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Alex Malarkey (11) is the youngest person in the world to have the Christopher Reeves surgery allowing him to breathe without a respirator. He can stand in a supportive frame for an hour at a time and, with the help of a special harness, can walk on a treadmill while helpers move his legs. He believes that he will walk on his own again.
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The boy who came back from heavenA remarkable account of miracles, angels, and life beyond this world
By KEVIN MALARKEY ALEX MALARKEY
TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.Copyright © 2010 Kevin Malarkey
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Chapter OneAT THE CROSSROADS
The straight, empty road was a deadly optical illusion.
The leaves barely clung to the old oaks lining the highway that cool November morning. As Alex and I drove to church in my old Honda civic, I finally began to relax from the sense of hurry I had felt while getting my oldest son dressed and out the door.
In our family, as in many others, getting organized to go to church involved fighting the forces of chaos. We had already been running late when Alex streaked through the house in his birthday suit to sit and watch a nature show on TV instead of getting dressed, as he had been told to do. No clothes, no breakfast, and, truthfully, no obedience to mommy all added up to strained nerves and short tempers. But much more than this was going on in our family.
Only the day before, our newborn, Ryan, had come home from the hospital. That put the count at four children, ages six and under. Can anyone truly be ready for four young children? It seemed that the best way to preserve some sense of normalcy was for at least two of us to make it to church that day.
Now, glancing into the rearview mirror, I smiled as Alex's eyes danced back at me.
"Hey, buddy, I'm glad you're with me today."
"Me too, Daddy. This is daddy-Alex time, isn't it?"
"That's right, Alex. Just you and me!"
Alex was my buddy. From the beginning, we had done everything and gone everywhere together. Never too far away were several of Alex's "barneys." Some kids have a fuzzy animal. Some kids have a security blanket. Alex had his "barneys"-small cloths he liked to chew on. Six-year-old Alex was my oldest of four-four! What a huge number! Now that was going to take some getting used to.
We drove on in silence. As if involuntarily peering into the future, my eyes fixed on the horizon, on a future that seemed filled with equal measures of richness and, frankly, uncertainty. The full weight of the responsibility of being "Daddy" to four young children pressed against me. The deep breath I unwittingly sucked in burst out in a loud exhale. I couldn't help but think about the medical bills.
We had recently switched medical insurance providers and wouldn't be covered for pregnancy for a few more months. To arrive without insurance coverage didn't make our new little boy any less wonderful, but there was no getting around it-it did make his coming brutally expensive.
Leaves blew across the highway, the evidence of a stiffening breeze. The season was changing. Everything was changing-new home, new church, new baby. Seasons-they are natural and good. We were embarking on a new season in our family-another child. It was natural and good too. Things would work out with the money. They always did. The quick refocus brought a sense of reassurance and helped me savor what had happened just yesterday: my beautiful wife, Beth, and I had filled the hours with multiple turns of holding, touching, and cooing over our newborn.
Alex hadn't wanted to.
"Come here, Alex," I said. "You're his big brother. Come hold baby Ryan."
"Daddy, I don't really want to. Can I just hold the camera? I'm not into holding babies."
I studied my oldest child for a moment and traded glances with Beth.
"Sure, Son; here, you hold the camera."
Who can figure out the mind of a little boy? He'd grow close to baby Ryan in his own time. Why force him?
Pulling into the church parking lot brought me back to the present. Beth and the new baby were now resting at home with Gracie, age two, and Aaron, four, and Alex and I were about to meet some new people. We had only attended this church a few times.
Before I left the car, it struck me in a fresh way how much I really did have to be thankful for, how much I had been blessed, how much I'd been given: we had a new member of our family at the same time we were becoming members of a new church family, having moved to a new home in the country not long before. Even though my psychotherapy private practice had been slow lately, I did have an occupation-unlike many people we knew who were struggling greatly.
But was I truly thankful? Yes, kind of ... in a general sense. The continual pressure of ever-mounting bills has a way of demanding attention, of obscuring all the good things from view, of distorting the beauty that surrounds us and fills our lives. It's like an annoying drip from the faucet that you just can't fix, or in my case, like the piercing screech of a smoke detector, warning of the smaller bills that hadn't been paid and of the mortgage payment that still hadn't been sent ... for the second month. The truth is, the cloud of that financial pressure obscured the beautiful, crisp sunshine of God's truths for me. Even so, it was Sunday, and on Sunday in our family, you go to church.
With Alex off to his class, I took a seat. I smiled politely at everyone who made eye contact as they looked for seats in the auditorium, but my mind was consumed, again, with an image of our bill basket, which seemed to glare at me every time I walked through the front door at home. The singing stopped, and suddenly I was back in the present with Pastor Gary brown opening his bible on the pulpit as he began to speak:
"We have been exploring different aspects of the character of God. God has identified Himself in scripture by using many names. Today we are considering how God has revealed Himself to us relative to our needs: Jehovah-jireh. Ensuring we have what we need is a responsibility that God takes on Himself, a message He gives by His name, which means, literally, 'the lord will provide.' Let's be clear: God didn't say He would provide for all our wants but for things He believes we need. If God has said that our needs are His concern and responsibility, why do we spend so much time being anxious?"
I felt as if there were a bull's-eye painted on my forehead with a large dart sticking into it. The sermon could have ended right there. My burden, so palpable moments before, was replaced by a lightness of spirit I hadn't known all morning. This was only my fifth visit to the church, so there was no way Pastor Brown could have consciously tailored his sermon to my situation. My head fell into my hands, and I had to smile at the timeliness of the rebuke. God is the Provider. He knows what I need. I thought again about our bill basket. First thing I'm doing when I get home is tape a big sign on the front of it: God Will Meet Our Needs.
Following the service, I got into a conversation with the children's pastor. We walked the lawn in the now-pleasant late-autumn air, discussing the vision of the pastor and staff for this church. Alex tried to be patient during this adult conversation. We exchanged glances and smiled at each other, but it was tough for my little guy to endure a conversation that, for him, felt as if it would never end. I leaned down and whispered, "Alex, you're such a good boy. Let's find a park on the way home, okay?"
A big grin signaled his approval.
A few minutes later, Alex and I made our way back to the car, now virtually alone in the parking lot. I buckled him into the backseat, but before getting behind the wheel, I let my eyes wander across the pavement to the front doors of the church building. I had come with anxiety and was leaving with hope. How could I not give thanks?
"Remember, daddy, we have to go to a park!" Alex called as I got in the driver's seat. "You bet, Alex. But you have to help me find one. Keep a sharp eye out your window."
We drove down the road looking for the elusive playground with the intensity of hunters stalking big game.
During the short drive, a cemetery came into view. I had often used the appearance of a cemetery to teach Alex that we each have a spirit. "Hey, look, Alex, a graveyard. What's in there?"
"Just bodies, daddy. Graveyards don't have people, 'cause when they die, their spirits leave their bodies and go to their new home."
"You got it, Son. Now, where's that park?"
Before long, Alex shouted, "Look, there's one. Over there!"
The car had barely stopped before Alex jumped out on a dead run to the ladders, bars, and chutes. It was only a few months back at some burger joint that Alex had lost his nerve on the top of the tube slide. There I was, squeezing my six-foot-two frame through the tunnel-dad to the rescue! Not anymore. Somehow since then, Alex had transformed into the Daredevil Kid. "Alex, be careful," I warned. "You're scaring me. Watch where you're putting your hands and feet."
Beth was usually on hand to keep a lid on things, but with her absent, I suddenly felt Alex was taking way too many risks. I had good reason. Alex was already a two-time veteran visitor to the emergency room. On his last visit, I do have to admit that Alex's timing was good. There I was in emergency, getting Alex stitched up. When the doctor was finished, I passed Alex off to his aunt and hoofed it to the birthing room to be with Beth just before Aaron arrived! The way Alex was swinging, hanging, and balancing now, it was easy to imagine another visit today.
"Daddy, look, no hands!"
"You're a champ, Alex. Now be careful." Where was my timid little Alex?
After about fifteen minutes, I started to get antsy, knowing Beth would be wondering where we were.
"Come on, buddy. We'd better get home. Mommy is already wondering what happened to us."
Between Heaven and Earth
After securing Alex in the seat directly behind mine, I pulled the strap to make sure it was tight. The next challenge was to find our way home through this unfamiliar territory-not that I didn't know how I got to the church, but finding shortcuts and exploring new roads are all part of the fun of living in a new area. I pulled out onto the road, and a short distance ahead, an intersection came into view. I began dialing my cell phone to let Beth know where we were.
"Hey, Alex, I'll bet that road will get us home. Let's take it." Though a rural road, it was bordered by several ranch-style houses with deep front yards.
Ring ... Ring ...
Stopped at the intersection with the phone to my ear, I looked both directions-as always. No oncoming traffic for at least half a mile. What I didn't know was that at this unfamiliar intersection I was not looking down a perfectly straight half-mile stretch of road. Several hundred yards ahead, just before the road curved off to the left, was a huge dip that obscured anything that might have been there. The straight, empty road was a deadly optical illusion.
"Hey, Beth, how's it going? ... Well, I got into a long conversation after the service, and then we found a park, but we're on our way home now. We should be there ..."
"Dad, I'm hungry. When are we going to be home?"
I turned to answer Alex while still on the phone with Beth. I pulled into the intersection and then ...
The deafening crunch of metal ripping metal flashed and then faded into brilliant silence. All was silence.
* * *
As unconsciousness yielded to confused awareness, my mind strove to bring order from chaos. The meager beginning of a thought forced its way into clarity: Why am I lying in a ditch next to my car? My mind raced. What is going on? With the first light of reason flickering in my still foggy mind, I sat up, bewildered. What had happened? Why was I here? Alex-he was with me, wasn't he? Where is Alex? Where is my boy?
I do not know how long I was unconscious, but several people had already run from the nearby homes to the accident site. "Lie still. don't move," someone implored. I couldn't. Every fiber of my heart was screaming, Where is Alex? now that I was on my feet, everything sounded muffled. I was moving in slow motion, as if I were walking on the bottom of a swimming pool. Over and over I yelled, "Alex, Alex, Alex!" no answer. My heart pounded out a rhythm of fear. The silence fell like a hammer but was soon pierced by the wail of sirens.
Just as my mind was being overthrown by fear, a gentle arm wrapped around my shoulder. I turned to look into the kind eyes of a total stranger.
"You've been in a car accident, son. There is a young boy still in the backseat of the car."
Firemen and policemen swarmed everywhere, concentrating on what used to be my car. Before I had a moment's thought about what I might find in the backseat, I ran over and looked. An acrid, evil smell violated my senses. Amidst thousands of glass shards, torn upholstery, and twisted metal, there sat my boy, my firstborn son, on whom his mother and father's dreams rested, still strapped in his seatbelt-still in his church clothes. He's okay, he's okay. He's been knocked unconscious and probably has a concussion, but he's going to be okay. But in that moment of desperation, what I frantically hoped was no match for harsh reality. And as I continued to stare, dread soon overcame my hope. Blood ran from a gash on Alex's forehead. And what was wrong with his head? It hung so unnaturally down to the left, bizarrely lower than it should have been. Vacant, hideously bloodshot eyes stared down.
Alex, my son ... he looks dead! I've killed my son.
An immense wave of incredulity, horror, and crushing grief loomed above me, threatening to swallow me. On the other side of the car, the paramedics worked furiously, trying to remove Alex and get him onto a stretcher, all the while attempting to establish an airway in order to get oxygen into his lungs.
Moments later, a senior medical officer consulting with the policeman who was first on the scene said, "We'll need to contact the coroner's office and cancel MedFlight."
"Yes, sir, but the chopper's already landing."
Panic stabbed my chest and breath came in short gasps as my mind raced uncontrollably through the mayhem: I'm the cause of all this. Have I killed my son? What about the people in the other car? Where did that car come from? Am I going to jail? Is Alex really dead?
*** I heard a mighty crash at the intersection only a few dozen yards from my front door. I had been a fireman and thought I might be able to help, so I sprinted toward the accident scene. When I arrived, Kevin, whom I didn't know at the time, was in a daze. People were urging him to sit down, as he was obviously disoriented. I first went up to the other car, but those people all seemed to be okay. I then went over to Kevin's car and could see that a little boy was in the backseat. I climbed in the back as best I could, but I had no idea if the little boy was dead or alive. I knew enough not to touch his head but placed my hand over his chest. There was no perceptible breathing. I'm a man of faith, so I started praying for this little guy. I also talked to him as if he could hear me, although there was no response. I said, "Hey, little guy, don't worry." And I kept praying.
"You're going to be all right."
And I kept praying.
"Don't be afraid. You just hang in there."
And I kept praying.
"You're going to make it, buddy. Help is on the way."
I didn't have any indication that Alex was alive, but I kept praying for him and his dad. Dan Tullis ***
As bystanders gathered around the organized confusion of the rescue effort, shame poured over me-the father who had caused destruction in so many lives. Were all these people secretly condemning me? They were too late. Condemnation had already invaded the very recesses of my heart. Oh God, what have I done?
Fear coursed through my body like an electrical surge. Utterly bewildered as to what to do, I turned when a hand on my right shoulder interrupted my thoughts.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 At the Crossroads 1
From Alex: I Went to Heaven 13
Chapter 2 Three Journeys 17
From Alex: I Watch from the Ceiling 29
Chapter 3 72 Hours 31
From Alex: Inside the Gates 47
Chapter 4 An Army Gathers 51
From Alex: Heaven and Earth 66
Chapter 5 Miracles, Messes, and More Miracles 69
From Alex: Angels 86
Chapter 6 We Meet Another World 89
From Alex: Angels Helping Me 114
Chapter 7 Homecomings 117
From Alex: Telling Others 144
Chapter 8 War and Peace 147
From Alex: Demons 169
Chapter 9 Endings and Beginnings 173
From Alex: I Still Visit Heaven 190
Chapter 10 The Road Ahead 193
Afterword: Questions and Answers with Alex 211
Scripture Appendix 215
Discussion Questions 225
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I was born and raised in an atheist Communist family, and one year ago, at the age of fifteen, I became a Christian. I became a Christian because I wanted to, without anyone's urging or suggestion, completely of my own free will. But even now, my parents and brother are not Christians, and that has strained our relationship on both sides. This book is truly beautiful and touching. I understand if someone is skeptical, but what I do not understand is how some of these reviewers can have such little faith in a suffering family and actually truly think that they have made up this story just for financial aid. A true Christian would never do so, nor would they so harshly accuse others of doing so. I believe this story, even if no one else in this entire world does, and I wish this family the best of hope in a future of great promise. Just have a little faith, guys...why is that so hard for you to do? God bless this family, and God bless Kevin and Alex. I, for one, strongly recommend this great book to anyone and everyone, and I truly believe Alex's story.
I picked up this book as I was browsing through the bookstore. The title captured my interest. Then reading the first two pages of the introduction made me want to read this book. And I'm so glad I read it! It is a heart-wrenching story with insights into faith and love. I really recommend this book--the story has put things into perspective in this world full of questions. I hope you will be as touched by this story as I was.
The Malarkey family had no idea that one day could change the rest of their lives, but hat is how God works a lot of the time. He like to get your attention in big ways. Often in ways at first we cannot understand. He makes it undeniable for you to see His hands in the situation very clear. The Malarkey family's story started one Sunday afternoon when Kevin and his son Alex where on their way home from church. It was on that day that a car accident left little Alex in a coma and a quadriplegic. Little did the family and those around them know, but the Lord was answering all the prayers from the prayer warriors that had formed a community of faith around the Malarkey family. Not only where the Alex's prayer army doing amazing things, but Alex while in his two month coma experienced the beauty of Heaven, God, Jesus, and was even face to face with Satan himself. Through Alex's accident and journey towards recovery the healing power and grace of the Lord can be seen moving in dramatic ways. With prayer warriors praying for Alex and God continually blessing the Malarkey family there is still hope and belief that Alex will walk again. Whether it be on this earth or in Heaven they are not sure, but they do know that the Lord will have his will in the situation. Kevin and Alex do a wonderful job with this book. You can truly feel the the love and faith they have as you read through the pages. Alex's accounts of Heaven, God, angels, and satan are truly moving. All who read this book will be humbled by Alex's faith, his love for others, and love for the Kingdom of God. We can definitely all learn something from Alex Malarkey, and strive to have the faith of this young child who has passed insurmountable odds that has given him wisdom way beyond his years. Alex in the book was concerned that his story if published would take all of the spotlight of God. He feared that the story would feel more about him and we would loose sight of what we should be focusing on. Alex, rest assured that they Lord is speaking powerfully through through the pages of this book and your life. In conclusion, this book truly is an inspiration and a testimony to the healing hand of God. It would be hard for me to believe that anyone who has heard, or will hear Alex's story to say there is not a God. I received The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven by Kevin & Alex Malarkey as a complementary review copy from Tyndale Publishers. Get this book today, it gives new meaning to "having faith like a child."
This is the most amazing and inspirational book I have ever read! I have always been a believer but this book opened my eyes to so much more. Thank you for sharing your story. I'm so happy that Alex is doing better everyday. I will continue to pray for the whole family and his army!
I thought it would be about the boy's experience in heaven, etc., but there really was very little of that. To me, the true story was how the community, and especially the church, rallied around this family in their time of need. It appears that every single need was taken care of for years, and that is a true testament of how Christians should treat others. What a blessing these people were! However, what really turned me off in this book was that after all that was done for the family, they left that church and turned to a church that seemingly could provide them even more financial support. I would sure love to know what people from the first church think of this family now. The father at times comes off as greedy, a "taker." When their roof is damaged in a storm, he talks about how he has insurance, yet then goes on and on about how people from the church fixed it for free on their free time. Why didn't he use the insurance like most people would do? I don't understand that. There was very little said about why they changed churches, but it does leave me wondering if there was some falling out or if people got tired of the family expecting others to do everything for them.
This is a true story about Alex Malarkey whom was in a terrible car accident with his father in 2004. Alex was in a coma for two months after the wreck and is now paralyzed. This story tells of the wonderful journey Alex took while in the coma and also of struggles the family had while trying to remain true to their faith. Through the prayers and diligent work of many people, the family has made it through this terrible tragedy and is able to share Alex's story. I have been touched by the Malarkey's strength and that they are remaining strong until Alex is fully healed. They have obstacles in their way at times and put their marriage last, but you can tell that this is a couple determined to stick together through anything. Alex tells of going to Heaven, seeing angels and demons, meeting with Jesus and of talking with Jesus. I did expect there to be more details than what were given in the book as far as the wonders of Heaven, and of the angels and demons. Alex does tell some things about Heaven but has been told by God that he can only reveal certain details. We all are going to have to wait to see the true beauty that Heaven holds for us on our own unfortunately. I truly believe that this little boy was watched over by angels and will be fully healed as his parents believe. He has already beaten the odds just by surviving. Although I didn't get the details of Heaven like I thought that I would, this book is a great read. It's very inspiring the way that the Malarkey family has trusted God throughout this entire journey. Alex is a true miracle, a work only that could be done by God. Bless this family and thank you for sharing Alex's wonderful, tragic journey with others. This book was provided to me free of charge from Tyndale House Publishers for my own personal review. All of the opinions are my own.
We were made for so much more than the things of this world. Sometimes we can sense it...we have a restless, dissatisfied feeling that we don't quite belong here, that this is not our final home. Yet who do you know who has been to the next world? Sure, you may have heard stories of white light and tunnels and near-death experiences. But what if there was a person who had been to Heaven - who had actually walked through the gates - and stayed long enough to learn about the things of God? Would you be interested in what he had to stay? Meet Alex Malarkey. Alex and his dad, Kevin, were in a car accident so horrific that emergency workers recommended calling the coroner to the scene for Alex. For the next two months, Alex lingered in a coma. When he finally awoke, he revealed something amazing: He had spent time in Heaven with Jesus while unconscious and had come back with astonishing revelations about what he had seen, heard, and experienced. You may be intrigued. You may be skeptical. You may be hungry to know more about what lies beyond life on earth. Join Alex on his journey... and your life may be changed forever. "Let the children come to me. Don't stop them! For the Kingdom of God belongs to those who are like these children." - Mark 10:14 (excerpt from inside cover). My Review: I have no doubt in my mind what so ever that the things Alex and his father Kevin share in their personal true story called The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven by Alex and Kevin Malarkey, is 100% true. The pictures contained in the book are so undeniable that Alex's injury that he sustained that day in the car accident with his father, should have a different outcome. He shouldn't have survived. No one with that type of injury severing their spinal colon from their skull at the base of the neck, shouldn't be alive. Yet despite all the doctors and eye witnesses, Alex continues to be a personal testimony to the amazing power of what God can do when people gather together to pray. ALL things are possible with God, not just some. And that is the point Alex is making in sharing his story in this wonderful book. It's not about him, it's about the hope that lies within all of us that have that relationship with God. The story Alex tells of his personal time in heaven is amazing even though he can't begin to accurately describe it knowing our earth and words today. The angels, the Throne Room of God, the Inner and Outer parts of Heaven, Hell and the devil and his demons are all something Alex has been given the opportunity to have the veil of the unseen world removed. He can see things now that none of us can. This is Alex's life testimony and one you can continue to view on PrayforAlex.com to see his ongoing progress, and personal pictures of the healing power of God so far in his life. He still has a way to go, but God will heal this amazing child and use him in powerful way to bring God all the glory. I was provided with a complimentary copy of this book through Tyndale House Publishers for my honest review and rate this a perfect 10 stars. It's a book you can't pass up. It will change your life forever. I know it has changed mine. This book is available in hardcover, DVD and CD. For more information on this book, the amazing authors and where to purchase your copy, click on the link below: http://mediacenter.tyndale.com/1_products/details.asp?isbn=978-1-4143-3606-0
This is an incredible book, The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven. The day I received it, I read half the book. I could not put it down. I finished it in two days and have recommended it to at least a dozen people. This family is very humble and it shows in their writing of this book This book will inspire you for the very beginning. It has increased my faith and has encouraged me greatly. Also, it will sled light on the spiritual warfare that goes on in this world. Tyndale House Publishers has provided you with a complimentary copy of this book or ARC.
If you think this is about the boy, it's not. It's all about the family an how they coped emotionally and monetarily while the boy was in a coma. The tidbits from Alex about his experience in heaven is only a few pages and the book is 160 pages. Do the math.
I really liked this book,thought it was very insightful.I just wanted to keep on reading it to see what happens to Alex and see how god touches his life.I really enjoyed this book and hope others will enjoy this book as well.
This book is not about Alex, the book is written to glorify God and the work done by God. What I can tell you is that this book has brought me closer to the Lord. Alex is an amazing individual with a supportive and loving family.
I have read many reviews on this book from what I would call Hard Hearted People who don't realize that with God all things are possible. This child was open to God and that let God work through him. God gave him a deeper look at heaven then most people experience in a near death experience. I have anjoyed what I have read so far, and will continue to read the book to it's entirety. Have an open mind and God will truely bless you for that!
I agree with the August 2010 review, after reading the book first half, I grew bored. I do not doubt his experience, only God knows the truth and Alex. The father account seems to focus more about money, debt and the family trials rather Alex's experience. This leaves you wondering with scruntiny regarding the sensationalism and purpose of this book. Praise God for Alex's healing and I'm sure he has a call on his life to save souls in a miraculous way as such as his healing. Thus far I feel bamboozled for purchasing this book. Nevertheless I' m going to finish it. Maybe the second half will be better.
Does not pass smell test. Usually love these type books but title is misleading more about Mr Malarkey and very little about Alex's story and quotes from Alex are not at all the words of a 6 year old. Not worth the money or time to read
I bought this book hoping to have the same kind of experience as I did reading 'Heaven is for Real' by Todd Burpo. This book is far from it. Alex was in a coma for two months and yet there is very little of his account of Heaven. I also found the language used not only by Alex but by his younger siblings was very far fetched. This book is told from the father's point of view--not Alex's--and has distracting narratives from various person's involved in Alex's recovery. If you are looking for a book that is describing a glimpse of Heaven, you won't find that here. You will find the father constantly complaining about lack of money. Very disappointing.
I have been a strong Christian my entire life. That being said, this book has rocked me to he core. I was crying by the end of the first chapter. What Alex and his family went through is beyond imagination. That we serve a God who is full of love, mercy and grace is something I will never take for granted again. This is a must read book! My prayers go out to Alex and his family.
In 2004, Kevin Malarkey and his six-year-old son, Alex, were in a horrible accident. No one thought Alex would live. But two months later he woke up with an amazing story to share. He talks about events that took place at the scene of the accident and at the hospital-he was unconscious in both places. He says Jesus was with him, or one if his angels, telling him that everything would be okay. This is an amazing story. I wanted to read it because it was real. I read a lot of fiction, but stories like these excite me. They validate my faith, which is always the coolest thing. My favorite parts of the book were Alex's parts. The book is mostly written from Dad's point of view. He explains what happened. The accident, going to the hospital, waiting, talking with his wife, the doctors, pastors, and friends. But Alex's words are interspersed, telling us where he was and what he was doing while everyone else was waiting. It's fascinating. I also enjoyed seeing the stories of other people-people who felt called to pray for Alex and later shared their story with his parents. God works in amazing ways. Sometimes I think we get so caught up in life, we think we know how God works. I don't think we have a clue just how much God is at work in ways we'll never see until Heaven. Ever since I read Frank Peretti's This Present Darkness, I was changed. I believe he's on to something the way he depicts angles and demons in his novel. But that's just a story. Frank made it up. But Alex's life is real. He talked with these angels, and he didn't like it when the bad ones came around. Looking to be inspired? Read this story. It will really get you thinking.
The tale of Kevin and Alex Malarkey is truly astounding and amazing and yet these mere words cannot even begin to describe this book. Once I read it I couldn't understand how could anyone ever possibly doubt the work/ existence of God! Here it is proven and slapping you right in the face!!! It's an easy read and great for the whole family and I definitely recommend it to anyone and everyone! It helps bring the soul, body, and mind peace no matter what you are going through. I was given a complimentary copy of this book by Tyndale House Publishers for review and was not required in any way to respond positive.
I was sent this book to review by the publisher for review. And all I can do is say AWESOME - and not because I was sent the book! It arrived today and I just was going to read for a little bit - well - I couldn't put it down. What an amazing testimony of faith, endurance and God's providence! It inspired me on so many personal levels. Alex is a remarkable young man as is his entire family. I read with awe the outpouring of prayer and love from the community and across the world. I know this book is going to continue the work that God began as this family stepped out in faith to share how awesome God is. And as Alex requested - while it totally shares their transparent journey through Alex's recovery and healing it most assuredly points the readers to God's power and love! I have had my eyes opened more to God's majesty here and in Heaven! I recommend this - and we are going to read it together as a family - I already shared Alex's descriptions of Angels with my 3 children.
Where do I start, I mean I only got to chapter 4 before I was to upset to read anymore. You cant get any more fake than this the way Mr. malarkkey's supposed miracle son described his injuries at age seven might I add is absolutley impossible. No child at that age could ever understand a accident like that. This one goes out to the author himself, the description of heaven is the most upsetting, lets se, did the devil make me do it, the devil sitting nezt to him telling him that he killed his som, I mean c-mon isn't this supposed to be a uplifting story. and to have the audacity to say that god would bring his son back on his terms, TO BRING GLORY TO HIS NAME!!!!!!!! now I have been a christian my entire life and the one thing that I learned from being a christian is that god doesnt want glory for any kind of miracle or good deed he does, he does it out of love and asks that you spread word of his name. By the way wasnt this family on the OPRAH show. Need I say more. If your looking for a book like this to read and to hear the trutth, there is only one book you need to read, HEAVAN IS FOR REAL would be that book not this one.
This is an awesome book. I couldnt put it down. God is sooooo good!
This book is nothing more than a father's so called account of his son's N.D.E. I completely believe in them but this book wasn't what I expected.
This book doesn't seem at all about little Alex, but is rather a self-involved tale about his dad. Heavy, plodding prose. I rarely fail to finish a book, but I just couldn't slog my way through this one. A disappointment!
I really wanted this book to be a description of Heaven and the story of what the child experienced when he was there. However, it was pretty much the father telling the story with sprinklings of the child's experience. That being said, it was still an amazing book showing us that a six-year-old paraplegic child is so in-tune with God and has so much to share with us. Due to all of the prayer from an army and everyone's strong beliefs in God, you don't feel pity for the family.
I just found out this book was not true. The boy made it all up for attention. It really makes me angry. I lost my only child at the age of 16 and I thought his would be a uplifting story and give me hope as to what my son would be seeing. Just makes me sick to know someone would do this. Do they not have people check stories before they are written ?