Pastor John Hagee Rushed to Hospital in Critical Condition
The congregation at Cornerstone Church in San Antonio had just begun their evening prayers when the news spread like wildfire. Their beloved pastor, John Hagee, had been rushed to the hospital in critical condition. The air inside the massive church grew thick with whispers and anxious murmurs. Some dropped to their knees in prayer, while others clutched their phones, seeking any update they could find.
Hours earlier, Hagee had been delivering a powerful sermon on faith and perseverance. His voice, usually booming with conviction, had wavered slightly, but few had noticed. It wasn’t until he stepped away from the pulpit that he faltered, clutching his chest. His security team moved swiftly, helping him to a chair as the congregation gasped in alarm.
“Call an ambulance!” one of his aides shouted, dialing 911.
By the time paramedics arrived, Hagee was conscious but struggling. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he whispered, “God’s will be done.” Then, his eyes fluttered shut.
The ambulance sped through the streets of San Antonio, sirens wailing. Medical personnel worked frantically to stabilize him. His wife, Diana, rode in the front seat, hands clasped together in desperate prayer. “Please, Lord, let him stay with us a little longer.”
At Methodist Hospital, a team of doctors and nurses rushed him into the emergency room. Initial reports suggested a severe cardiac event, possibly a heart attack. Monitors beeped, voices rose in urgency, and time seemed to slow.
Outside, news vans had already gathered. The words “Breaking News” scrolled across television screens as reporters spoke in hushed, urgent tones.
“We are awaiting further details on Pastor Hagee’s condition,” a local anchor reported. “What we do know is that he was rushed here in critical condition after suffering a medical emergency.”
Hundreds of church members gathered outside, some holding candles, others reciting scriptures. Their faith was unwavering, their belief in healing unshaken.
Inside the hospital, doctors worked tirelessly. Hours passed. The world watched. Would the man who had preached about miracles now receive one himself?
Then, just past midnight, a doctor emerged to address the family. His expression was solemn, yet hopeful.
“He’s stable,” he said. “But the next 24 hours are critical.”
A collective sigh of relief spread through the waiting room. A nurse stepped out moments later, allowing Diana a brief visit. She took his hand in hers, whispering, “John, we’re all here. We’re praying. You’re not done yet.”
His fingers twitched, and though his eyes remained closed, a faint smile touched his lips.
Outside, the crowd erupted into song. “Amazing Grace” filled the night air, voices rising in unity. No matter what happened next, one thing was certain—faith would not waver.
And somewhere, even in the quiet of his hospital bed, John Hagee knew.
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