“First, He Brought a Dead Man
Back to Life — Not With Medicine,
But With Prayer”
Yet That Was Just the Beginning of the Story . . .
Now, His Candid, True Account Will
Help Bring You More Fully to Life, Too . . .
Jeff Markin was a dead man.Raising the Dead
In fact, he was officially declared dead at 8:05 a.m. in a Florida hospital emergency room.
The date was Oct. 20, 2006.
Only 53 years old, Markin was a big, burly, ordinary guy, a mechanic by trade.
And not a religious man by any means.
Heart specialist Dr. Chauncey Crandall was attending to his patients when he was summoned to the ER, but he knew his presence on the scene was not only a last resort — but also most likely a lost cause.
Jeff Markin’s heart rhythm had flat lined with cardiac arrest from a massive heart attack. A full 40 minutes had come and gone since his heart beat last. His pupils were fixed and dilated — he’d been “down” too long.
By the time Dr. Crandall arrived at the emergency room, Markin’s heart had already been shocked six times with the defibrillator. Just to make sure, his non-beating heart received a seventh shock, also to no avail. Rounds of medications and other efforts had all failed to revive the patient.
Markin’s lips, fingers, and toes had literally turned black with death from a lack of oxygen.
There was no doubt — he was dead.
After Markin died, nearly everyone left the room. Nobody wants to remain around the smells and specter of death.
While a nurse prepared Jeff Markin’s lifeless body for the morgue, Crandall remained in the room to write up his final report.
Then, once he completed his paperwork, Dr. Crandall headed toward the door to return to his own patients.
Standing in the door’s threshold, however, he was overcome with a strong feeling.
A deep-seated sense that God wanted him to turn around and pray for Markin.
At first, Dr. Crandall — a man of science — was somewhat reluctant, even embarrassed. He felt foolish.
But the request from God came to Crandall again, even more compelling this time.
So he felt called to heed the message. As Dr. Crandall put it, he felt like “God’s intercom.”
And even though the words Crandall said came through him, he had no sense of devising them — they poured from him of their own accord.
“Father God,” Crandall prayed, “I cry out for this man’s soul. If he does not know You as his Lord and Savior, raise him from the dead now, in Jesus’ name.”
Then another strange thing happened.
At first reluctant, the doctor finally did as Crandall asked, and applied the defibrillator.
Immediately, the machine registered a perfect heartbeat.
Jeff Markin started breathing on his own; his black, cyanotic toes and fingers twitched. Soon, he began to mumble.
Jeff Markin had returned from the dead.
And Dr. Chauncey Crandall would never be the same