The Miracle of My Anointing – Part 1

Jeff H. Ulrich as a baby in the hands of God.

In 1966, I was born without my sense of sight.

I was but a speck on the horizon of my mother’s womb, surely, whence I first beheld the world of unseen beauty. In the distance, I could have heard her beckon me to that place where vivid whispers from sources of light and shadow are like paint on canvas; the sophistication of artwork in such an acoustic gallery is beyond the spectrum of perfect eyes.

I had entered a realm of such possibility.

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While I have since lived most of my years with partial sight, the overall gift of other acuities has made possible my exceeding life experience and, thus, it has heightened my hindsight perspective; and I do not believe that I would have come so far had God not once advantaged me with the full handicap of total blindness.  I pray that, by my true story, you would be so inspired to faith in the One who touched me and made me whole.

To the day when I captured my parents’ remembrances of my birth and infancy, their accounts had been consistent and, in and of themselves, corroborative of each other. During and after their marriage that bitterly ended in my twenties, they had otherwise been quite disagreeable toward one another. But their collective memory of my first year – presented in large part by my father in a letter that he wrote in 2012 – had clearly endured with details that ring true with accounts of old acquaintances as well as lend explanation for aspects of my capability.


At birth, I reportedly appeared to be a healthy 7.69 lb. baby boy and, after a normal stay at the hospital, my parents and much-older brother brought me home to commence with their adjustment to me as a baby and newfound family member.  But they began to wonder, within a few days, if I could see them; when they would quietly walk into my room and approach my crib, my eyes would be open and fixed and, when they would make a noise or speak my name, I would jerk as though they had surprised me.  My eyesight problem was becoming evident and, after four months, our family doctor referred us to a specialist.

After an extensive examination, the Ophthalmologist advised that my retina had not developed properly.  He concluded that I could do no better than to distinguish daylight from darkness and that I could only detect shadows.  When we returned two months later and, as I sat on my father’s lap, the doctor tested my response by waving a toy light pen near to my face and by toggling a small light in a far corner of the room . . . but to no avail.  The doctor had confirmed that, in fact, I had been blind since my birth and, after his genetic analysis, he explained that my condition is one that is maternally hereditary, suffered only by male offspring, and had been passed down to me after four generations.

My retinas were so underdeveloped and deformed” at birth that, until I was almost one year old, “I could only distinguish between light and darkness.
The Hope in Personal Apocalypse (THIPA), Chapter 2

My doctor then recommended that, when I would turn four years of age, I should be admitted to a school for the blind where, away from my home and family, I would reside in its institutional care for months at a time.

Although I had more than three years before my parents would send me away for special schooling, I would already well apply my functional means to interact and develop.  The guiding hand of my mother had been orienting my reach and made proper my handling of bottles, pacifiers, toys, and – of course I could never forget – my childhood dog who, as my little playmate, would unwittingly boost my listening and mobility skills when he would entice me to pursue him, squeeze myself behind furniture, and persist until I could anticipate and duck unscathed beneath surfaces throughout the house during high-speed chases.  And my hearing became so acute that, at nearly six months, I once did notice the subtle sound of a mechanical problem in our car and had already the language skills to more than beg the question, “What’s that noise?”  But I was so alert and sensitive that I would be troubled and, therefore, would cry if, for too long during the day, I could not hear familiar voices or movement in the house; a world to me without such ambience would have felt cold as isolation of pitch-black solitariness.

I learned how to crawl, walk, and run without my sense of sight.
THIPA, Chapter 2


There was a realm of possibility where my parents would enter with their utmost disappointments in and concerns for my well-being.  In the weeks that followed my diagnosis and prognosis, the righteous-seeking people of that sacred abode would together bear the burden of prayerfully lifting my need before God.

An old Wesleyan Church was the house of worship where a true servant of the Lord ministered to my parents with fellow congregants who embraced the entirety of God’s Word and who sincerely believed in the power of genuine prayer.  And the Pastor would be quick to say in response to prayers and faith that, not he but, God is the One who answers and does the good work.

… your faith has made you well.
Luke 18:42 NASB

I was nearly a year old when, as Dad settled with Mom in a pew to hear the Pastor’s Sunday sermon, a call, “like an audible voice” but supernatural and apparent to only him – or so he thought at first – urged him to “have Jeff [me] anointed for healing.”  But Dad was so moved to interrupt and request of the Pastor anointing once, to his surprise, Mom, who was not yet aware of his experience, whispered to him that such a mysterious beckoning for the sacrament had just been spoken to her heart.

Upon the altar I was then laid as people of the Church gathered around me.

My parents had not forgotten and, as my father wrote, “would never forget the hush that came over the congregation” when I crossed my eyes as would eyes naturally cross that are not yet conditioned to focus.  They could all see me squint in wonder at my hands and their faces as, in awe, they stood of the event that they had just witnessed.  The faith of prayer warriors had become evident because of the miracle of my sight.

The Pastor put away his sermon that day to yield to the spirit of “a holy quietness” that had captivated the hearts of all who were present.  All one could occasionally hear was a whisper of praise or subtle weep of joy; for my gestures were of someone who had first-ever glimpsed the visible world of discovery where, at the feet of Jesus, such miracles are possible.  The atmosphere of reverent stillness nonetheless sustained after we and the saints around us had, eventually, retired to the pews to bask in the light of that sweet hour of answered prayer.

Continued …


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Blessings,

Jeff


* Note that this is chapter one of a series that was introduced weeks ago as, Near to Heaven’s Backyard.   And the series is to expand on my first book, The Hope in Personal Apocalypse.


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12 thoughts on “The Miracle of My Anointing – Part 1

    1. Hi, lifesavingprayers. I am blessed tonight by your presence and kind words. Sincerely, I appreciate it. This is a milestone story that I waited for years to share. I so much want it to be read by anyone who might wonder if God is so directly touching lives in these modern times and to such an effect. He had set into motion my life and for a purpose that came apparent in time; I could fill another book with the accounts. I have so much more that I am preparing to share. That was only the beginning. Note that it was part one. There is a link to part two on my Patreon and for only a dollar. I would like to crowdfund my vision for ministry so that I could do more. Check out the video if you would. See what I am up to. Even consider joining me if the goals to which I am aspiring, especially for compassion ministry, intrigue you. I have friends who are Chaplains who have worked alongside me over the years, and there is room for more who would share this vision. Thanks for being a follower. I would appreciate if you would at least tell others of me and my mission. I am very passionate about this calling. Blessings!

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      1. I will surely read part 2, good to hear from you again Jeff. Thank you for your inspirational emails last year, and fellowship up to this day. May God continue to bless your ministry. Please join me in my Prayer Countdown this week, I am praying for various miracles for all us. 🙏🏼 -lifesavingprayers JS

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      2. Awesome! And I am glad you believe in prayers for miracles. Big or small, all good are blessings from God.

        I hope to hear from you when you read part 2.

        Let me know if you would perhaps like to come together for some purpose of ministry. I would be interested in such networking with you and a select few others out here who discernibly are like-hearted. This is how my big page on Facebook was manageable even after it surpassed one million. Sadly, Facebook now suppresses Christiana and other conservatives so that I no longer reach many of actual followers. So, I am gearing up to bring an exodus to my new site away from mainstream social media. It’s been a long time coming. Time to get it going and bring along anyone who shares the calling.

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      3. Go to http://JeffUlrichLegacies.com. Click on Follow Jeff. Scroll down to Friends of Jeff. I began the one named The Christian Exchange in 2011. I post as well on the other two. They began their pages during the time when my big pages was booming but before when Facebook started to suppress the reach. We used to get hundreds of thousands of shares a post. Now we barely get hundreds because of Facebook. I so look forward to getting followers to move over to the Patreon and / or the regular site. It’s going to be a challenge.

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    1. Hi, Bella, it is so good to hear from you. I have surely praised God for what you just read. I have much more to share in the second half that comes out next Wednesday as well as many other remarkable moments that I plan to later share. I have long waited to write of certain accounts. The season is now right for me to take these steps. I know you could relate to how good timing is prayerfully determined. God bless you. I hope you are well. Feel free to email me anytime. Let me know how you are doing.

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