturday in April, I left school early with Se-hyeon and went to Naju.

After attending an all-night prayer in Naju and returning home, Se-hyeon said he had never prayed so much in his life, and that everything around him seemed more beautiful. Se-hyeon said, 'Going to Naju feels like my heart is being healed,' he said. 'We need spiritual surgery to let go of bad thoughts and become better people.' On April 1st, at the Blessed Mother’s House, I shared the testimony of his resurrection. Since then, his skin has cleared significantly, and he finally sleeps peacefully through the night.

What has changed in me since my son came back to life is that, in the past, whenever I was asked to take on a role in the church, I would always refuse. But now my attitude has changed to a more positive one, and I accept things, thinking, “If it is the Lord’s will, please grant me health and ability so that I may be used as an instrument.”

My husband, who used to skip even Sunday Mass when he was busy, now attends not only Sunday Mass but also early morning daily Mass. He also now prays before driving. 

“Our Lady of Naju, please protect our Se-hyeon.” Thank you.

Juliana Jeong, Gyeong-rim April 10, 2000

▲ "My son Se-hyeon was brought back to life through the miraculous water of Naju"
- handwritten testimony by Juliana Jeong, Gyeong-rim from Incheon, South Korea 

▲ The original medical certificate in Korean and its English translation.

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