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Morag McDougall, nearly dead from a series of debilitating heart attacks, and her amazing healing at a Los Angeles Kathryn Kuhlman meeting. Contents Introduction 1. That Fainting Spell 2. "You Have Had A Heart. Seizure" 3. Public Opinion Was More Important Than Healing 4. "We Must Do Something Further" 5. "Surely You Don't Want Him Now" 6. I Need A Miracle 7. All That Counted Was Jesus 8. " Epilogue Introduction All the way from the "land down under"—on a wing and a prayer, so to speak—Mrs. Morag McDougall came ten thousand miles for a miracle.
Jack, this morning ... " He listened as I described the pain. "You had better go down to the doctor in the morning," he said. "I was there this morning," I told him. "He said it was just nerves. " "Then I want you to go back in the morning and tell them it's not nerves. " Jack was on his feet, reaching for his coat. "It was a good dinner," he said. "And you are a good wife. I want to keep you around for a long time, so just take it easy tonight. " The children were in bed when it returned. Like a dark intruder it came into our home.
He finally asked. " "On a wing and a prayer," I laughed. I had almost forgotten about Bruce who was standing behind me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward Miss Kuhlman. The doctor was telling her something about my aorta valve ... Australia ... Bruce ... and suddenly I was on my back on the floor. For a moment I had a vision of Elijah, ascending to heaven in a whirlwind, and then it was like the emerald South Pacific at dawn, stretching for limitless miles beyond the horizon, calm and glassy, with only a slight ripple on the beach.
10,000 miles for a miracle by Kathryn Kuhlman