Miracles from Branch 1
Sister Lydia Lombardo submitted these powerful experiences years ago for the Detroit Branch #1 history. They are about her mother, Sister Maria (Gaetana) Molisani. They probably date back to the 1930s, and they are a strong reminder of how the Lord honors faith at any time, under any circumstances. Thanks to Sister Rosanne Champine for sending these in.
I could write volumes on how the Lord worked with our family. A healing that always stood out in my mind while growing up was a miracle my mother experienced:
It was a cold, snowy winter night, and my mother went down to the basement to put more wood and coal into the furnace. She needed to chop some wood first. As she was chopping, the axe came down full force and cut her hand wide open. My aunt, who was living with us at the time, saw how badly my mom was cut and told her to go to the doctor for stitches. My mom, who had great faith in God, told her she was going to Brother D'Amico's house for prayer. My aunt said she was crazy for not going to a doctor.
My dad cut a bed sheet in strips and bandaged her hand, which was bleeding profusely, and at 11:30 p.m., she and my dad walked four miles in the snow to Brother D'Amico's house. When they arrived, he was taken aback at the sight of her hand. He, too, suggested she should have stitches. But my mother stood firm in her decision that if he would anoint her hand, the Lord would heal it. Brother D'Amico poured the blessed oil on the wound and wrapped her hand again. After he anointed her, they returned home walking the four miles again, arriving in the wee hours of the morning.
Out of spite, my aunt did not lift a finger that week to help my mother with dishes or washing the clothes. We were all very young and couldn't give her any help. So with one hand she struggled to do what she needed to do. After one week, my mother went to Church on Sunday and asked for prayer again.
While Brother D'Amico was praying, he began to unravel the dressing on the wound. At the end of the prayer, the dressing fell completely off and all that was left was a scar. The cut had healed beautifully. My aunt could not believe her eyes!
Still another marvelous miracle experienced by my mother goes as follows:
One day, while my mother was sewing some items, we children were misbehaving. In trying to settle us down, in anger, she slapped her hand on the table right over her sewing needle. The needle broke in half. One piece remained on the table and the other piece went into the palm of her hand. She became terrified thinking the needle would travel through her bloodstream to her heart or somehow cause internal bleeding.
On Sunday, she was anointed, and at 3 a.m., while sleeping, she heard a voice say, "Wake up! The needle is coming out of your hand!" My mom was so startled that she sat up in bed and woke up my dad. She immediately tried to feel in the area where the needle had penetrated. It was not there! She turned her hand over, and while feeling around the top area of her hand, she felt a prick. She quickly pulled the needle out! Miraculously, the needle had traveled from the inside of her hand to the outside lower part of her thumb. Praise God!