Divine Love's Physical Healings
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VII. Divine Love's Physical Healings
by Bill Hunt
Mary and I heard about God's wonderful healing power when Penny came to Maine! Mary's friend experienced a new relationship with God, and she effervesced to tell us about it.
For three days and nights, on the first three days of a New Year, she taught about the genuineness of God's saving love, the personal redemption of his Son Jesus, and the wonderfulness of his healing power. She led us in prayers of personal repentance and salvation. Late into each night we talked excitedly about the Lord until 3:00 am. Her visit completely changed our lives!
Within just a few months, I attended a spiritual conference in Augusta, not forgetting the teachings of our friend. A lovely woman there continually suffered for two years from chronic internal hemorrhaging. The Holy Spirit did not delay. I laid hands on her head and commanded the healing in the name of Jesus. Within a short time, she returned to the room with a joyful face, walking directly toward me.
"I'm healed," she said, "completely healed!”
Soon God moved our little family to suburban Philadelphia. The first time I visited this big church, I felt like a stranger in a strange place. During the break, I overheard two women talking.
"I don't know what to do with my little boy," said one woman. "For two weeks he's suffered pain from infection in both his ears. The doctors haven't helped him, yet. He's sitting over there now, crying. I just don't know what to do."
The Spirit strongly prompted me to pray for the boy. Being a stranger, I felt great reluctance to act, but the Spirit continued his pressure on my heart.
"Lord, I'm new here. Nobody knows me.”
I stepped slowly around to the other side of the church. A little, sandy-haired, eight-year old boy sat on the steps to the altar surrounded by concerned adults. He sobbed in pain, holding both his hands over his ears.
He looked up at me with tears rolling down his cheeks. I couldn't stop the smile that came over my face as I realized how much God loved him.
God's compelling love can be irresistible. I walked toward him, knowing God would act. The people around him just stepped back and made way for me as if directed. I said nothing. Obeying God, I laid my hands on both his ears and commanded the healing in a very short prayer.
"I command you to be healed in the name of Jesus. Be open. And pain be gone."
When I let go, the little boy took his hands off his ears and excitedly began to chatter with his mother relating his victory. Everyone else just watched. I walked away, humbled.
Our family financial problems hit at the worst possible time. The birth of our baby came due, and we possessed little finances to help us. The prayer group rallied around us.
Well, we have a Blessing God. Initially, the admissions office prepared to place Mary in an open bed maternity ward in the Bryn Mawr Hospital on Philadelphia's Main Line. However, I found her very happy sitting in a nice private room, at no extra charge. She wanted "rooming in" with the baby, totally disregarding my fears that we couldn't afford it.
"Well, we have the space," said the head nurse. “And I'm the boss.”
When the new doctor in the delivery room--for his third birth--held the tiny new born, Joanna, up for me to see, I welcomed two little beautiful dark eyes.
“Hello, little one!” I said.
But something seemed strange. Her leg hung off to the side. I didn't tell Mary what I noticed. The nurse suddenly supported the baby's leg by wrapping her in a blanket and rushing her off.
When the orthopedic surgeon arrived and gave the baby a physical examination, he explained the problem.
"Your baby has a congenital hip," he said. "Her leg is loose in the hip socket. The socket is too big to hold her leg. This may take several months to heal. It may bother her for years or even the rest of her life. I will see you again in four weeks for an x-ray."
For the next four weeks, the baby wore a very thick, unsightly, foam diaper over her regular cloth diaper to support her leg. We took her home from the hospital, but that was not the end of the story!
Our large university prayer community prayed over baby Joanna. The large neighboring prayer community also prayed over baby Joanna. And when Mary attended the women's prayer meeting, they also prayed most intently over baby Joanna. A well known Philadelphia cleric, Brother Panky, happened to walk in, and he also prayed over the baby.
In four weeks, mother and baby returned for the check up with the unbelieving orthopedic surgeon.
He took an x-ray and looked at it. He looked at the leg. He pulled the leg. He turned the leg around and around in the socket as if it were a hand drill. Then he sat down in front of Mary very quiet.
"There is no difference between the left hip and the right hip!" he admitted. "Well," he said, "sometimes it comes back later in life." Mary did not accept that comment.
Of course, she also made it a point to inform the doctor that everyone had prayed over her baby. He still sat silent in his chair as Mary left the office.
(#7 True Story in series: Life is 100 Million Miracles.)
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Praise the Lord! My daughter was only four years old when they found a tumor between her lungs and under her heart. I brought the elders from my church to my home. We anointed her with oil, and prayed for Jesus to heal her. When I went to see her doctor at Stanford Hospital he asked if I was a praying woman. I said yes. Then he told me her tumor was dissipating like a cloud does and that my God could do more for her then he could. Three months later the tumor was gone. The saddest thing about this miraculous healing was when my pastor said that maybe it was only a coffee stain on the ex-ray! God is great!