Electricity has been here since God created the universe, but men didn’t know it for thousands of years. Even after they discovered it, they didn’t know how to harness it and put it to work. That took more years of work and discovery. Today we enjoy results of those discoveries – yet that power was always here.
Electricity is God’s power in the natural realm – He is the author of everything in the natural. The Holy Spirit is God’s power in the spiritual realm.
I’ve gotten hold of God’s natural power, electricity, and it shook me till my teeth rattled and my hair seemed to stand on end. A few times it knocked me down; I didn’t have any choice about it; I just fell on my knees. I had gotten hold of an unseen power. It was not unfelt – but it was unseen and unheard.
In the Spirit realm there is a supernatural power of God which is unseen and unheard. Do you suppose it is any less powerful that electricity? No, it is not.
Why do people fall under the power of God? When the natural comes into contact with the supernatural – something has to give.
Church history records that in every great move of God’s power and Spirit – people fell. Half the New Testament is written by Paul, a fellow who fell under the power.
At times in the meetings of John Wesley, founder of Methodism, hundreds of people would “fall under the power,” as it came to be known. I read his account of the first time he ever saw this manifestation. Right in the middle of his sermon, a woman sitting next to the aisle on the front row suddenly pitched out of the pew face forward onto the floor. Wesley thought she had fainted. Stopping his message, he said, “Is there a doctor in the house?”
Three doctors came forward and examined her. “There is something peculiar about this,” they concluded. “It doesn’t seem to be a physical thing. Her heart, her pulse, her respiration are normal, but she seems to be under some kind of power or spell.”
At this, a hypnotist asked permission to examine her. “I gave him leave,” the Englishman Wesley wrote. But after trying unsuccessfully to bring her around, the hypnotist said, “I don’t know what this is. It isn’t hypnotism, but it is some kind of spell.”
Some of the congregation began to ask, “Is it the devil?” And others asked, “Is it the Lord?”
“I don’t know,” Wesley said, “but when she comes out of it, whoever did it will get the glory.”
So they waited. Wesley did not resume his sermon. They just waited. After about 45 minutes, she began to stir. The first thing she said was, “Praise the Lord! Glory to God!”
“It’s the Lord! It’s the Lord!” Wesley shouted, and the Lord got the praise for it.
When the woman regained her composure, she told them Jesus had appeared to her and taken her to heaven. She recited all she had seen, and all were blessed and praised God.
In Charles Finney’s autobiography, he tells of the first time it happened in his meetings. He was Presbyterian at the time. One Sunday afternoon in Utica, New York, he had been preaching about 15 minutes when people started falling off their seats unto the floor. They fell like dead men. In a little while, 400 people were on the floor under the power of God. Finney learned later those people were unsaved – but they all got saved that day.
George Whitfield was a co-laborer with John Wesley. When he would preach, the power would fall and people would fall. This is a historical fact.
From the mini-book ‘The Glory of God‘ by Kenneth E. Hagin, pp 1
But he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up steadfastly into heaven, and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. (Acts 7: 35)
We frequently feel the glory of God in manifestation among us. And as we walk with God, we’re conscious of His glory, and we’re changed from glory to glory. But in Acts 7: 55, it says Stephen saw something. What did he see?
The Jews who heard Stephen preach this sermon in Acts 7 well understood what Stephen meant when he said he saw the glory of God. There are many references to the glory of God in the Old Testament, beginning with these from Exodus — Exodus 16: 7, 10; Exodus 40: 34,35; Leviticus 9: 4, 6, 23; Numbers 14: 10; Numbers 20: 6.
That glory is what Stephen saw, and the Jews he was preaching to, understood what he meant. They knew that the glory of the Lord had appeared and filled the House of God. They knew that it often looked like a cloud filling the House, so they understood what Stephen was talking about when he said he saw the glory of God.
Whether you ever see the glory of God in manifestation in this life, when you leave this earth, that’s where you are going: to the glory world. Psalm 73: 24 says, “Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to GLORY.”
There is a glory world, and sometimes that glory world is manifested in this world. When it is, it is by a supernatural manifestation of the power of God.
I saw the Glory
I know exactly what Stephen saw, because I saw that glory too. You know my testimony: I was born again on the twenty-second day of April, 1933, at 20 minutes to 8 o’clock, on a Saturday night, in the south bedroom of 405 North College Street, in the city of McKinney, Texas. I was bedfast then. Four months later, on August 16, 1933, the temperature reached 106° Fahrenheit (41° Celsius) in the afternoon, and that was in the shade.
We didn’t have air conditioning in those days, so the windows doors of our house were all open to get a little breeze if there was any. But my body was so cold that my family borrowed hot water bottles from the neighbors and placed them around by body, trying to warm me up! They also placed heated bricks wrapped in newspaper and blankets around me.
I knew all morning that I was dying. At 1.30 in the afternoon, my little brother, who was 9 years old was standing by my bed as death fastened its final throes upon my body. I said to him, “Run and get Momma – quick! I want to tell her goodbye. I’m dying.” He ran out of the room like a shot, and that whole room suddenly was filled with a cloud that was brighter than the sun shining on snow. The whole room was filled with that glory.
I left my body and I ascended. You see, if you’re a Christian when you leave here, you go up. If you’re a sinner when you leave here, you go down. The Spirit of man is eternal! And there is a Spirit world!
I began to ascend in that cloud of glory, and when I got up to about where the roof of the house should be – it was a story-and-a-half building – I heard a voice speak to me in the English language. I believe it was Jesus’ voice, although I didn’t see Him. But I heard the voice, a man’s voice and it said, “Go back. Go back to the earth. You can’t come yet. Your work on earth is not done!”
I descended back down into the room. When I got back, the glory – the cloud – had lifted, and I saw my mother standing there holding my hand in hers. I seemed to leap inside my body like a man would put his foot inside his boot. When I got back inside my body. I could contact Momma, so I said, “Momma, I’m not going to die now!”
She thought I meant I wasn’t going to die at that moment, but I meant, “I’m not going to die now. I’m going to live and do the work of God.” (It was about almost a year later that I was healed as I acted upon God’s Word in faith.)
That experience was so sacred to me that I never shared it with anyone until the Lord instructed me to do so twenty-five years later, in the ‘50’s. The Lord said to me, “Begin to share that experience, and particularly in teaching on ‘What it means to believe with the Heart.’ Establish the fact that the spirit [of man] is eternal, and never dies.” So then I began to relate that experience.
In the process of time we were visiting my mother in my hometown of McKinney, Texas. She was in her late seventies then, and had been blind since I was a small boy. She said, “Son, I heard you teaching on the radio, and I heard you relate that experience. I didn’t know about it.”
I replied, “Momma, I never told it for many, many years – a quarter of a century – because it was too sacred. Then the Lord said, ‘Tell it.’”
(There are one or two more outstanding experiences I have had in the Spirit world that I have not been able to share, and I don’t know whether God will let me tell about them or not in this life. We can make a great mistake when we talk about things we should be quiet about. We must be sensitive in our spirits to know and understand whether or not to share them.)
My mother told me, “The way you tell that experience, you were maybe gone a few seconds.” I said, “Well, that’s what it seemed to me – just a few seconds.”
“Well,” she said, “let me tell it to you from my standpoint and from Granny’s (Granny was her mother). Pat came running back to the kitchen, saying ‘Momma! Momma! Granny! Granny! Ken’s dying!’ I was nearer to the door, so I rushed up the hallway. When I got to your bedroom door, I couldn’t enter the room. I sensed the presence of God, so I backed up by the dining room table and bowed my head and prayed. Your Granny came running after me, and she didn’t look inside (the door was open). She tried to run through that Glory, and she bounced off it like you would bounce off a rubber ball. She couldn’t enter in.”
(Notice in our Scripture reading, the Bible says the priests could not enter in when the glory filled the House of God.)
Momma continued, “Granny backed up about halfway across the dining room and made another run at the open door – and bounced off it like you’d bounce off a giant rubber ball. Then she backed up all the way across the dining room, against the wall on the other side, and made the third run at it – and bounced off again. She couldn’t get into that room! She was almost overcome and about to fall because of the glory [notice in the Scriptures, the priests fell when they were in the glory], so she clung to the door frame.”
Momma recalled that Granny had said, “Why, Lillie, the room is filled with a cloud! I can’t see Ken. I can’t see the bed.”
And Momma said, “It was ten minutes before we could get into the room. We could not enter the room until all the cloud had lifted. I continued to stand there by the dining room table, holding onto it and praying, and Granny stood by the door, holding onto the door frame.
“Then Granny said, ‘It’s beginning to lift. I can see the chair. I can see the chest of drawers. I can see the bed. I can see Ken lying there. His body is lying there on the bed.’ But we could not enter the room until the cloud had completely lifted. Granny couldn’t enter at first because she was so overcome – so weak. But she said, ‘Well, Lillie, it’s all gone, you can enter in now.’”
Momma said, “I rushed to the bed. I picked up your hand and held it. And about that time, you said, ‘Momma, I’m not going to die now.’”
That experience was a manifestation of the glory of God, and it was sacred to me. When I thought about it, I realized that there is no such thing as time in the Spirit realm. That’s why I thought the experience lasted only a few seconds.
From that day to this, I’ve never felt sorry for Christians who die, whether they’re young, middle-aged or old. Yes I know that healing belongs to us, but we’re all going home sometime. I’ve never felt sorry for them, because I know where they went.
But, oh, it’s another story for those who don’t know the Lord!
From the book ‘Exceedingly Growing Faith‘ by Kenneth E. Hagin, pp 7
Many years ago, a fine denominational minister had an outstanding evangelistic ministry. Various denominational churches would combine their efforts and sponsor him in large city-wide meetings. He became sick, however, and by his own testimony within two years all his money was gone.
A $10,000 bank account, which was quite a bit at that time, was gone. In order to pay medical bills he had to sell his home, his car, and most of his books. He had been everywhere, including the Mayo Clinic, seeking medical help. However, he was none the better, but rather grew worse. Finally he was forced to stay in a county hospital in California. The doctors had said he would die.
He called a brother who lived in California and asked him to borrow some money for a train ticket to send him home to Texas to die. Their 83-year-old mother lived in Collin County, Texas, and he wanted to see her before he died.
His brother borrowed the money and sent the ailing minister, then in his 50’s, back to the old home place and their aged mother. A 19-year-old boy who lived on the place and did the chores became the sick man’s nurse. This required turning him, dressing him, and completely caring for him.
One day the boy said to him, “Doctor, why don’t you let the Lord heal you? The Bible says that if there is any sick among you, let him call for the elders of the church and let them pray for you.”
This minister had studied the Bible – he had been through seminary – but he did not know that it was in the Bible. He instructed the boy to go get His Bible out of the trunk and find that place.
But the boy told him that he had never learned to read. The minister asked him how he knew that it was in the Bible. His preacher had him that it was, the boy declared. And so the minister looked it up and there it was!
The boy told him that they were having a meeting under a brush arbour. There was to be a healing service that night, and the boy told the older man that if he wanted to go he would get someone to take him. The minister decided to attend, so they brought an old Model T Ford and made a bed in the back of it for him. They drove the car up as close as possible, and after the service the preacher came out, anointed him with oil, and prayed over him.
It was midnight before they got home. But when they arrived, the minister asked his mother to let the boy fire up the wood stove so that she could fry some ham and eggs. (He hadn’t had anything except baby food and soft foods for two years.)
He told his mother that he was healed. He told her that the preacher had anointed him with oil and prayed for him.
The mother said later that she thought he had lost his mind. He asked for some old-fashioned country biscuits, too, and she reasoned that since he was going to die anyway, if he ate the biscuits he would at least die happy. So she did what he wanted. She fixed the ham, the eggs, and the biscuits – and he ate what she prepared and didn’t get sick. He was healed!
He began to write articles for publication in various magazines and calls began to come in for revivals. A city-wide meeting was arranged for Kansas City.
The boy told him that before he went to that meeting he must be filled with the Holy Spirit. He said that he was ready to believe anything that the boy told him, so he asked the boy what he should do. The boy told him how.
They went to an old brush arbor meeting, and when they gave the invitation, the minister went to the altar in the sawdust, and there he received the Holy Spirit and spoke with other tongues.
This minister has long since gone to Glory, but his writings have been a blessing to many.
From the book ‘How you can be led by the Spirit of God’ by Kenneth E. Hagin, pp 97
After I had been in the ministry many years, death came and fastened itself upon my body. I know when death comes; I have been dead twice and came back. I know how it feels. Actually, I started to fall into the arms of death, when the Spirit of God came on me and lifted me up.
I heard a Voice speak. To me it was audible. I believe it was Jesus. I know that it was the Holy Spirit speaking. We discussed earlier how the Holy Spirit speaks not of Himself, but whatever He hears, that shall He speak. So the Holy Spirit head God or Jesus say this, and He repeated it.
It sounded like a man’s voice. It said, “Thou shalt not die, but thou shalt live. I want you to go teach My people faith. I have taught you faith through My Word. I have permitted you to go through certain experiences. You have learned faith both through My Word and by experience. Now go teach My people faith.”
The moment that voice ceased speaking I was perfectly well. I have endeavored to be obedient to that heavenly Voice. That is the reason I teach faith so much – I am supposed to do it.
From the book ‘Marriage, Divorce, and Remarriage’ by Kenneth E. Hagin, pp 62
In a church that I once pastored, our pianist had a sixteen-year-old daughter who could also play the piano. Now the daughter wasn’t as accomplished as the mother. The mother would play on Sunday mornings, and the daughter would play on Wednesday evenings. The mother began to have some physical problems. Her local doctor sent her away to a larger city for treatment, and they discovered she had a tumor in her lung as large as a person’s fist.
Back in 1939 this was very serious. The kind of operation she needed was risky. Doctors have learned so much since then, but at that time, the percentage of survival was small for the condition she had. So they decided to give her X-ray treatments. The treatments were supposed to shrivel the tumor. And if it didn’t diminish, then the next step was an operation. She travelled to this larger city twice a week for these treatments.
She never asked for prayer. She never asked me to anoint her with oil or lay hands on her. Her daughter would come to church and play the piano when her mother couldn’t make it and say, “Pray for Momma; she’s not feeling well.” So we all prayed for her mother in a general way. Or sometimes her husband would come to church and say, “Pray for my wife.” And we would pray for her. But she never came for special prayer.
One Sunday morning I had just finished my message and the word of the Lord came to me, “There is a woman I want to heal before you go today.” So I just spoke out to the congregation that the Lord wanted to heal a woman before we dismissed. You see, when the Lord spoke this to me, we were already standing, and I was about to dismiss everyone.
We had three sections of seats in our auditorium. A woman got up and stepped out into the aisle. She started walking down to the front. And on the inside of me, I knew she was not the one. I said, “You’re not the one, sister, but come on down and I’ll lay hands on you anyway. Healing belongs to you.”
Then about that time, I saw the woman who played the piano for us step out and come down. On the inside of me, the Spirit of God said, “She’s the one.”
I said, “You’re the one.” I laid hands on her.
On Tuesday she went back to the doctor for her X-ray treatment. She said to the doctor, “I want you to take a picture of my lungs.” She said, “Something happened. Go ahead and take the picture. Then I’ll tell you.” He didn’t want to, but she said, “I’m paying for it. You just go ahead and do it.” They took the picture. They had to wait all day for it to be developed. It took longer in those days.
The doctor finally came and said, “If it’s all right, we would like to take another picture. This won’t cost you anything. It’s on the house.” So they took another one. They ended up taking five different pictures of her in five different positions. After they finished taking and developing all five, they called her husband in. They showed him the picture of the one they had taken with the growth beforehand. All five that they had recently taken showed no growth at all. All five pictures were clear!
They said, “We don’t understand it. We never would have believed it if we didn’t have this picture to prove it.” So the husband told the doctors what had happened.
They said, “Well, one thing about it; it sure worked, didn’t it!”
Sometime later, she was testifying in church. She said, “Of course you folks don’t know about my past. But I was just sure that God wouldn’t heal me. I knew I loved the Lord, but I have been married and divorced four times. I didn’t have enough nerve to come up here for healing.”
But God went after her, anyway. When she got born again, God forgot about her past. He didn’t have any knowledge of it. It was all gone! And twenty-five years later, I spoke with her, and she was still well!
(From the book ‘Wigglesworth on Spirit-Filled Living‘, page 53)
I received several letters and telegrams about a certain case, but when I arrived I was told I was too late. I said, “That cannot be. God has never sent me anywhere too late.” God showed me that something different would happen than anything I had ever seen before.
The people I went to were all strangers. I was introduced to a young man who lay helpless, and for whom there was no hope. The doctor had been to see him that morning and had declared that he would not live through the day. He lay with his face to the wall, and when I spoke to him, he whispered, “I cannot turn over.” His mother said that they had to lift him out of bed on sheets for weeks, and that he was so frail and helpless that he had to stay in one position.
The young man said, “My heart is so weak.” I assured him, “God is the strength of [your] heart and [your] portion forever’” (Ps. 73:26). If you will believe God, it will be so today.”
Our Christ is risen. He is a living Christ who lives within us. We must not have this truth merely as a theory. Christ has risen in us by the power of the Spirit. The power that raised Him from the dead must animate us, and as this glorious resurrection power surges through our beings, we will be freed from all weaknesses. We will “be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might” (Eph. 6:10). There is a resurrection power that God wants you to have and to have today. Why not receive your portion here and now?
I said to these people, “I believe your son will rise today.” They only laughed. People do not expect to see signs and wonders today as the disciples saw them of old. Has God changed? Or has our faith diminished so that we are not expecting the greater works that Jesus promised? We must not sing in any minor key. Our message must rise to concert pitch, and there must be nothing left out of it that is in the Book.
It was wintertime, and I said to the parents, “Will you get the boy’s suit and bring it here?” They would not listen to the request, for they were expecting the boy to die. But I had gone to that place believing God. We read of Abraham:
(As it is written, “I have made you a father of many nations”) in the presence of Him whom he believed; God…gives life to the dead and calls those things which do not exist as though they did. (Rom. 4:17)
God, help us to understand this. It is time people knew how to shout in faith as they contemplate the eternal power of our God, to whom it is nothing to “give life to your mortal bodies” (Rom. 8:11) and raise the dead. I come across some who would be giants in the power of God, but they have no shout of faith. Everywhere, I find people discouraged even when they are praying simply because they are just breathing sentences without uttering speech. You cannot win the victory that way. You must learn to take the victory and shout in the face of the Devil, “It is done!” There is no man who can doubt if he learns to shout. When we know how to shout properly, things will be different, and tremendous things will happen. In Acts 4:24 we read, “they raised their voices to God with one accord.” It surely must have been a loud prayer. We must know that God means for us to have life. If there is anything in the world that has life in it, it is this Pentecostal revival we are in. I believe in the baptism of the Holy Spirit with the speaking in tongues, and I believe that every man who is baptized in the Holy Spirit will “speak with other tongues, as the Spirit [gives him] utterance” (Acts 2:4). I believe in the Holy Spirit. And if you are filled with the Spirit, you will be superabounding in life, and living waters will flow from you.
At last I persuaded the parents to bring the boy’s clothes and lay them on the bed. From the human viewpoint, the young man lay dying. I spoke to the afflicted one, “God has revealed to me that as I lay my hands on you, the place will be filled with the Holy Spirit, the bed will be shaken, and you will be shaken and thrown out of bed. By the power of the Holy Spirit, you will dress yourself and be strong.” I said this to him in faith.
I laid hands on him in the name of Jesus, and instantly the power of God fell and filled the place. I felt helpless and fell flat on the floor. I knew nothing except that a short while after, the place was shaken. I heard the young man walking over to me, saying, “For Your glory Lord! For Your glory Lord!”
He dressed himself and cried, “God has healed me.” The father fell, the mother fell, and another who was present fell also. God manifested His power that day in saving the whole household and healing the young man. It is the power of the risen Christ we need. Today, that young man is preaching the Gospel.
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By Smith Wigglesworth
On a ship one day, some people said to me, “We are going to have a program. Would you be a participant in the entertainment?”
“Oh, yes, I will be in anything that is going to be helpful,” I replied, and I believe God was in it.
So they said to me, “What can you do? What place will you take in the entertainment?”
“I can sing.” I offered.
So they said to me, “Where would you like to be scheduled in the entertainment? We are going to have a dance.”
I said, “Put me just before the dance.”
That evening, I was longing for my turn to come because there had been a clergyman there trying to sing and entertain them, and it seemed so out of place. My turn came, and I sang: “If I Could Only Tell Him As I Know Him.” I sang the song, and when I finished, the people said, “You have spoiled the dance.” Well I was there for that purpose, to spoil the dance.
You see, I was in the drama of life-acting in the name of Jesus. And so that opened the door and provided me a place that I could speak all the time. The door was open in every way. Glory to God.
The next morning, a young man and his wife came to me and said, “We are in a terrible state. We are looking after a gentleman and lady in the first class; she is a great teacher of Christian Science. She has been taken seriously ill, and the doctor gives her little hope. We have told her about you, and she said she would like to see you.” I said, “All right.”
That was my opportunity. Opportunity is a wonderful thing. Opportunity is the great thing of the day. And so when I went into the lady’s first-class room, I saw that she was very sick. I said, “I am not going to speak to you about anything, not even about your sickness. I am simply going to lay my hands upon you in the name of Jesus, and the moment I do, you will be healed.” As soon as I laid my hands upon her, the fever left her, and she was perfectly healed.
However, she was terribly troubled in her mind and heart, and for three days she became worse. I knew it would have been easy to share the Bread of Life with her and to bring her into liberty, but God would not allow it. Just before she got saved, she felt that she would be lost forever. Then God saved her. Hallelujah.
She asked, “What will I do?”
I said, “What do you mean?”
“Oh,” she said, “for three years I have been preaching all over England; we live in a great house in India, and have a great house in London. I have been preaching Christian Science, and now what can I do? You know my salvation is so real. I am a new woman altogether.”
Filled with joy, she said, “Will I be able to continue smoking cigarettes?”
“Yes, smoke as many as ever you can; smoke night and day if you can.”
Then she asked, “You know we play cards – bridge and other things. Can I play?”
“Yes, play all night through; go on playing.”
And she said, “You know we have a little wine, just a little with our friends in the first-class. Should I give it up?”
“No, drink all you want.”
Later, she called a maid to her, and said, “I want you to take this telegram and stop the order for a thousand cigarettes.” She called her husband and said, “I cannot go into all these things again.”
We do not have to go down to bring Him up or down to bring Him up. He is near to you. He is in your heart. It is a living word of faith that we preach. (See Romans 10:6-8.) God wants you all to know that if you only dare to act upon the divine principle that is written there, the gates of hell will not prevail. Praise the Lord.
(From the book ‘Wigglesworth on Spirit-Filled Living‘, page 26)
IT WAS in the early part of 1922 that Wigglesworth made his first visit to Australia.
We quote from a letter (which appeared in the English paper, Confidence) written by Miss Winnie Andrews of Victoria: “Our dear Brother Wigglesworth arrived in Melbourne last Thursday, and he had a meeting that night… and although he made it quite plain and clear to his hearers that he would rather see one sinner saved than ten thousand people healed of bodily ailments, he invited any who were in pain to come forward for prayer… Among those who came forward were several who later declared they had received remarkable and instantaneous healings. One little girl, six years of age, after prayer by the evangelist, was seen walking out of the front door of the building with her mother, who was delightedly exclaiming to all and sundry: ‘Look at her! She has never walked in her life before!’ A man who had not walked for over four years, owing to rheumatoid-arthritis, was instantly healed, and after triumphantly passing his stick and crutch up to the platform, gave an impromptu exhibition of the power that had come into his legs, by jumping and leaping and praising God.
“Since the first night there have been many other wonderful healings. Last night a dear woman who had been unable to walk for six and a half years was brought to be prayed for, and–glory to God! She got out of her chair and walked. Her husband pushed her chair along while she walked behind.
“There have been many conversions–at one meeting alone, forty accepted Jesus as their Lord and Saviour. The revival showers are falling and God is working.”
Some may ask the very reasonable question, “Do the healings last?” We have before us a sheaf of testimonies of healings that were prepared fifteen months after our Greatheart’s visit to Australia. In it there are eighteen testimonies of remarkable healings in this first Australian campaign. We have also a copy of the Australian Evangel of February 1, 1927, in which there are thirteen testimonies of people who were healed in this campaign that was held five years before. We have also a copy of the Australian Evangel of March 1, 1927, which contains the story of one who was raised from a living death five years before. The testimony is so remarkable that we will let it speak for itself. It is written by Mrs. W. E. Brickdhill (nee Kathleen Gay) of Victoria.
Woman Reports Remarkable Healing
“At the age of seventeen years, from a life of worldliness and sin, I received the Lord Jesus Christ as my own personal Saviour, being truly born again. It was a wonderful morn when I awakened with the consciousness that I had passed from death unto life, from the power of sin and Satan into the glorious liberty of the children of God.
“However, after sixteen months of unmarred semite for the Lord, an unfortunate accident occurred which caused serious injury to my abdomen, and brought on internal complications, necessitating consultation between four surgeons, who advised that an operation was imperative. The operation did not have the desired effect, and, to my sorrow, proved unsuccessful, laying the foundation for nearly fourteen years of continual suffering, the major portion of which time I was confined to bed.
“Later it was discovered that consumption, with all its cruel and devastating ravages, had gripped my entire being. This terrible disease wrought havoc with my constitution, causing sleeplessness for days and nights at a stretch. I got rest only when drugs were administered, and eventually my condition became such that drugs had no effect other than to cause a comatose state.
“All the symptoms of tuberculosis were evident, eating into my internal organs and having the effect of destroying my appetite entirely. The condition of my digestive organs was such that I refused almost all food, and invariably the little food partaken of was vomited immediately. Sometimes it was not possible to retain even a drink.
“Many leading specialists, surgeons, and physicians prescribed, without effect; in fact, many times they vouchsafed the opinion that my end was very near and that there was nothing more to be done.
“The deadly work of this disease was manifested to a very great extent upon my kidneys, which were perforated, and hemorrhage was very frequent. Outward evidences of the disease appeared in my left arm, thigh and hip, all of which presented the usual discharging sores connected with this malady. These parts of the limbs were so severely attacked that they presented an emaciated appearance, being repulsive to the sight, the bone being eaten into, a condition undoubtedly beyond all human aid. Having been reduced nearly to a skeleton, weighing only forty-two pounds, and being told by physicians that six weeks was the extent of my life, I was not fearful of my fate, as it seemed to me that death would relieve me of all my sufferings.
“While lying in this dying condition early in February, 1922, a ray of light entered my soul through word coming to me that an evangelist from England was holding meetings in our city of Melbourne and was preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ and His power to heal the sick. This evangelist was Smith Wigglesworth, and it was stated that he would pray for the sick. As the news was conveyed to me, I began to receive faith in God and expressed a desire that he should come and pray for me at my home; but learned that there were so many demands upon the evangelist’s time, prayer for me at my home was impossible. The news caused the enemy to discourage me, but, praise the Lord, further faith being received, and being desperately anxious for victory, my parents were consulted… After much pleading to be allowed to be taken into one of the meetings, they reluctantly consented.
“Therefore, on February 16, as a very last resort, in my awful condition, I was assisted into one of the Sunday meetings. As the meeting progressed, my faith began to rise, and truly I realized the nearness of God. It was a hallowed time indeed. At length the evangelist was directed towards me, and on ascertaining that it was a consumptive case, he spoke sincerely to me and said: ‘Sister, I believe the Lord will heal you; fear not, only believe.’ My eyes saw no man save Jesus; I waited for His divine touch. After being anointed and prayed for, the power of God permeated my whole being and I was instantly healed. All the pain, weakness, and disease ceased. Hallelujah! My chains fell off. My soul was free, I arose, and went forth praising God, realizing a mighty work was done.
“Immediately after the Lord met me, my first desire was to hasten home and tell how great things had been accomplished in me. Even on my return journey I bore testimony of the fact by being able to walk unaided. On arrival at home I acquired a ravenous appetite for food, an unheard-of occurrence with me for years. Our household was filled with anxiety for my well-being as they watched me appease my hunger, fearing all the natural consequences from taking food would return; but to their amazement, I thoroughly enjoyed a hearty meal with satisfaction.
“After dinner, with assistance, the bandages were removed from the affected parts of my body. It was found that the Lord had replaced decayed bone and ulcerated flesh with new, beautifully healthy flesh and bone covered with white skin similar to that of a little child. All my senses became quickened, and that night I was able to enjoy a beautiful night’s rest, the first natural sleep since the time I became sick.
“It is now five years since the Lord’s hand so definitely rested upon me, and He has continuously overshadowed me with His presence, and filled me with His Spirit. The Lord provided work for me to do in His vineyard soon after He healed me as a Sister in the slum life of our city where, through His wonderful grace, many souls have been won for Him. Along with me in this work is my husband, whom the Lord gave me in a wonderful way three years ago.
“It is my sincere desire that my evidence of the power of God to heal will be used to help some soul in doubt to believe God and find that He is faithful to His Word that ‘all things are possible to him that believeth (MARK 9:23)’, and ‘Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever (HEBREWS 13:8)’.”
I was once traveling from Belgium to England. When I landed in England, I received a request to stop at a place between Harwich and Colchester. The people there were delighted that God had sent me, and they told me of a special case they wanted me to pray for. They said, “We have a brother here who believes in the Lord, and he is paralyzed from his hips downwards. He cannot stand on his legs, and he has been in this condition for twenty years.” They took me to this man, and as I saw him there in his chair, I put the question to him, “What is the greatest desire in your heart?”
He said, “Oh, if I could only receive the Holy Spirit!” I was somewhat surprised at his answer, and I laid my hands on his head and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit” (John 20:22). Instantly, the power of God fell on him, and he began breathing very heavily. He rolled off the chair, and there he lay like a bag of potatoes, utterly helpless. I like anything that God does. I like to watch God working. There he was, with his great, fat body, and his head was moving just as though it was on a swivel. Then, to our joy, he began speaking in tongues. I had my eyes on every bit of him, and as I saw the condition of his legs, I said, “Those legs can never carry that body.” Then I looked up and said, “Lord, tell me what to do.” The Holy Spirit carries out the will of Jesus Christ and the Father. If you want to know the mind of God, you must have the Holy Spirit to bring God’s latest thoughts to you and to tell you what to do. The Lord said to me, “Command him in My name to walk.” But I missed it, of course. I said to the people there, “Let’s see if we can lift him up.” But we could not lift him. It was as if he weighed a ton. I cried, “Oh, Lord, forgive me.” I repented of doing the wrong thing, and then the Lord said to me again, “Command him to walk.” I said to him, “Arise in the name of Jesus.” His legs were immediately strengthened. Did he walk? He ran all around. A month after this, he walked ten miles and back. When the power of the Holy Spirit is present, things will happen.
There is still more for us all, praise the Lord. This is only the beginning. So far, we have only touched the fringe of things. There is so much more for us if we will only yield to God.
Do you want to receive the Spirit? “If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him! (Luke 11:13). I am a father, and I want to give my boys the very best. We human fathers are only finite, but our heavenly Father is infinite. There is no limit to the power and blessing He has stored up for those who love him. “Be filled with the Spirit” (Eph. 5:18).