Bruce Jenner and His Confusion

Fearless Blogger Matt Walsh Says ‘Calling Bruce Jenner a Woman is an Insult to Women’

Michael Cantrell
June 2, 2015 12:12 pm download

Blogger Matt Walsh — someone I thoroughly enjoy reading and following — is pretty much fearless when it comes to speaking his mind openly on controversial topics, so it isn’t surprising to see that he’s weighed in on the recent “unveiling” of Bruce “Caitlyn” Jenner.

In Walsh’s piece he expresses some genuine concerns for what Jenner is going through mentally, noting that a lot of “transgenders” who transition often have serious regrets, and he hopes the former athlete doesn’t harm himself like so many others who undergo this transformation.

The infamous blogger then goes on to explain why calling Jenner a “woman is an insult to women.”

Here are a few selections from his post.

From TheBlaze:

Parents, be aware: soon the magazine rack in the checkout line at the supermarket will feature this profoundly disturbing image of Bruce Jenner. The picture is plastered right on the cover of the next Vanity Fair issue, and it shows Bruce dolled up in makeup and hair extensions, posing in a corset, with parts of his face, forehead, and throat shaved off for cosmetic reasons, and his chest enhanced by hormone pills, Photoshop, and silicone. The idea is to make the 65-year-old grandfather look like a college girl, but the effect is that he looks like a distorted version of neither.

For my part, I agree that a man can never lay claim to womanhood. I also agree that there is such a thing as a female brain and a female soul — and by extension female emotions and female personalities and female characteristics — but the trouble is that female brains and souls are always contained securely in female bodies. A man will never be born with a sloth’s heart or a rhino’s liver or a birch tree’s root system, just as he will never be born with a woman’s brain.

There is more to being a woman than “feminized” facial features and frilly underwear. Bruce Jenner in drag is not beautiful. Women are beautiful because they are women. Womanhood is itself beautiful. Women bring something distinct and special to the world. They fill a void and play a role that no man can.

A woman is a woman not merely because of whatever cosmetic feature a man might vaguely emulate. A woman is a woman because of her biology, which Bruce does not share and never will. A woman is a woman because of her capacity to create life and harbor it in her body until birth, which Bruce cannot do. A woman is a woman because of her soul, her mind, her perspective, her experiences, and her unique way of thinking, of loving, and of being — all things Bruce can only mimic.

A woman is a woman. She has earned that title. She pays for that title. She suffers with that title and gives life with that title and lives from conception until death and beyond with that title. She is that title. She should not be told that it’s such a flimsy thing that a man with enough money can buy his way into it. It’s demeaning and reductive, and as a father and a husband and a son and a brother, I take exception to it. I can only imagine how women might feel if they were only allowed to be open about it.

You don’t get to have a “new” self or another self or a different self or a Self 2.0. Your self is your self. It’s your being. It’s your essential personhood; your particular and unrepeated character. Your self is your body, mind, and soul. It is physically, metaphysically, spiritually, philosophically, scientifically, rationally and logically impossible for a self to change into a new self. A self can only be what it is.

Last question for the people — particularly straight men — who claim there is no real distinction between a “transgender” woman and a real woman: Would you marry a woman who used to be a man? Would you look at this “former” man and think, “I want to make him my wife?”

Answer: No. You wouldn’t. You won’t. And you know it. Instinctively, when it comes down to it, where your life and love are concerned, you recognize the difference between a biological woman in all her glory, and a castrated man in all his derangement. I’m spending thousands of words convincing you of something you know. And I know you know it. And everyone knows that everyone knows it.
Walsh finished up by saying, ” Bruce Jenner is not a woman in any sense or to any extent. And you already knew that.”

Now, take a deep breath, pause your iTunes or Spotify playlist, and listen very closely.

Do you hear that faint sound growing louder?

That’s the nutty liberals having an absolute meltdown over this, as they furiously type out their death threats and email them to Matt Walsh.

These are some very strong words, but the truth is seldom ever soft and cuddly. Still, that doesn’t mean we don’t need to hear it.

Let’s hope those that disagree manage to salvage a little human decency and disagree without wishing the man dead.

3 Reasons God Doesn’t Punish You for Your Sins Brenda Rodgers

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In my twenties I made one bad choice after another in regards to dating. Even though I was a growing Christian, I still made idols out of men and marriage. I stayed in relationships too long when I knew God was telling me to get out, and I wanted to be married so badly that I reached the point of desperation. In order to get what I wanted, I was willing to compromise my faith and myself.
At 32-years-old I got married. Even though I knew fairy tales weren’t true, like most new brides there was this secret wish that maybe I would be the exception and my fairy tale would come true. I anticipated a world of love, joy, and security. I knew there would still be some obstacles, but I thought they would be from normal life stuff, not pain from the past or dire circumstances.
Only a few weeks into marriage, the fairy tale wasn’t unfolding. Instead, it was quite the opposite. Marriage was hard and tiresome and confusing. There were many disagreements and unmet expectations. Not to mention that my new husband’s Cardiomyopathy worsened causing him to need a heart transplant. I became convinced that God was punishing me for the unwise choices I made as a single woman. I was sure this was my “quail moment” like when the Israelites complained about the manna so much that God finally gave them quail three feet deep (Numbers 11). I had spent years complaining about my singleness and yet marriage was too much for me, too.
Even though that was seven years ago, the idea that God punishes me for my sin sometimes still lingers in my mind. I’m not completely past the thought that I’m being punished when bad circumstances come my way, however, God is helping me work through this false belief by revealing to me His nature and sovereignty, and how He uses discipline and weakness to bring about His purposes.
Punishment is Contrary to the Gospel of Jesus

Punishment is payback for sin done the past. In the Old Testament, God did punish the Israelites for their sin because there had to be just retribution and the Savior had not yet come. However, with the death and resurrection of Jesus, punishment became unnecessary. Jesus died on the Cross and paid the penalty for all of our sin – past, present, and future (Hebrews 10:14, 18).
The Gospel of Jesus applies to my sin today. God has no need to punish me because my punishment was put on the life of Jesus. My debt has been paid through His blood.
God Uses Discipline to Draw Me Back to Himself

Where punishment focuses on past sin, discipline focuses on a future of more love for God. God does discipline us. This comes in the form of consequences that refocus our attention on Him. The goal is for us remember the consequence and choose a different attitude or response next time. This is what grows our love for God and moves us to become holy people, fully sanctified.
My dissatisfaction in my marriage was used to discipline me so that I could build an attitude to gratitude that had been missing in my life for many years. As I looked back, I could see how for years I was never satisfied with the blessings God had given me. I only wanted the one blessing He hadn’t given me – marriage. Then I got what I wanted, and it still wasn’t enough. This has taught me to choose gratefulness. It has also taught me that God is the only One who can satisfy me.
Hebrews 12:5-7 says, “And have you forgotten the exhortation that addresses you as sons? ‘My son, do not regard lightly the discipline of the Lord, nor be weary when reproved by him. For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives.’ It is for discipline that you have to endure. God is treating you as sons. For what son is there whom his father does not discipline?”
God Knows My Weakness and Uses It for His Glory

This has been the most profound attribute of God’s that He has shown me. The Bible tells us that God knows everything about us (Psalm 139:1-5). So if He knows everything, then He knows my sin nature; he knows my weaknesses. He knows my natural bent towards sin – what sins I am more susceptible to and what sins can get the best of me. He also knows how He can use all of them to bring about His purposes and show His glory in my life and the lives of others.
Sometimes God allows me to sin being fully aware of how He’s going to use the experience. For years I asked God why He didn’t spare me the heartache I experienced in my twenties through poor dating choices. I felt like with me it wouldn’t have taken much to get my attention. I loved God and had a willing heart, I was constantly at church, and I even read my Bible and prayed. One mentor to come into my life and speak truth could have spared me. One dramatic sermon could have woken me up. One Bible verse jumping off the page during my quiet time could have changed the course of my life. But no, God allowed me to go down the path of one wrong choice after another. God basically said, “I’m going to allow this to happen and use it to show my glory.”
I am always responsible for my sin; however, even it comes through the sovereignty of God. God has a bigger plan of redemption than just allowing me to live a quiet, secure, even sinless life. He knows that for now, sin is in this world and it will remain until He returns. So God is constantly configuring sin into His bigger plan.
Out of my tumultuous twenties has come a ministry to mentor young, single women. What I viewed as punishment with hardship in my marriage has given me a perspective in which to teach young women what to expect and how to prepare for their future marriages. As Genesis 50:20 states, “You intended to harm m14004-woman-sad-ibelieve-1200.630w.tne, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives” (NIV).
God never punishes us. He disciplines us and uses sin – our own and sin in the world – to fulfill His ultimate plan of redemption. When I think about my hardships in this way, they suddenly have purpose. I realize the person I’ve become because of them, and it’s hard to want my life to have gone any other way.
Brenda HeadshotBrenda Rodgers considers herself a “recovering single” after years as a single woman chasing after marriage instead of chasing after Jesus. Now her passion is to mentor young women to live purposefully and grow in their relationship with God and others. Brenda has been married for five years to a heart transplant hero and is the mom of a toddler girl miracle. She is also the author of the eBook Fall for Him: 25 Challenges from a Recovering Single. You can also read more on Brenda’s blog, and follow her on Twitter and

fear not

(*the info is provided from a Bible plan from the Bible app*)

If you have a problem with fear and worry, I can tell you exactly where it came from! Christians who have downloaded fear and worry onto their mental hard drive get their primary information from the devil himself. Let me be blunt here – you are listening to the wrong voice! Press the mute button and open the Bible!

The Greek word for “fear” in both the Ancient Hebrew and the Greek, implies a fleeing or a running away from something or someone. So, when the Bible instructs us to “fear not” it is in essence saying, “Don’t run away!” Very few of us actually run away physically from a situation that frightens us, but where we actually run away is in our minds.

The words “fear not” appear in tandem at least 144 times in the Bible! And when the Bible says “fear not,” it means do not run away. When you are afraid or worried, rather than running away, you need to run forward into all that God has for you. The reason that Satan tries to give you a spirit of fear is so that you will run away from the blessings and power of God. The opposite of running away is pressing forward. When you are a son or a daughter of the Most High God and know the reality of serving Christ, you press forward. Do not linger over another thought that comes from the father of all lies but press on toward the goal!

If you are running scared, you are running backwards into your past and away from the arms of God. If you are pressing ahead, you are moving toward the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus!

Knowing that you have not been given a spirit of fear from God, what has God given to you? He has given to you a spirit of power and love and a sound mind. Your mind needs to receive the message that you are one powerful chick! Did you know that the devil knows that you are powerful? He just doesn’t want you to know that you are powerful! Declare it today – out loud – and unafraid:

I will not run scared but I will press forward into all that God has for me!

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Choosing to Delight in My Children

Choosing to Delight in My Children
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My kids tickle me pink lately. My three-year-old, Eli, keeps me laughing all day long with his constant major league baseball re-enactments and endless questions of “why?” My one-year-old, Noble, has a new “first” every day. (Today, it was saying the word “grapes.”) Watching him transform from baby to big boy is a thrill. But . . . I haven’t always felt this way.
Motherhood is tough. That’s an understatement! Let me try again—motherhood is like running a marathon uphill in your church shoes (because your toddler used your sneakers as playmates in a recent game of hide-and-seek). When looking at the big picture, being a mom looks pretty great, but navigating life among endless dirty diapers, discipline hurdles, potty training, and runny noses can choke out the joy of parenting pretty easily.
What I’ve found is that this is an area where I need to grab onto God’s Truth and hold on for dear life. Psalm 127:3-5 says,
“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.”
How does this passage describe children? As a heritage from the Lord, a reward, and a blessing. In Genesis 33:5, Jacob describes his children as a gracious gift from God. Jesus Himself knew that children were a worthy investment of His time, and chastised His disciples for squelching their childlike faith (Matt. 19:13).
These are biblical points that look nice in cross-stitch, but are difficult to remember when the day in, day out strain of parenting starts to pile up on our shoulders. But when we forget that our children are a gift, we get discouraged, depressed, overwhelmed, and cranky. In fact, that is the exact state I found myself in most of the time during my first two years as a mom.
What changed? I simply made the choice to believe what God says about my kiddos, and to delight in my children because I know they’re a gift. We have a million opportunities to choose Truth every day. Choosing to live like I believe the specific Truth that my children are a blessing has made a huge difference in my life as a mother.
So, when my kids throw a tantrum (usually in front of a large crowd at church), I remind myself that my kids are a heritage from the Lord. When my house looks like it’s been turned upside down, I think about the fact that Eli and Noble are my reward, and that they matter so much more than spic ’n span floors. When I’d rather sleep in than dish out Cheerios before the sun rises, I focus on the fact that every morning with my kids is a blessing.
The bottom line is that delighting in our children is a choice. It’s a mothering lesson I wish I had learned sooner, but one I choose to remind myself of every time parenting gets hairy.
What delights you about your kids? What part of God’s Truth about children do you need to hold on tightly to today?

Bad Day? – Is Your Choice To Rise Above It!

FEBRUARY 10, 2015

How to Rise Above the Terrible-No-Good-Very-Bad-Day

“Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles of any kind come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing.” James 1:2

It was his birthday.

We had a flight to catch.

Even though it was a working trip for me, I planned to make our trip a quasi birthday celebration for him. We were still about to leave the house without our kids. That always spells me-and-you time, honey.

We were supposed to wake up and look at each other with “goo-goo” eyes, remembering how much we actually like each other, because there were no distractions.

We were supposed to travel leisurely to the airport and stop somewhere for lunch on the way.

We were supposed to have a meaningful conversation on the plane about deep, important and beautiful things while we were soaring above the clouds.

Instead …

We woke up to plumbing problems, broken suitcases and a rainy day. We rushed to the airport and searched for a parking space while listening to each other’s bellies rumble. We missed our flight and had to run to catch another one that would get us to our destination on time.

Then we sat next to each other … in complete silence … and it was his birthday.

Part of my sullen attitude was because it really was a terrible-no-good-very-bad-day.

Part of my bad attitude was frustration that this yucky day was my husband’s birthday, and I felt so badly about it not being special for him at all.

Most of my gloomy attitude was because things weren’t going as I had planned, and I was pouting.

The cramped ride on the itty-bitty plane came to an end. He helped me get my luggage out of the overhead bin, looked over at me and smiled. He walked through the airport, pulling my suitcase and his.

It was raining in our arrival city too, but he went out of his way to make sure I didn’t get too wet as we got our things into the car. On the way to our destination, he started a pleasant conversation and kept it going until we arrived.

Somewhere between the frustration of the morning and the smile in the afternoon, my husband made a decision. He made a decision to rise above that terrible-no-good-very-bad-day and find something to smile about. He made a decision to choose joy.

And while it never stopped raining, the longer-than-expected-drive-time gave us more time to chat. And stopping at the drive-thru became a romantic birthday dinner for two.

I don’t know about you, but I have lots of days that just don’t go quite the way I want. Even when I’ve done everything I can to ensure my plans don’t go awry, they still do.

Sometimes it still rains and I’m tempted to pout.

I’m tempted to throw all efforts at rising above my situation to the wind and sit and sulk in a quiet corner, lamenting the difficult parts of my day or life. And of course, some problems are a whole lot worse than rain or a delayed flight.

But watching my husband reminded me of something.

I don’t have to let the events of a terrible-no-good-very-bad-day determine my actions and attitude. Like our key verse suggests, we can choose to consider trouble as “an opportunity for great joy”(James 1:2b). Life’s challenges allow faith to be tested and endurance to grow.

Some days are just difficult. Life can be hard. And many of those difficulties happen at the most inopportune time.

However, let’s not forget that it’s in the most difficult places where we derive our deepest life lessons. Even from hard spots beautiful things grow.

We can plan, prepare and put our best foot forward, but sometimes life just happens.

Thankfully, bad days don’t have to dictate our response or the ultimate outcome.

We get to choose.

So my friend, choose joy!

Father God, Help me rise above my circumstances, choose joy and find something to smile about. Even in the midst of a difficult day, Lord, help me have a joyful heart while the experiences You allow build character in my heart and produce beauty in my life. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18, “Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” (NIV)

Do you long to be a woman whose responses aren’t dictated by circumstances? Kingdom Woman by Tony Evans and Chrystal Evans Hurst can help set your heart and mind on things above.

Stop by Chrystal Hurst’s blog for more encouragement today.

What small step can you take today to find joy in the midst of your terrible-no-good-very-bad-day(s)?

Are there people in your life who set a good example of choosing joy despite their difficulties? Ask them what they do to rise above their circumstances.

© 2015 by Chrystal Evans Hurst. All rights reserved.


No One Likes Me!
By Laura J. Bagby Sr. Producer – I was excited about hosting an intimate and fun get-together of four girls plus my roommate at the house. In preparation, I cleaned, baked cookies, and selected just the right fragrant candle and the appropriate music to set the tone. At last I was going to party with the girls!

But on the day of the party, two friends graciously bowed out due to illness and two never showed up. After trying to reach my MIA friends by phone and getting no response, I felt this sinking feeling in my heart. It was more than frustration or disappointment; it was more like a familiar chill in my soul.

As I snapped my cell phone shut and took one last look out the window at the sudden downpour that was threatening to swallow up the front yard, my secret fears began to surface: Face it, Laura, no one likes you.

I suddenly recalled a similar childhood scene. I was 8 or 9 years old, sitting on the couch in the family room of a second-story apartment in the small town of Seeheim, in what was then West Germany. My family had traveled all the way from Tennessee to spend the year in this quaint village, where I attended a German-speaking school as a second-grader. It was my birthday party celebration. The cake, party favors, and games were ready. All that was lacking now were the guests. And they were late.

So I waited. And as I waited, I watched the swirling rain thorough the big windows and felt a bit like that soggy mess. Surely the rain wasn’t keeping my friends away, I pondered nervously. It’s just rain, after all.

But soon my party was washed out and I was feeling washed up. No one came.

Oh sure, some of the children stopped by just long enough to give a gift and quickly wish me well before leaving to go somewhere more important, including my crush, Sven, who I had guessed would rather spend time with the beautiful and girly Claudia than gangly, awkward, foreign-girl me. Even getting a silver bracelet from my not-so-secret admirer Stephan did little to cheer my mood. He was, after all, a big nuisance, not popular, and not attractive.

Other than these two brief encounters, no one else showed up. No explanation. No “Sorry, I can’t make it.” Just a big cosmic YOU ARE NOT LOVEABLE message driven into my young spirit.

And it was more than I could take. No one wants me, I cried inwardly. My mother was wonderfully compassionate that day, telling me in her English way, “Never mind, Darling,” and giving me a hug and that I-love-you-anyway look. But I was inconsolable. I wanted to be liked by my peers; no, I needed to be liked by them. I appreciated my mother’s efforts, but the answer I got that day stuck in my head, and it would continue to resonate in my heart for much of my growing-up years, defining my value.

The word came in different forms, like being picked last for a sports game in gym class, or not making the final cut in the cheerleading tryouts in junior high, or not having a date to a school dance in high school. But the effect was always the same: rejection. Laura, you aren’t acceptable is what I felt.

And here I was now in adulthood, fully able to operate effectively as a hostess and a friend, feeling less than because a couple of gals didn’t make my party.

A completely illogical and ridiculous reaction, but it felt so much like my childhood memory that I accepted these feelings as fact.

But those feelings weren’t the truth at all. In fact, reality should have told me otherwise because these friends of mine would never have thought that about me. Instead, they would have seriously questioned my insecurities, had they known them, and offered these encouraging replies:

“Unloveable? Laura? No way!”
“Incapable of throwing a successful party? Not on your life!”
“Unpopular? You are kidding. Lots of people like Laura.”

The night of my party, I finally had to come to the realization that I could either let my feelings take over and plummet into self-pity, or I could revise my perspective in light of what was true: my friends hadn’t rejected me intentionally; they were simply busy or sick. Their unavailability didn’t have anything to do with them not liking me. Yes, it hurt not to see them. But I didn’t have to let those circumstances define me.

And even if my friends ever rejected me for some reason, God still loves me. People can be fickle, but God is always faithful. He knows my inward parts and still calls me His beloved. He died for me even while I was lost in my sinfulness. He offers me new mercies every morning. He comes to save me, not condemn me. And that knowledge is even more powerful than anything any person could ever say to me or do for me.

Once I came to that conclusion, I was able to rejoin my roommate undeterred. She and I had a wonderful time, and the evening turned out to be a real blessing. That would have never happened had I wallowed in my distress.

Now it’s your turn. What lie is niggling at you? Is it that you aren’t beautiful or you aren’t successful? Maybe you heard that you wouldn’t amount to anything or that you would always be a disappointment. Maybe you believed you had to be the strong one and could never show your vulnerability. Or perhaps you came to believe that you were the helpless victim who could not overcome.

Here is what I am learning. These words that we hear in our heads have to be weighed by God’s Word. We are not obligated to accept every thought as truth. We must distinguish between the garbage and the gems.

As it says in 2 Corinthians 10:5, “We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ” (NIV).

We don’t just blindly accept whatever fleeting notion enters our heads. We actively wage war by binding and gagging incorrect thoughts. We give those ideas no room to move around in our brains. We give them no authority to affect our subsequent emotions and actions.

How exactly do we recognize which thoughts are wrong and which thoughts are right? We have a standard called the Word of God. This is why Paul writes in Romans 12:2, “And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect (NASB, emphasis mine).

There are two important points that I would glean from that verse. First, our minds have to be reprogrammed. We just can’t trust ourselves to believe correctly without a continual relationship with Jesus Christ that includes reading the Bible. Our culture isn’t right about what we should think or feel about ourselves. We can easily internalize ideas that simply aren’t pure, good, or true, like I had done the night of that party. Second, once we get enlightened by the Word of God, we can recognize what’s right-on thinking and right-on actions and what isn’t. We realize that God is for us and not against us. We are able to see God’s good plan for us like Jeremiah laid out in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (NIV).

Let’s begin to reclaim the avenues of our mind in light of Christ. Let’s be careful to do as 1 John 4:1 says, and that is to test every spirit to make sure that the source of the message is God. Remember, we can’t assume that everything that gets spoken into our lives is the Lord.

Let’s put into practice the principles in Philippians 4:8 : “Summing it all up, friends, I’d say you’ll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse” ( The Message).

I pray that you and I together would come to understand just how high and wide and long and deep the love of God truly is for us (Ephesians 3:18). For once we come to understand this, we will be less prone to fall for those lies that tell us otherwise.

And as we continue in our close walk with the Lord, listening to and obeying Him, He will reveal who we truly are: loved, accepted, and complete in Him.

Jump Started by the Holy Spirit’: Teen Dead for 45 Minutes Comes Back to Life as Mother Prays

Jump Started by the Holy Spirit’: Teen Dead for 45 Minutes Comes Back to Life as Mother Prays

By Heather Clark |

 A Missouri teen who was dead for 45 minutes after an accident on Lake Sainte Louise is now alive and well thanks to the power of God and the prayers of his mother.

John Smith, 14, was playing with two other friends on the lake two weeks ago when they fell through the ice. By the time rescuers arrived, one of the boys had almost climbed out the water and the second was hanging on to a chunk of ice, but Smith couldn’t be found. It took 15 minutes for paramedics to locate him.

Smith was transported to St. Joseph Hospital, where CPR was performed for nearly half an hour on the teen without success. Doctors weren’t sure how long they should keep trying; he had been clinically dead for 45 minutes and had an internal temperature of 88 degrees.

Dr. Ken Sutterer, a Christian whose daughter attends the same Christian school as Smith, called Smith’s mother, Joyce, into the room to break the news.

But Smith didn’t take no for an answer.

“She started praying loudly,” Sutterer told local television station KDSK.

“I don’t remember what all I said,” Joyce Smith said. “But I remember, ‘Holy God, please send your Holy Spirit to save my son. I want my son, please save him.’”

But it was within a matter of minutes following her prayer that a miracle happened.

“[A]ll of a sudden I heard them saying, ‘We got a pulse; we got a pulse,’” Smith recalled.

Sutterer was so amazed by the situation that he wrote a letter to process what he had just witnessed.

“His heart was jump started by the Holy Spirit listening to the request of his praying mother,” he wrote.

Smith was airlifted to Cardinal Glennon Children’s Medical Center for further treatment, but concerns still remained over how much brain function he would have since he had gone without oxygen for so long. Amazingly, he suffered no brain damage and within 48 hours, Smith opened his eyes and responded perfectly to questions from doctors.

“It’s a bonafide miracle,” said Dr. Jeremy Garrett, who tested Smith’s brain function.

On Wednesday, following a time of rehabilitation in the hospital, Smith went home.

“I don’t remember much about it to be honest,” he told reporters. “Hearing what the doctors and the paramedics said, I’m pretty surprised at the outcome.”

“I’m surprised I’m alive, but it’s a real miracle that I’m alive, and I thank God I’m alive,” Smith continued. “There’s a reason I’m alive, so I’m just going to kind of follow what God has in store for me throughout my life.”