Linda’s Story of the power of intercessory prayer

This article was originally published in GO! Christian Magazine, Summer 2017 issue. www.gochristianmagazine.com

It was late summer of 2013. The days were getting shorter, although it was still plenty hot in the Panhandle of Florida. School had started back up, and Linda Fox was feeling under the weather. She went to see her doctor and came away with medication for a sinus infection. No big deal.

She had no idea what was to come over the next few short weeks.

Linda, her husband Ernie, and their children headed north to spend time with family over Labor Day, and while they were there, Linda’s condition grew worse. She couldn’t shake the sinus infection, and she began to feel very lethargic.

When they returned home, she made another appointment to see her doctor. He took one look at her and told Ernie, “Either drive her to the hospital right now, or I’m calling an ambulance.”

Things quickly progressed from worse to life-threatening. Her sinus infection led to a urinary tract infection, which turned into double pneumonia. Linda’s entire body was septic. She was so dehydrated, the pneumonia wasn’t showing up on any X-rays.

She was admitted to Sacred Heart in Sandestin, where nurses began replacing her fluids, which made her lungs fill up. Linda found it difficult to breathe.

Ernie stood at his wife’s bedside in shock. A few weeks ago, it was just a sinus infection. How could it have gotten this bad?

The doctors at Sacred Heart were not optimistic. She wasn’t responding to medication or emergency dialysis. Linda was sinking lower and lower.

The last thing she remembers was being put on a ventilator.

For the next 18 days, Linda remained in a coma, while Ernie, their children, and her mother stood watch.

Their pastor came to visit and pray, and other members of their church family, including their small group stopped by as well. But Linda wasn’t getting better. Her kidneys and liver shut down, and her spleen doubled in size.

Then, when the outlook was bleak indeed, two things happened simultaneously – although nobody knew about it until later.

While in her coma, Linda had a vision. In the vision, she was lying on a table in a white room. A bearded, scruffy looking man walked in, announced himself as Simon Peter, then asked, “Will you allow me to anoint you with oil?” Linda replied, “Yes.” The man anointed her with oil and walked out of the room.

Around the same time, Linda’s doctor told Ernie to call in the family because Linda wasn’t going to last through the night. Ernie was devastated and emotional. He sought refuge in one of the bathrooms to pray.

“I’m not angry, Lord,” Ernie prayed, with a catch in his throat, “and I’ll serve you no matter what happens. But in Your Word You said You’d give us the desires of our heart, and my heart’s desire is to grow old with my wife.”

He dried his tears, left the bathroom and bumped into Jim Old, a friend from church who walked down the hospital hall as if he were on a mission. Much like Simon Peter in Linda’s vision, Jim told Ernie he was instructed to come and anoint Linda with oil.

The doctors, nurses, and Linda’s family all remained in her room where they joined hands and prayed while Jim climbed on the bed, anointed Linda with oil, and prayed over her.

Afterwards, Ernie walked Jim to his car, and returned to Linda’s room where he found her nurse clearly agitated, accusingly asking Linda’s mother, “Did you touch any of these machines?”

“Of course not!” she replied. The machines monitoring Linda’s vitals had begun to beep unexpectedly, confusing the nurse on duty, causing her to conclude that someone must have tampered with them.

Very shortly, and contrary to everything her doctor had predicted Linda began to wake up from her coma to the intense joy of her family and friends.

That was the beginning of Linda’s journey back from the brink of death. Her blood pressure began to climb. Her liver and kidneys began functioning again. Her pneumonia went away, and, after a three-week stint in rehab, she went home. And then back to work.

“Before all of this happened, I had gotten pretty disillusioned with serving at church. But my near death experience changed all that,” Linda said with deep conviction. “God changed my thought processes about both serving and sharing my faith. God is there, and He is listening, and you’re in His hands. He showed everybody that at the hospital.”

Now, both Linda and Ernie are always ready and willing to serve others in whatever capacity is needed. Serving not just at their church, but in their community as well, meeting the needs of others with their hearts and resources.

The ARK – a place of safety and refuge

This article was originally published in GO! Christian Magazine in Summer 2017. www.gochristianmagazine.com

The angry sky was pitch dark, and the sound of rain beating mercilessly against the sturdy wooden vessel filled the air. The boat, the biggest ever built up to that point, rocked back and forth on the waves, dipping nose first into a trough, then riding high, climbing upward until it crashed down again.

Outside was treacherous. But inside, everyone and everything was safe and dry. The rain couldn’t penetrate, the wind couldn’t rip apart, and the waves couldn’t sink Noah’s Ark.

Just as Noah’s Ark was a place of safety and sanctuary thousands of years ago, so The Ark in Panama City Beach is as well.

The Ark is a 160-bed bunkhouse that was founded to serve as a retreat center for the Alabama West Florida Conference of The United Methodist Church. Its location on Panama City Beach is perfect for rest and renewal – toes sinking into sugar white sand, swimming in the emerald green water and experiencing breathtaking sunsets that spill oranges, reds and purples across the sky. But as needs arose in the community, The Ark’s founders saw past paradise. They saw hurting people in need of shelter. Over the decades, The Ark has become a safe haven.

Some of The Ark’s residents this summer are international students on J-1 visas. They arrive in Panama City Beach, get jobs and experience American culture. The Ark also sponsors Christian groups like Kaleo and Campus Outreach, and hosts retreats for pastors.

New co-directors Mike and Liz Bennett are awaiting much positive change they know God can bring to the area through the Ark’s services. They are humbled by what they have witnessed so far. Each day they surrender the ministry and its direction to God.

“You have to rely on God. There’s no other way it can all come together,” Liz said.

The Ark provides many opportunities for the public to serve. Recently, several church groups spent a day helping to clean, organize, and paint so The Ark would be ready for the J-1 visa students who would be flying in from all over the world. Volunteers scrubbed bathrooms and walls, washed kitchen cabinets, installed blinds, assembled bed frames and swept floors. Hearts were warmed by the common purpose shared.

When you first arrive at The Ark, you’ll walk into The Pour Café, a coffee shop with a laid-back vibe, serving organic free-trade coffee, whose proceeds help fund everything they do. You can purchase a perfect cup of espresso along with a delicious homemade pastry for a quick pick up, or you can stay for lunch and enjoy sandwiches and wraps.

This year, the dynamic in the bunkhouse will shift, just as things have since The Ark was established more than 40 years ago. This summer, about two-thirds of students housed at The Ark are from a Christian fellowship club that decided The Ark’s amenities would be perfect for their faith-building summer program. Liz and Mike are excited to watch God use the combination of Christian students living alongside the mostly Muslim international students. They are praying for and expecting great things.

The transitional housing aspect of The Ark has also evolved over the years. “Right now, the hardest part is the delicate balance between choosing who can stay,” Liz said. Because they aren’t equipped to handle addictions, a thorough screening process is necessary. Mike and Liz want to assist individuals and families to re-group and get their lives back on track within three months.

The criteria for staying in one of the transitional housing rooms is employment, pay rent, and help clean, repair, or use any skills they have to give back to The Ark. Liz and Mike are willing to help someone set up a bank account and acquire ID to encourage independent living.

There are many stories to tell about lives changed because someone took the time to meet a need. One of the Bennetts’ favorite success stories happened a few years back, before the international student housing had been set up. Actually, it was because of this story that The Ark’s safe housing was established.

Liz and her kids met a young man named Sam through the drive-thru of the local McDonalds. She soon discovered that Sam, along with about five other J1 Visa students from Ghana were living in deplorable conditions. Her family took Sam and another student under their wing, fed them, taught them to swim in their pool, and stayed in touch after they returned home. Mike and Liz, appalled at what they discovered, presented the need to their church, and were then able to set up a safe place. As Liz says, “safe housing is one thing we wanted because of trafficking.”

Sam is now a worship leader in Fairfax, Virginia. Furthering God’s kingdom is, many times, about meeting someone’s immediate need, so a door can then be opened to share the Gospel.

Sam’s story is proof that the Ark is a vital ministry to the Panama City Beach community, providing temporary housing to the homeless, safety from human trafficking to the vulnerable, and a place of retreat for those needing some time to renew.

Want to help? You can visit The Ark’s website at: www.thearkpcb.org, find them on Facebook, or stop by The Pour Café located at 12902 Front Beach Road in Panama City Beach.