A Series Of Divine Encounters That Shaped Her Life

Barbara Rogers shared her incredible miracle story with me via a comment on my miracle story video ad. Throughout her life, God has shared incredible miracles with her, including once seeing an angel to assure her that her baby would be OK.

I accepted Jesus at 12. He spoke to me that night while I was praying and told me, “You are as good as anyone—don’t let anyone tell you different,” because we were very poor, and kids were so mean to us at school.

When I was 17, my grandfather died. He was a horrible, mean man. He had been lying flat on his back for about two weeks. My mom (he was her dad) and I were taking turns sitting with him and trying to work too. I was there, trying to give him some liquid through a straw (get a little and dribble it in his mouth slowly).

All of a sudden, he sat up, propped his arm on his bent leg, and started cursing God, saying, “G____ D____, you do know me, I’m Claude C_____ J____,” screaming curse words. Then he said, “Yes, I hung Him on a tree,” and then he fell back dead. No one else saw or heard this except me, but I believe I saw his judgment. I didn’t hear God speak, but I believe he went straight to hell.

Years later, 50 or so, I had a very vivid dream about hell. I wrote a long letter to a family member about it. Hell is a real place, just like heaven. I believe it’s my calling to tell people: hell is real. It’s horrible—total misery, total darkness, unimaginable pain and grief. You will be totally alone, no air, but your soul will spend eternity in this horror, and you’ll remember all the times you rejected Jesus and all those you led astray. If you are a parent who didn’t teach your children about God, you will have their destruction, and others’, on your head.

Repent while you can. Hell was not meant for us, but for Satan and his followers. Don’t let him cheat you out of salvation—the free gift from God through the shed blood of Jesus.

Another, unrelated to hell:

I was pregnant with my second child. In the seventh month, she dropped into the birth canal. I couldn’t walk. I was put on total bed rest, and I had a two-year-old. My husband worked, but he was so good to me. My sister came every day and took my two-year-old outside to play, cleaned my house, and cooked a big plate of bacon for my husband (he took bacon and cheese sandwiches in his lunch). My husband fixed dinner and took care of me and our two-year-old when he got home.

Mental illness runs in my family. One of my sisters had a child with it just after my first child was born. So while I was lying in that bed with so many hours to think, I spent many hours praying for my child to be okay. One day, an angel came and told me, “Your baby will be OK.” And we were blessed with a beautiful, healthy baby girl.

God spoke to me a few times over the years. Once, when my son was in Korea, a kid had received a “Dear John” letter from his wife, and he jumped off a high building and killed himself. My son hated Korea—it was cold and miserable. Their base was right next to a place where they burned bodies 24/7—a horrible smell all the time. He wrote me a letter, and I was so worried. I kept praying, “God, if I could just go see him or talk to him.” God told me, “You can’t go, but I can. I’ll be with him.” Such comfort and peace in both of those situations.

Once, when my daughter was in college, she had gotten married. It was a bad situation. I was so worried. I kept praying while worrying. God told me, “You are a hypocrite. You preach faith in Me to others, but you don’t think I will do what I promised. Your daughter will be OK.” It opened my eyes again. My God is able to do great and mighty things.