Uncle Rulon, as I knew Rulon Allred to be, was as close to God as any man could be in my young eyes, and I was in complete awe of him.
His thick, white hair, soft blue eyes and gentle voice, gave him an angelic resemblance. We didn’t see him as often as we would like and when we did, his words and presence were precious. On his visits from Utah we felt truly honored and blessed. When he spoke, all who knew him listened intently, hanging on his every breath as though his words were directly the word of God and God spoke through him on our behalf. His instructions were God’s instructions and his voice the voice of God. We felt fortunate to have several of his wives living among us, and on occasion that he came to visit them, he shared his messages of truth and revelation with the rest of us. Not only did Uncle Rulon have the highest order of the priesthood but he also inherited the keys to God’s kingdom from his predecessor, which made him a virtual superman.
In my book, Fly Fly Away, I share the story of my sister Hannah’s drowning and near-death experience in the pond at one of Rulon’s homes on The Ranch.
… Learning of the situation, Uncle Rulon ran from the house and began performing CPR on Hannah, but to no avail. There was no heartbeat, no pulse and no sign of life. Then he did the one thing he knew would help. He laid his hands upon Hannah’s head, and prayed to the Lord to spare her young life as we all stood silently bowing our heads in reverent faith and prayer. Moments later she began coughing and sputtering back to life. While she sat on the ground crying over the trauma of the near death experience, the rest of us praised God, for we knew in that moment we had surely witnessed a miracle…
Moments like this solidified my parent’s faith in their religion and in the man who we knew as the one-and-only mouthpiece of God.
As a child, men with the priesthood had the healing power that miracles are made of. This reverence to men and their unlimited power led some men to use their power as a means of control. Now of course I know that a man and his priesthood have nothing to do with miracles. Both men and women are equally capable of magnificent works of faith, without anointed oil, without special privileges, without secret hand-gestures and without priesthood.
Yes, I do think miracles can happen, especially when many minds, and not just one superior mind, are focused on the end result. There is power in numbers and unified fields of thought. In my sister’s case, her near-death experience and return-to-life was her choice, and not one made by any of the rest of us, not even the chosen man of God.
Stay tuned for the rest of the story!
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