Save Me

Save Me is the name of a new 30-minute “situation comedy” that debuted on NBC last week. I had been seeing commercials for it for a few weeks and I recognized the lead actress, Anne Heche. I’ve enjoyed some of her previous work and was intrigued by what appeared to be the show’s strong religious theme, especially on a big television network during a “primetime” slot. How would the show’s creators mix humor and faith? Would it work? Would anyone watch? I had to find out. On its premier night, two back-to-back episodes of Save Me aired before a rerun of old-favorite The Office, providing an hour-long sample in one sitting.

Here’s the show’s premise: Heche plays Beth, a 30-something wife and mother to a teenage daughter. She and her family live in a nice house on a charming tree-lined street. It looks ordinary. But things are about to change!

The first scene shows Beth in the middle of the night standing at her open fridge hunting for something to eat. Mascara raccoons her eyes and she’s obviously drunk. She begins to greedily devour a huge hoagie. She starts to choke. She crashes to the ground. She dies.

I’m thinking: How’s this going to work? Two minutes in and the main character is deceased. I’m wondering if she’ll come back as a spirit to hover over her family members like Touched by an Angel except hilarious. In the morning, her hunky husband comes into the kitchen to find his wife…alive! She greets him with sweet, overflowing exuberance. The audience is meant to understand this is a brand new demeanor for her. In quick flashbacks and with the help of a voiceover, we see that Beth’s life had been circling the drain. She had been partying way too hard, and making a complete fool of herself at social gatherings. Her friends are avoiding her, her daughter hates her, and she readily admits her behavior has driven her husband into the arms of another woman. Basically, she’s a sad sack of a lady: pretty on the outside but loathsome on the inside. Not at all the sort of person one might expect God to speak to directly (or, perhaps, just the sort?), but that’s exactly what Beth realizes is happening.

The audience never hears God talking to Beth. She insists that the voice is audible and, in a politically correct detail that might appeal to contemporary tastes, she describes it as “gender neutral.” She refers to its source as “He/She.” It tells her things that are about to happen or that she shouldn’t otherwise know. If any of her friends is inclined to doubt Beth’s new skill, it appears to be accompanied by an ability to channel electrical currents. When her husband’s mistress shows up on the front lawn, Beth seemingly cracks her over the head with a lightning bolt in front of an audience of neighbors.

A neighbor invites her to church, and Beth’s face lights up. If she was ever a church-goer it was a lifetime ago, but it suddenly seems to her like the best idea. The church scene is idyllic: congregants milling and chatting congenially, one strumming a guitar leading a sing-along. It’s a None’s fantasy of fellowship and good vibes. No mention is made of the denomination, but Beth instantly feels at home. She grabs the microphone to sing the hymn, baffled that she knows all the words by heart.

She confides in the minister that God is talking to her. He seems not-at-all surprised. In fact, while they’re together another congregant approaches to deliver a “message from God.” This congregant is obviously mentally ill, so the minister might assume that Beth, too, is a bit deranged.

Is this a show about a woman whose near-death hoagie choking somehow changed her brain to be more God-oriented? Or is it about a less-than-perfect suburban-mom-turned-prophet? Or both? Either way, its appearance on mainstream television raises some interesting questions. Are we hungrier for spirituality than we recognize?

This quirky show probably won’t last. Its premier at the start of the summer season is apparently a bad sign. However, the network has a handful of already-completed episodes that are supposed to air in the coming weeks. I’m curious to see where it goes.

So far, the messages God provides Beth are mundane. He/She tells her the location of her missing daughter (the park) or to return a cappuccino machine she stole from a neighbor. It’s not that this isn’t good information to help her be a more attentive mom and sympathetic friend, but I’m wondering if she’ll move from fixing her own wrecked life to helping heal her community or even the world. Can she be a real prophet if her mission never goes beyond her street?

I’m also curious to see if the show will explore why Beth had become so messed-up in the first place and how her new-found connection to the divine addresses whatever pain had worsened her predicament. Will the storylines stay superficial or will they attempt to say something profound about the human condition? Can a sitcom be used to explore faith in a meaningful way? What does it suggest that the creators of this show are even trying?

42 thoughts on “Save Me

  1. Hi Corrinna—
    Sounds like a fun show! Odd—and maybe a little troubling—I haven’t seen it advertised. I think comedy is a great way to approach faith. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the author Christopher Moore, but most of his books are riffs on common historical and religious themes, turned inside-out. A few years ago, he wrote a book called “Lamb, the Gospel According to Biff”. It tells the story of Jesus’ life through the eyes of Biff, His best friend from Nazareth. Its outrageous, (some would say borderline blasphemous), but by the time you get to the end, you realize it carries a real and positive message. Its almost subversive in its delivery. But hey, if God can take 12 ordinary working stiffs and make them Apostles, He can certainly turn comedy to His purposes as well!

  2. I think there are many people looking for a spirituality that can make sense to them and that they aren’t finding in the current Christian world.
    Because their past religious experience seems to have burnt an image of an anthropomorphic God into their brain they are quick to ascribe human qualities to a Him and find fault with the way “He” thinks. Consequently they are quick to set religious or spiritual thinking aside and may or may not play in the world of science and atheism instead or just let it go as of no consequence. Finding one’s own spiritual direction takes work and if they fall into the category of “it’s of no consequence” they will not do the required work. Most of the people I meet who fit in this category are wonderful people, quick to help when needed and nice neighbors with good families. They seem to have no thoughts about hell and damnation or guilt and sin. I admire them. Because of my life history and personality I find I have a small need for a social life. I have never been able to so call, “work a room”, introducing myself to everyone and shooting the bull here and there with this one and that. I am a comfortable loner by nature. The church I attend fills the bill for me. I enjoy the fact that I have no need to defend my beliefs nor to hang on to them when they don’t work for me. The social time is filled with hugs and handshakes, smiles and good food. Because of my education I get to teach a class or two about its teachings or some workshop I have the freedom to make up. Each day for me finds me filled with gratitude for my life, my home, my family and friends. I’m not ready to become a “None” . I still need a sense of the spiritual at a little deeper level than the “Nones” provide,

    • Frank, I think that there are also people who are searching for spirituality who think that the only place they CAN find it is in the Christian churches….and then they miss out on all the other alternative opportunities. I always appreciate how personal your replies are. I feel like we HAVE sat down over a cup of coffee—or wine (see post on Common Heart). Perhaps it is because we both seem to have found a place where we fit—at the moment!—and feel so comfortable there, that we are content to let people find their own paths. I do stay reading and commenting on Corinna’s blog because I feel that it is important for her and her readers to be reminded of the variety of opportunities out there! But it seems that people’s belief systems only change when there is personal experience involved; I’ve talked about my life story, and you have shared your history. Talking at someone doesn’t seem to work!

      BTW. You don’t sound like a “loner” so much as you sound like an introvert. I can’t imagine that you have not read Susan Cain’s book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking. It validates those of us who for years have known that we “can’t work a room”—–but we love people and making connections. We also have rich inner lives that lead us toward spirituality. I highly recommend it or others like it.

      • Yes, my friend, we have a lot in common. Probably traveled some similar roads. And, yes, I think of myself as an introvert also and I come from some deep spiritual places within. I’ve done a lot of reading over the years and probably have read Susan Cain’s book along the way. These days I prefer reading a good murder mystery or courtroom drama or autobiography or travel book. I feel like most of the “spiritual” books I have read ad nauseaum. Now is the time to simply live it and know that some things click and others don’t and it’s o.k. As I take stock of my life at age 75 I believe that the remainder of it is meant to help people open up to their own inner values and the inner truths they espouse. If it’s Jesus or Buddha or some other “leader” so be it while letting it be known that there are other mysteries of self that can be explored in yet deeper and broader ways. Each can only go where they feel comfortable and able to go. I think of a story I heard of some people only being able to go down to the ocean with a teaspoon, others take a wash tub, others an even larger vessel and we do that until we realize we are the water.

    • Frank, you don’t speak like a ‘comfortable loner’ – I would have taken you for a extrovert! You are definitely wise, gracious and non-judgmental; I bet you are a great fellow to have at social time. .. it sounds like a good place to get refreshed. The place both you and Merrill describe sounds like the kind of atmosphere I’d be interested in experiencing.

      • Frank, I have never heard that story…..”we are the water”….that’s good. And are we not also the love?

        Carmen, introverts can be difficult to recognize. We are not the shy nerds that we are made out to be! We don’t mind being loners…we ARE comfortable with it! And we can be wise, gracious, and nonjudgmental, as well as good leaders, not that you said we weren’t! We appreciate real conversations with people….not chit-chat. And we do have deep inner wells of contemplation….which is what I have recognized in Frank.

        Carmen, I do invite you to check out Quiet by Susan Cain……it is an interesting read…..and will probably be in your local library. You could just skim/peruse! Educating people about introversion is another passion of mine! And from what you have said in your posts, I think you would enjoy it. Well, that goes for others, too!

        • Hi Merrill, I will see if I can find Quiet. I think it sounds interesting. I’m actually an introvert as well (just a few notches left of center on the scale when I officially took the test). I love people and social time and friends and I can be very lively in a group, but I also need lots of time alone and in quiet.

  3. Fact check: it’s actually on NBC (not FOX). Apparently the show is running as a Summer preview (whatever that means).

    I scanned your review, but am not going to read it yet, as I wanted to watch the show first (its available for viewing on and don’t want to run the risk of accidental plot spoilage. 😦

  4. Merrill, I think you’re right about our belief systems only changing when there’s some “experience.” I’m a Christian, but I’ve had a number of experiences that I describe as being hit upside the head with a 2×4–all for which I’m very grateful, otherwise, I might still be set in concrete in some legalistic fundamentalism. btw, I’ve begun to describe some of the experiences I’ve been through and the assumptions I’ve had to un-assume. One of my 2x4s is described in the context of my time in Vietnam and in tribute to my friends there (for Memorial Day), some of whom came back in body bags and some of whom came back with a body bag encasing their hearts. I’ve barely started, and the logistics of doing it have made me appreciate Corinna in many ways besides what she writes 🙂 She gave me permission to mention my blog if any are interested. You can click on my highlighted name or go to

    Corinna, this show reminds me of a couple others. One, in which a female cop is saved from death miraculously and has some angel keep coming into her life (‘Saving Grace’). It was on a couple years ago, but is off now. It was another great actress (forgot her name) who plied her hand at a sort of religious show (I didn’t watch it.) Last year on ABC was GCB, ‘Good Christian B___es’, which most of my Christian friends were incensed over, but I thought was hilarious and not an inaccurate portrayal of certain Christian sub-cultures in the South. Under the fluff of gibes at pretentious Christians and soap opera dramatics, there was some meaty stuff that the produces were trying to communicate I think–not so much about God but about our need for God.

    I don’t anticipate seeing many successful shows that address our deeply felt spirituality.

    • Hi Walt, I need to check out Saving Grace. I love the lead actress, Holly Hunter. So it seems television shows with religious themes are not so rare afterall. Though perhaps good ones are–and I do think it’s still rare to see it among the “sitcom” genre. Probably a reason for that.

      • Probably the reason is that TV show execs are marketers…..If they don’t get enough audience, the program is cut. Probably also execs are fearful of stepping on too many toes: religious people have TVs and money….so I’m told….
        A couple past shows that made it big were “Touched by an angel” and Michael Landon’s show, “Highway to Heaven.” People seem to like non-denomination-specific shows with angels???

  5. If you’re interested in shows dealing with religious topics, I recommend Joan of Arcadia. It was on in the early or mid 2000s for 2 seasons. I was a teenage just a little younger than the character and thought the show was fantastic. I know it’s not a teen-only show because my parents watched it with me and enjoyed it.

    • Also, a few years ago on Showtime or HBO there was a show called “Dead Like Me” that was quite often hilarious despite its subject matter. It followed a group of “reapers”, people who died under unusual circumstances and had to stay on Earth to remove the souls of people who are about to die. The complication is the reapers are still physically here and have to earn a living, etc. just like everyone else. It handled the issue of the afterlife in a very interesting way.

  6. I agree with Merrill and Walt about personal experiences being the catalyst that impacts your belief systems. I haven’t seen or heard about this show – it sounds interesting – but it made me think about some times I have “heard a voice” of instruction or, whatever. Recently I heard the notion in my head that I was to send $200 to a friend (I’ll call her DA). I thought to myself, that would be strange for her to get a random check from me for $200. So I hesitated and thought to myself, ‘I need a reason.’ (This is the friend who helped me years ago come to grips with the fact that my first husband was a drug addict, and she took me in when living with him became too crazy.) So after a few days, when the thought to send her $200 persisted, a reason came to me. She had helped me take care of my brother in his last days. She had some nursing training and stayed with him. He died of AIDS encephalitis. And the anniversary of his death was this past Monday, Memorial Day. So I sent it to her with a note — “you remember, it would have been his birthday on the original Memorial Day (May 30), and I remember what you did for us.”

    She wrote me back with thanks, some of her own memories, and then told me she had a bill for $181 that she did not have the money for, and that God is good and trustworthy and teaching her to trust God.

    Speaking of God, the day my brother died I had a vision at the moment of his death of him entering heaven. It was beautiful and has been one of the most comforting “spiritual experiences” of my life. I was not with him when he died, but was driving to his house. I stopped at a stop sign and this vision came over me. Then I went on and looked at the clock. When I got to the house, he had died. The time of death was exactly at the moment of the vision.

    • Hi Ginger, Yes, thank you. Sometimes in the middle of the night when I wake up and can’t get back to sleep, I’ll get a thought usually about something I should write or how I should write it, etc. I used to get really frustrated when I couldn’t get back to sleep and my interior monologue of stress would run. Now, I try to stay really quiet in my mind and I’ll just know with great certainty that I should do this or that. I might not have embarked on this journey (the blog, etc.) if it weren’t for those middle-of-the-night moments of knowing. The trick I think is to get quiet enough to let it in and then to trust…

    • Thanks for sharing this moment with us, Ginger. We will treasure it. God does do this, without a doubt. My wife and I have both such distinct “impressions” even concerning specific amounts, and others have shared with us in the same way.. (I think they come via the Holy Spirit)…I’ve never had what I would consider a vision, but dreams….

  7. Thank you for sharing such personal experiences, Ginger. I think these are the kinds of occurrences that can’t be explained by chance or “fate”. Last month, my brother-in-law died of cancer. It was tragic any way you look at it; an incredibly nice and pleasant person, 51 years old with a 3-year-old daughter, and my sister-in-law widowed at 41. While he was ill, my wife wanted to comfort and assure him of what awaited him once he passed away, but the painkillers gave him very few lucid moments, or something always seemed to be a higher priority. Several days before he died, my wife felt the urge, (much like your need to send your friend $200), to talk to him. When she went into his room, he was very lucid and able to intelligently respond to what she was saying about Heaven, etc. As it turned out, that was the last time he was truly lucid for any amount of time. The fact she felt the need to talk to him, and that he was able to hear and understand what she said, tells me there was more at work than luck. And he was a borderline “None”, which also tells me God plays no favorites.

  8. Hi friends, I’ve been away from this place for some time, helping my mom die at home. On the morning of May 11, she said to me, “I heard from God during the night and he said he has everything prepared for me to come to him. Today will be my last day.” I didn’t believe her, because she’s been wanting to go home to heaven for quite some time and I thought it was maybe wishful thinking. But she did, indeed, leave her “earth-suit” at 10:30 that night. Near the end, we all watched as her eyes grew bigger and bigger — bigger than it is humanly possible to open one’s eyes. It was more than a bit unsettling. She was looking at something up, and the impression we all got was that whatever she was seeing was so amazing, that she was trying to stretch her eyes to take it all in.

    The program Walt mentioned, “Saving Grace”, starred Holly Hunter and while I never saw it, my mom was fascinated by it. It was certainly much grittier than “Touched by an Angel”!

    I’ve been reading your discussions and I love the kindness and warmth of many of your words. I think that far more important than WHAT we discuss here when we discuss deeply held beliefs, is HOW we discuss them. My mama would agree.


    • Hi Shelley, Then we must make an extra effort to be kind in honor of your mama. Your description of your mom’s last moments in her “earth suit” remind me of what I’ve read were Steve Jobs’ (of Apple fame) final words. He reportedly said, “Wow, wow, wow!” I’m very sorry for your loss, and happy to have you back.

    • Dear Shelley, I was struck by your moving description of your mother’s death. My mother died of cancer a couple of years ago and before she died she also opened her eyes up (and she had beautiful blue eyes) as wide as possible. It struck me very odd as she hadn’t been conscious for hours – the bedside vigil went on for 18 – and, most bizarre of all, her arms went up simultaneously, as if reaching for someone/thing. That image will be etched in my brain for the rest of my life. I am sorry for your loss. Now why am I weeping? . . .

      • Carmen,

        Sorry for your loss: death is always a painful experience, no matter the age of the deceased. Fear of death is one of the strongest motivators of men, eg it led ancient Egyptians to build those massive wonders of the ancient World, the Pyramids, even equipping them with elaborate underground luxurious and living quarters for the deceased (complete with a staff of house-hold servants, honored to be put to death to serve the Pharoah in the after-life! And we thought modern men came up with the concept of killing ourselves to get ahead in one’s careers!).

        Anyway, your description of your mom’s arms raising caught my eye, as it’s strongly-suggestive of “Lazarus’ Sign”, a not-so-well-known reflex phenomena that occurs before death in drain-dead individuals, esp after being taken off life-support:

        The anecdotal experiences shared are interesting, as it’s not common knowledge that all muscles in the body lose their ‘tone’ and relax after death (at least until rigor mortis AKA muscle break-down sets in, such that the muscles “lock” into whatever position they’re in, like the setting of Jello). Rigor mortis is a slow process that takes a few hours (being differences between individuals, depending upon their muscle build, ATP/muscle glycogen stores, etc).

        The orbicularis oculi is a sphincter (ring-like) muscle that circles the eyes, and since it controls the aperture of the lids (openess of the eyes), it often will relax into the position of a “death stare”, exceeding that seen when alive. If rigor mortis sets in, the eyes will lock into that position (or even exceed it, as the muscles shrink after death).

        Other sphincters in the body will relax at time of death as well, resulting in post-mortem urination and/or defecation (depending on the contents of the bladder and large intestine at the time of death). Defecation is not as likely, since bowel movement requires contractions of smooth muscle to move feces out of the body); liquid is much more likely to leak out in post-mortem incontinence, as the sphincter that closes the bladder loses tonus (tone).

        Even in life, people undergoing brain seizures are know to defecate/urinate themselves, since their brain temporarily loses control over the body, resulting in the observed signs (collapsing to the floor, violent tremors, defecation/urination, etc).

        It’s human nature to try to read the expressions of their loved ones after death, as if looking for signs of a painful death, suffering, etc. That’s impossible to do, even for a trained pathologist, and hence provides little insight.

        Note: all of this is information known to doctors, although it’s actually the daily grist of those who practice a branch of pathology known as forensics (the MDs depicted in the CSI TV shows, although it’s not nearly as sci-fi/hi-tech as what’s seen on TV). One of my friends is a forensic pathologist in charge of county coroner facility in the S.W. US that’s SWAMPED with illegals who die in the desert from dehydration/heat stroke while attempting to cross into the States. Although it’s talking “shop” for him, many of his non-pathologist friends (usually other MDs) pick his brains over a beer, since the changes a body goes through upon death is not exactly light conversational chit-chat that’s shared around the dinner table, due to prevalent cultural taboos (esp amongst non-MDs).

        • Thank you for that, Dave. I appreciate the scientific explanation, although it’s easy to understand how many would make another one, particularly if they are religious. The thing is, if people want to assume a ‘spiritual’ connection – and it helps – then all power to them! I am finding the varied lessons on this Blog to be most interesting and the host of instructors invigorating!

  9. Thank you all for sharing your personal spiritual experiences….this is what I have been talking about.

    The morning that my husband died, I got an early morning call from one of his close friends. He told me that James had come to him in the night and had told him that he was ready to go. I was gratefully prepared when he did, in fact, depart mid-morning, despite the fact that all the medical staff were shocked…..didn’t think that it was “his time.” I may not believe somethings, but I deeply believe in this world of the spirits. And I appreciate that my story is only one of many.

    And welcome back homewithin…..I have been missing you. Sorry for your loss. MET

    • Thanks, Shelley. A good friend of mine’s mom was getting ready to go be with the Lord. She was laying very still when she suddenly looked around the room and asked those present, “Do you see them?” “What, Mom?” my friend said. “The Angels….they’re coming to take me home.”
      I’ve heard many such stories. Kinda scary, but heart-warming at the same time….

  10. Thanks Walt. I’m glad I could be there too. I have talked to at least 3 Hospice nurses who have said that in their experiences, 90% of dying people see and talk to someone in the room who’s not physically in the room. 90%! And every experience, they say, is a positive one. I didn’t need to know this to believe in eternal life with God, but it’s certainly interesting.

  11. Dear homewithin: May the Holy Spirit keep you in peace and comfort, and joy in your mother’s passing. I cry as I write this, because I still grieve my own mother’s death, which was 20 years ago and your story brought many loving thoughts and memories to the surface.

    I really love your description of her ‘earth suit’. That is such a perfect label, lol.

    I was lucky enough to be with both my mother and my father at the moment of their death. My father died of lung cancer that reached the brain, and he was in a coma for several days. I was the only one there when he died. I remember the nurse saying, when I asked if I could stay with my father’s body “Oh yes……they often remain in the room for awhile.”

    My mother was a completely different kind of death, in that she had been revived from a heart attack and then put on machinery to live. We had to wait three days before the doctors were allowed to remove the equipment (her brain was dying all this time) and when it was gone she quietly departed after about ten minutes. The beautiful part of all of it was what went before and what happened after. She had decided, roughly two weeks before her quite out of the blue heart attack, to go to East Texas and visit with a favorite cousin. She took with her a table she’d promised to the cousin’s daughter, saying “I might die and none of you would know Frankie was supposed to get this.” She also picked out and paid for her gravestone, gave them the epitaph she wanted inscribed (She loved people), and showed them where it was to be put in the little community graveyard (beside her mother). I still cherish the memory of what she wanted them to do but knew they wouldn’t. She always said she’d like a movement sensitive monitor, with a recording, on her grave that would come on when anyone was near. The recording would say “Hi! I’m Gladys _______. How are you? Alas, the monument people did not have my mother’s sense of humor!

    When she came home it was a few days after Mother’s Day, and I stopped by on my way to work to give her her belated gift. She was exuberantly happy. Happier and more physically affectionate than I’d ever seen her (life had been often and deeply tragic for her from an early age). We were to have dinner that weekend. That night we got a phone call from my husband’s mother – who lived about six blocks from us, saying Gladys had called thinking she might be having a heart attack. My mother-in-law said “Hang up and call Patti!” then called us. We lived only a block away from my mother and got there within roughly 10 minutes. We worked on resuscitating her til the pm’s came and took her to the hospital.

    I will always and forever believe that the Holy Spirit had been gently preparing my mother for her death, and helped her take care of ‘loose ends’ she would have hated leaving. Another source of comfort was that our last moments together were deeply loving and affectionate – something my mother had difficulty showing.

    But the happiest part of the story (to me) is what happened a year later. I had a lot of difficulty dealing with my loss and was not healing very well. One night I dreamed that I was frantically looking for my mother all around the HUGE DFW airport. I kept rushing around shouting “Mamma???? Mama??” Suddenly I saw her – sitting in the midst of a pack of her very best BFF’s (a group of women whom she’d worked and socialized with in a club for 30 years). She was talking and laughing and having a blast. When I found her, she looked up at me, smiled and with both laughter and chiding said “WELL??? What do you want? I’m busy, lol.”

    I woke at that moment with this huge, ear to ear grin on my face and my healing began that day. It was the first anniversary of her death.

    homewithin, I hope your healing is gentle and the Holy Spirit surrounds you with comfort.

    And thank all of you on this post for the thoughts and stories you have shared. There are those who will say we are crazies looking only to delude ourselves with false comfort. That it’s all in our heads, and we are making up stories to make us feel better. All of us who have had these experiences know that they cannot be ‘proved’. Neither can they be tarnished by the disbelief of anyone who has not experienced both this sorrow and this joy.

    Somehow, I don’t think that this is anything that can be captured adequately in a TV show Corinna. But that won’t stop Hollywood from trying. As far as I am concerned, they could not possibly produce anything as wondrous as the truth.

    I don’t watch TV practically at all, so I’m not much use discussing “Saved”. BUT, as usual, I really enjoy the discussions that spring up around your blog. Keep writing.

    Yours in Christ

    • Hi Patti–

      What a great story about your Mom. I havem’t seen any motion sensors, yet, but Hollywood Forver has somethng close–LOL:

      “Visitors use unique touch screens and consoles throughout the cemetery to view individual LifeStories™. Every LifeStory™ is captured forever as part of our permanent collection. Provided to the family on DVD and VHS, LifeStories™ are also available through the internet at”

    • Patti said:
      “And thank all of you on this post for the thoughts and stories you have shared. There are those who will say we are crazies looking only to delude ourselves with false comfort. That it’s all in our heads, and we are making up stories to make us feel better. All of us who have had these experiences know that they cannot be ‘proved’. Neither can they be tarnished by the disbelief of anyone who has not experienced both this sorrow and this joy.”

      Excellent point, Patti. I think a good number of first-person “near death” stories are the result of physical and mental aberrations linked to trauma, but there are too many observaitons by friends and familes to be so easiy disimissed. They also tend to cross beliefs, cultures and generations. Maybe, in what would otherwise be the worst time for family members, God offers these glimpses of the afterlife as a way of assuring us our loved ones are truly happy.

  12. Who would have thought that such wonderful, intimate sharing would have erupted from Corinna’s blog on a TV show!!! I am with Patti in thinking that it is difficult to translate spirituality and spiritual experiences into a 30 minute segment of television….all of our true-life experiences have been much better than watching “Save Me!” Thanks to each of you who were willing to tell your own experiences. Merrill

  13. Ho, Patti! What a character your mom was, to request the motion sensor and recording at her gravesite! I have no doubt that the Holy Spirit was preparing her for her final journey when she made all those arrangements, and interestingly they were all for others, so God was taking care of all of you in advance too.

    Apologies to Corinna for hijacking her thread…but I sure do appreciate it!

    • I don’t think Corinna minds, do you, Corinna? This is what her blog is all about – what IS faith and how do we find/experience/relate/accept it. I also know she or any of us do not possibly mind what you call hijacking (we did, didn’t we, lol?) if it gives you comfort and lightens your heart.

      I wish you all could have met my mother. She would have been 100 in Jan. 2014, and she was a woman with a huge sense of humor and a huge mind and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay ahead of her time. She was also the primary teaching source for what I now find in my faith. That day she went into the hospital I was going through her purse. I found, on the inside pocket of her wallet, a scrap of paper on which she had written “I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.” I am not going to bother looking up the verse; I’m sure you are all familiar with it. I have no idea how long or how many times she had switched that scrap of paper, but I can easily imagine…..most of her lifetime.

      And Tim C, I just LOVE what you said is available in Hollywood Forever and I regret my mama didn’t know about it. She was buried in a very small community graveyard in a deep East Texas community where everyone was scandalized that I refused to put her coffin in a concrete box. I, in turn, scandalized them with my reply that I would have happily buried her in a cardboard box if it could have gotten her dust to dust soonest. AND that was after scandalizing the funeral director by telling him that my mama would have risen from her grave and haunted me if I’d spent $300 of her money on concrete! I would dearly have given to see their faces if mama had had her way. 🙂

      homewithin, during the coming months and years remember all the fun, silly, comic things you shared with your mother and cry with a smile on your face. It helps.

      Yours in Christ

  14. Shelley, I know what Corinna would say re ‘hijacking’ the thread….She enjoyed it as much as we all have!!! What you did is both the risk and the joy of people connecting and taking a rather serendipitous direction (don’t think I’ve used that word since the 70s).

    Patti, what a great dream and story…wish I would have known her–a lot of fun indeed!

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