Please tell me the name of the tree Jesus died on? I have always thought it was a Dogwood, but heard one minister say it was a pine tree. Please tell me if you know?
Faye

Jesus is everywhere:)I love you father

I believe that there is another one of Jarrell Texas. If I am correct Jarrell is the town that was completely destroyed by an F5 tornado(it was on the high end of the F5's almost making it a rare F6).
Having seen these pictures it is so wonderful to know that Jesus was with the town folk to take them home to Heaven.

Can you please tell me where the picture was taken, as I live near Parsons Kansas and Franklin when some devastating tornadoes swept through killing neighbors.
Sincerely, William York

I have no doubt Jesus being in the tornado as I myself have witnessed Him in my very living room. We had all better open our eyes and hearts.
Thanks for sharing.

HELLO, I JUST FOUND YOU PICTURE OF THE TORNADO. I HAVE BEEN ON THE INTERNET FOR 2 WEEKS DOING RESEARCH TO HELP MY SON ERIC WITH HIS SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT. I HAVE
2 CHILDREN AND THEY ATTEND A CHRISTIAN SCHOOL HERE IN WEST VIRGINIA. WE HAVE NEVER SEEN A TORNADO. MY SON IS VERY EXCITED ABOUT THEM. THIS IS WONDERFUL. I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS. AT FIRST MY LEGS WENT
NUMB. I BECAME VERY SCARED.

THIS IS TRULY AMAZING.

THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHARE THIS WITH MY SON.
VICKIE

Because God Said So

In my past, before I turned my life over to Jesus Christ completely, my life was a bit of a mess. I didn't even realize it was such a mess until I got the peace that passeth all understanding. I suffered from tornado terror syndrome or twisteritus. This is really not funny, it is really sad that I let Satan put such fear in me that it controlled my life. I found a hole somewhere to jump in if it thundered or, if I thought it might thunder within the next hour or two. I knew every stormhouse on every road that I traveled every day, just in case I needed one. I quite often left a line of customers in my checkout line at the grocery store where I worked. I quite often checked five children out of schools made of brick and drove in torrential rains like a wild woman to get them to a safe hole in the ground somewhere. I quite often stopped and knocked on total strangers doors and frantically asked if I might use their storm house. If they laughed I always felt it was my duty to let them know we were all going to be blown away at any second. Looking back, I know God was truly protecting me, not so much from tornados, but more from myself. It's a miracle we weren't all killed in a car wreck.

A few years ago I began to attend a new church in town. I slacked off from going for a couple of months, fall tornado season you know. I couldn't get that far from a storm house. I hadn't yet realized the role this church would play in changing my messed up life. Spring came and so did the tornado warnings again. The month was April, I went to sleep as I usually did with tornados, death, and destruction on my mind. I had recurring tornado nightmares throughout my life. These dreams always seemed very real.. I usually woke up screaming at least two or three times a month. When sleep came this particular night, so did the tornado. I was drivng from my home, trying to make it to a storm shelter in town. I got about half way to my destination , when the big ole black roaring tornado dropped from the sky right in front of me.This tornado was different from all the ones I had dreamed of in the past. This tornado had something in it besides flying debri. When I looked up at the twister I saw Jesus. I don't know how, I just knew it was Him. I started rising up in the center of the storm. As I did He said, "Come home my child." I said, "Do you mean I am going to die?" He said, "No come back to your earthly home." As He spoke these words, suddenly, I was back, safe and sound on the ground. As soon as I was back down, my church, with much added splendor, appeared on the right side of the road.

If anyone ask me where and why I attend church faithfully where I do, I sometime tell this story, and I sometime simply say "because, God said so." Today a factory sits where this heavenly vision appeared in my dream. I always tape a flyer from my church by the employee door. I always stretch my hand toward the factory and pray in Jesus name everytime I pass. I even got bold enough to stop in and tell the owner this tornado testimony. I took a book of my devotionals and asked if she would leave it in the employee break room. If she, or you, or anyone thinks that makes me sound like a real nut, I say remember who I once was before I had the dream. You know that person I told you about who ran from tornadoes, and lived in constant fear. Which do you think is smarter, to boldly speak the name of Jesus Christ, or to cower down in a hole always running and living with this fear that satan placed in me?

Mark 4:39 And he arose and rebuked the winds and said unto the sea, Peace be still, and the wind ceased and there was a great calm.

By Judy Parker

THIS IS A TRUE PICTURE, I KNOW THE PERSON WHO TOOK IT AND I HAVE A COPY OF THE PICTURE ALSO. IF MY MEMORY SERVES ME CORRECT I THINK THAT IT WAS CAPTURED IN FLORIDA WHERE AT THE TIME THE WOMAN WAS DRIVING DOWN THE HIGHWAY AND PULLED OVEWR AS THE TORNADO HAS PASSED AND TOOK THE PICTURE. NOT KNOWING WHAT SHE HAD WHEN THE FILM WAS BEING DEVELOPED AT ECKERDS I THINK THE GIRL WHO WAS PROCESSING THE FILM WAS STANDING AT THE SIDEOF THE MACHINE AND WHEN THAT PICTURE CAME OUT SHE SAW IT FROM THE SIDE VIEW AND WAS SHOCKED WHEN SHE SAW WHAT SHE SAW. ONLY 7 COPIES WERE MADE AND I AM FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO HAVE ONE

i have experienced some of the phenominon that you refer to as "little miracles" in my life a few times. i have no trouble believing that they do happen as i"ve also experienced the power of Jesus intervening in situations where i had no control. i've felt His healing power physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

Walter & Charlotte Beye

hi seen pic before but love it here is pic my cousin gave me she said her husbands family took it gods hands in clouds

My family was in a small house in Moore, Ok the evening of this storm. They huddled in a hallway when the F6 tornado hit our home and it exploded into a million pieces of glass, nails and splinters, all hurtled throught the air by 300 mile per hour winds. The next day, I stood in what was left of our living room and looked at the devastation. Everything in the house was damaged or destroyed, everything. Everything that is, except my wife and 3 children. They walked out of that carnage with nary a scratch on them. The hand you see reaching down is the loving hand of my blessed Lord protecting my family from harm. In terms of dollars and cents, I am not a wealthy man, but because of my God and my family, I am the richest man on earth. Praise you Jesus and thank you.