The muggy silence that hung outside my bedroom window that August night in 1982 was pierced by the telephone ringing. A baby call. My mother was a baby-catcher (a mid-wife) and whenever the call came, she went. Too young to stay at home by myself, I went with her although I wanted nothing to do with the business of labor and delivery. I planned to draw or sleep as Mother worked. But on that night, as storm clouds burst overhead knocking power out for miles around, nothing went as planned.

“Pearl, I need you. Now,” Mother called me to the birthing bedside where she carefully placed a tiny baby in my arms. “Wrap him nice and tight and hold him,” she said urgently.

“But Mother,” I protested, “he’s not…I can’t…”

“Pray Pearl. Just pray,” was all she said.

I settled into a chair and stared into his perfect little face. I was captivated. The storm outside and the room around me faded away. All of a sudden, I felt myself falling, tilting, slipping sideways. Unable to stop, my only thought was, “Hold on to the baby. Hold on…”

What happens next is astonishing. Pearl’s journey into the heavenly realm and back again not only transforms her life but that of her family, her friends and her entire town. As you read this incredible tale, you will discover the beautiful consequences of getting a glimpse into eternity. And maybe, just maybe, your life will be transformed as well as you discover The Baby Catcher Gate.