Oregon’s Amazing Miracle (Thomas Welch's Testimony)
The testimony you are about to read is true in every detail. God alone knows why it happened to
me, and why I was chosen to be this kind of witness to the grace and love of Jesus Christ in this 20th century. I am indebted
to Jesus beyond measure for what He did for me, and my only desire now is to be faithful and true to Him.
I find great satisfaction in living for Christ and in being a witness to His saving
and healing power. As Hebrews 13:5-8 declares: “For
He hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. So that we may bodly say, The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear
what man shall do unto me. Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever.”
I was born and raised in Northern Alberta Canada, and was the oldest of four children.
My father passed away and was buried on my eleventh birthday. Four months later my mother died and left us orphans, to be
taken care of by others. Death is very final. It takes away from us the ones we need and separates us from the ones we love
the most, and all we have left are memories. Our home was a happy home. No matter how kind others may be, they can never fully
take the place of mother and dad, especially when you were old enough to remember all the things about them that were different
from everyone else. I don’t remember ever hearing my parents quarrel. If they did, it never occurred in our presence.
I am sure they loved each other and I know they loved us children.
Mother’s father, my grandfather was a school teacher and a Lutheran minister of the old circuit rider school.
All were pioneers in a very real sense. As children, we understood what the word obedience meant. Confirmation in the Lutheran
church we accepted as an essential part of our education.
mother’s death I went to live with her brother, Uncle Sam, and Aunt Julia. She was a real fine person and treated me
like her very own. I shall always be grateful to both of them for their kindness and love to me.
As life went on many things changed. God moves in mysterious ways. In the year of
my eighteenth birthday, a very close friend and neighbor, Fin Brocke, and his wife left Canada and moved to Portland, Oregon.
Mrs, Brocke was sick a lot of the time and no doubt they thought a change would help her physically.
As time passed by, we heard they had suddenly become very religious and were going
to church every night, that Mrs. Brocke had been healed by prayer, and many other things that were hard to believe, knowing
them like I did.
So when harvest had been gathered and
the threshing season was over, a friend of mine and I decided to come to Portland and see for ourselves what this was all
about. Surely at this point in my life God was directing my steps. For various reasons I had become very hard and critical
of all religions, though I will not take the time or space here to go into this part of the story.
The Bible says, “God
is Love.” This I know is surely true, and it is very possible that no human intelligence will ever comprehend
the magnitude of the love of God until we are living with Him in eternity. At this point in my life my steps were being turned
toward the very thing I had been trying so hard to avoid. My friend and I left Canada for Oregon to see for ourselves and
on November 24, 1923 we arrived at the Brocke home in Portland.
We found that everything we had heard was true. They told us they had accepted Christ as their Saviour and that Mrs.
Brocke ahd been by prayer and faith. They certainly were a changed man and woman!
I listened to their story and was very impressed. I went to church with them many times. I liked the minister, the
Rev. John G. Lake. He was a marvelous preacher, an ex-missionary to South Africa and a world traveler, that preached a messge
of love and power to heal and deliver from sin, bondage and sickness all who would believe. I enjoyed what I heard and I was
glad for what had taken place in the lives of the Brockes, but nothing in me ever responded to what I had seen or heard. I
was dead inside to the Spirit. Certain influences in my early teens had hardened my heart and mind. I had come to some conclusions
about god and the Bible, the Lutheran doctrine on infant baptism, and so on, until I felt that if there was a God at all I
was as good as He.
The Gospel that Dr. Lake preached was
wonderful if it were true, but I never could believe it was for me. The influences of the past were too strong to dismiss,
even though I would have liked to believe this.
on through the winter with the Brockes. He was the chief engineer at the Bridl Veil Lumber Company on Larch Mountain, thirty
miles east of Portland. That was a large steam-operated sawmill and logging company, which employed over 150 men in the combined
operations. The Brockes had a home in Portland and also a place at the mill.
The 1st of July, 1924 I got a job as engineer’s helper with Mrs. Brocke. Now, what I am about to tell happened
on Monday, the day I started working at the mill, at one-thirty in the afternoon. We were sawing “Jap squares,”
which in turn were flumed down the mountain in a trough filled with running water to the planer on the Columbia River, in
the town of Bridal Veil. The stream that supplied the mill with water had a dam across it to provide water for the boilers,
the log pond, and the flume to carry the lumber to Bridal Veil, a distance of four miles down the mountain.
The trestle over this dam was 55 feet above the water. I went out on the trestle to
straighten out some timbers which were crossed and not moving on a conveyor. Suddenly I fell off the trestle and tumbled down
between the timbers and into the pond, which was 10 feet deep. An engineer sitting in the cab of his locomotive unloading
logs into the pond saw me fall. I landed on my head on the first beam 30 feet down, and then tumbled from one beam to another
until I fell into the water and disappeared from his view.
were 70 men working in and around the mill at that time. The mill was shut down then and every available man was called to
search for my body, according to the testimonies of these men. The search went on for forty-five minutes to one hour before
I was finally found by M.J.H. Gunderson, who has written his own account of this to verify the facts of this testimony.
Here is related my experience with death, the things I saw nd heard
and did during this hour the men were searching the waters of the pond for my body:
I was dead as far as this world is concerned. But I was alive in another world. There was no lost time. I learned
more in that hour out of my body than I could ever learn while in this body. All I remember is falling over the edge of the
trestle. The locomotive engineer watched me go all the way down into the water.
The next thing I knew I was standing near a shoreline of a great ocean of fire. It appeared to be what the Bible
says it is in Revelation 21:8: “the lake which
bureth with fire and brimestone.” This is the most awesome sight one could ever see this side of the final
I remember more clearly than any other thing
that has ever happened to me in my lifetime every detail of every moment, what I saw and what happened during that hour I
was gone from this world. I was standing some distance from this buring, turbulent, rolling mass of blue fire. As far as my
eyes could see it was just the same. A lake of fire and brimstone. There was nobody in it. I was not in it. I saw other people
whom I had known that had died when I was thirteen years old. One was an uncle of mine who died of consumption when I was
thirteen. Another was a boy I had gone to school with who had died from cancer of the jaw that had started with an infected
tooth while he was just a young lad. He was two years older than I. We recognized each other, even though we did not speak.
They too, were looking and seemed to be perplexed and in deep thought, as though they could not believe what they saw. Their
expressions were those of bewilderment and confusion.
scene was so awesome that words simply fail. There is no way to describe it except to say we were eyewitnesses now to the
final judgment. There is no way to escape, no way out. You don’t even try to look for one. This is the prison out of
which no one can escape except by Divine intervention. I said to myself in an audible voice, “If I had known about this
I would have done anything that was required of me to escape coming to a place like this.” But I had not known.
As these thoughts were racing through my mind, I saw another man coming
by in front of us. I knew immediately who He was. He had a strong, kind, compassionate face, composed and unafraid, Master
of all He saw. It was Jesus Himself.
A great hope took
hold of me and I knew the answer to my problem was this great and wonderful Person who was moving by me there in this prison
of lost confused judgment-bound souls. I did not do anything to attract His attention. I said again to myself, “If He
would only look my way and see me, He could rescue me from this place because He would know I never understood it was like
this. He would know what to do.” He passed on by and it seemed as though He would not look my way, but just before He
passed out of sight He turned His head and looked directly at me. That is all it took. His look was enough.
In seconds I was back and entering into my body again. It was like coming in through
the door of a house. I could hear the Brockes praying minutes before I could open my eyes or say anything. I could hear and
I understood what was going on. Then suddenly life came into my body and I opened my eyes and spoke to them.
It’s easy to talk about and describe something you have seen.
I know there is a lake of fire because I have seen it. I know Jesus Christ is alive in eternity. I have seen Him. The Bible
states in Revelation 1:9-11: “I, John…was
in the Spirit on the Lord’s day, and I heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet, saying, I am Alpha and Omega,
the first and the last, and, what thou seest, write in a book.”
Among the many things John saw was the judgment, and he describes it in Revelation 20 as he saw it. In verse 10 he
says: “And the devil that deceived them was cast
into the lake of fire.” Again in Revelation 21:8, John says he saw the “lake which burneth with fire and brimstone.” This is the lake I saw,
and I am certain of this one thing, that in the end of this age at the final judgment every corrupt thing in this universe
will ultimately be cast into this lake and be forever destroyed.
I thank God for people who can pray. It was Mrs. Brocke I heard praying for me. She said, “Oh God, don’t
take Tom; he is not saved.” Presently I opened my eyes and said to them, “What happened?” I had not lost
any time; I had been gone somewhere and now I was back. Soon after this an ambulance arrived and I was taken to the Good Samaritan
Hospital in Portland.
I arrived there just before six o’clock
in the evening, was taken into surgery and my scalp was sewn with many stitches. I was put in the intensive care ward. There
was really not much the doctors could do. It was simply a matter of wait and see. I had no pain and my mind was very clear.
A special nurse was assigned to stay with me. Here is where I lay until Friday at 11:30 a.m.
During these four days and nights, I seemed to be in constant communication with the Holy Spirit.
I relived the events of my past life and the things I had seen, such as the lake of fire, Jesus coming to me there, seeing
my uncle and the boy I had been in school with, and the coming back to life again. The presence of God’s Spirit was
with me continually, and many times I spoke out loud to the Lord. The Holy Spirit helped me untangle my twisted philosophy
until I understood what was really happening to me now. He showed me what had been wrong in the past, and he helped me to
piece it all together until it made sense why this had happened to me. Then I began to ask God what He wanted in my life,
what His will for me was.
By Friday morning my broken body
was so stiff and sore I could hardly move at all. Then some time around nine o’clock the call of God came. The voice
of the Spirit can be very real. He said to me, “I
want you to tell the world what you saw, and how you came back to life.” This was a hard decision for me
to make. I knew nothing about this. How could I do it? Here I lay in the hospital bed barely able to move my right arm.
The supreme moment in my life had come. I will never forget this time
of decision. At 11:30 a.m. I had made up my mind. I had no doubts. I asked the nurse to leave me alone. This she did very
reluctantly, of course, because she knew I was helpless. But she went out.
Then I spoke out to the Presence of God that was there and said, “Lord, if this is what you want me to do,
I’ll do my best, but I cannot do it lying here. You will have to get me out of this place.”
This doesn’t sound much like a prayer, but I was talking to God now and making
a very solemn commitment. Instantly a warm, wonderful feeling like a gently breeze hit the top of my head where I was hurt
the worst and went on down through my body and out through my feet. I was instantly healed from head to foot. A suitcase with
some clothing in it had been left by my bed earlier in the week. I dressed and left the room and hurried down three flights
of stairs and was out on the street in possibly less than six minutes. The nurse never did come back in time to sound an alarm.
By this time I was afraid someone would see me and try to force me back
into the hospital, because my head was all bandaged and I was a sight fit to scare anyone, but God was with me. A close friend
of mine, Pete Burness, had a printing shop near the hospital. I had been there before and knew where it was, so I rushed to
his place and safety. Pete did not seem too surprised when I went into his printing shop. Pete had been a soldier in World
War I. He had learned to pray in the trenches. He had served with the Canadian Army under the British, and holds some of the
highest medals for bravery they have to give. All he said to me was, “Well, I see you are out.” His “calm”
really helped me then. After some conversation he gave me the keys to his car and said, “Go down to the house in the
car. I’ll ride the streetcar home today. You can’t imagine what you look like.”
I drove down to his house. I caused quite a commotion at Pete’s home when I
went in. There were several people there and of course they could not believe what they saw when I came in. However, things
quited down pretty soon and I went to a dresser in Pete’s room to see what I looked like. My hair had been cut off on
top, and there were stitches everywhere. I got all the bandages off and tried to comb what hair was left. The comb caught
in a stitch and it began to bleed. I heard some voice say these words, “You are not healed.” My
faith was being challenged. I stood there for several minutes looking at myself, and then I noticed pete’s
safety razor was lying there. I took the blade out and with a tweezers to hold the end of the stitches, I cut and pulled out
every stitch. There was no more bleeding. I was really healed and this proved it to me.
I have learned since that time that you have to be very positive in your stand against all
the negative suggestions that come to discourage your faith in a time like this. Our natural mind many times robs us of a
supernatural victory. Believe God and act whether you understand it all or not.
After some time of cleaning up, I went downtown to see the doctor that had been coming to my hospital room, a Dr.
Brewer. When I walked into his office and he saw me, he very quickly stood up. He looked so surprised and said, “Man
what in the world are you doing here?” I did not answer that because I was not sure either. Then he asked, “Are
you all right? How did you get out of the hospital?” I replied, “Doctor, I ran out. Maybe they don’t know
yet that I am gone.” He said, “Tell me what happened.”I said, “Doctor, the lord has healed me and
I am all right now.” He came close to me and pushed on my ribs that were broken and asked me, “Didn’t that
hurt?” I replied, “No.” It was true; there was no pain. “Well,” he replied, “the Lord
must have healed you. I am sure we did not. This is only four days and it takes from six weeks to two months for broken bones
to heal when everything goes well.” Then he asked, “Who removed the stitches from your head?” I said, “I
did that myself,” and told him about how I had done it.
I told him of how the Lord had dealt with me, how God had called me to go and tell this to the world. Among other things,
I knew may would ask who my doctor was and this worried me because I was beginning to wonder what he would say. So I asked
him, “What are you going to tell people who come to ask you about me?” He very simply said, “Well, if you
say God healed you, then it must have been God that healed you because I know we did not. It has been only four days.”
I never have known who or how many did go see Dr. Brewer about me. Not once has anyone ever said he denied my testimony.