Back 7 years ago I was living near Leesburg, Florida when I started to feel sick ,very sick, my personal physician sent me to a specialist called a Gastro Entomologist. He was to check out my digestive system.
He sent me for a CAT Scan of my intestines to the radiology department at the local hospital. The next day I got a call from my regular personal physician. She said I had to come in immediately they had found something that had to be handled very quickly. She showed me the report. It said that I had nothing wrong with my intestines, but because the view also catches the bottom half of the lungs they had spotted a pencil eraser size cancer. My doctor said that we needed to do surgery to remove it the very next day, and to do so would require me to go directly to the radiology department and have an MRI to isolate it for surgery!
I called my wife and told her. (Big Mistake) See her father had died from a huge cancer that ate away the exact same spot of his lower left lung. He was a minister of God for many years, and a strong faithful Christian long before that. (This is important to remember.)
After calling her I pulled over my pickup on the side of the road, dropped my head and prayed!
I asked God for the sake of my wife not to let me die in the same way her father had. My family and Mother-In-Love would be devastated. I told God that I didn't really mind if God took me then, but please just not in that way. Then I heard a voice in my ear or brain and it told me to go directly to a man I hardly knew and have him lay hands on me and pray over me and I would be healed. This man Sonny was a very strong and faithful Pentecostal Christian, I was not. I had attended very conservative Southern Baptist Churches for many years where they preached about almost everything except "healing on demand".
But this voice clearly told me to do it, and I believe with all my heart it was the voice of Jesus. So I immediately drove to Sonny's little homestead in the country, pulled up in front of his double wide mobile home, and stepped out of my pickup onto his dirt driveway, climb the wooden stairs to his front door and knocked with urgency!!! To no avail. I walked down the steps in a somewhat urgent manor and started walking around on his property hollering his name when out of a very old rickety and leaning hay barn walks Sonny. He said, Hi Jack what can I do for you? (he was in the barn repairing fishing reels - that's his business) Confidently I said Sonny God spoke to me and said to have you lay hands on me and pray over me and I would be healed! I handed him the Radiology departments papers outlining what they had discovered. He looked at me somewhat confused like he had a question on his mind, then said Jack we can do that. Sonny yelled for his wife and daughter to come and they did from separate directions on the property stopping them from their individual chores.
He explained to them everything that we had talked about and he turned to me and said "Let's go into the house!" We all did just that like soldiers entering the battlefield, with bewilderment and intent!
Determined to fulfill the task at hand. We walked into the house , Sonny grabbed and spun around a dinning room chair in the middle of the room, while asking his wife and daughter to retrieve thee anointing oil that had just arrived a few days earlier direct from the olive trees in Israel (as he told me).
He said sit down, I did, and him, and his wife and daughter laid hands on me and began to pray, then I felt weird as they began to pray almost yelling in "Tung's", but I relaxed without pause or concern because THIS is what my Lord had told me to do!
As the prayed more intensely I heard Sonny boldly proclaim "In the name of Jesus your are healed!" and at that very second it felt like Ice Cold Water had been poured onto my head where Sonny's hand had been. I felt this Ice Cold Refreshing Water flow invisibly from my head down through my body to my toes and back up to my shoulders then into my arms and travel all the way out my finger tips. I could feel it dripping from my finger tips, but I couldn't see it. I knew then and there in that moment that I had been healed!!
With a smile of joy on my face and tears of joy from my eyes I told Sonny and his wife and daughter. I felt refreshed throughout my entire body! I thank them profoundly and immediately over several times and each time Sonny said the thanks go to Jesus and not to them. Sonny asked me this question. "Do you know why you were healed?" I answered "No", Sonny said, "You were healed because the Lord told you what to do and without any doubts you did exactly what He told you to. You were faithful and did not His words!"
I left Sonny and his family and went to the hospital, got the MRI done, and went home. When my wife arrived she was scared and worried, even frantic. I tried to calm here down by telling her how God had healed me, but she wouldn't listen. She told me that her father was a stronger and more faithful "Man of God" than I was and that if God was going to heal anyone of cancer it would have been her father!
I felt that no more conversation would put her mind to rest or bring her comfort so I shut up. I waited the next day for the doctor to call, the call never came. It was Friday, my wife got home from work that evening and was furious that I had not received a call back. (I had to her about it all weekend!) My wife worked at the hospital I got my radiology work done at and previously she worked for insurance companies processing claims, so each day I got to hear about how quick the are supposed to get back to me by law.
each day I said it didn't matter because I was healed by God. She laughed or shrugged it off, saying my situation is critical and that everyday counts at lowering the my odds of survival. Each day I called and the doctors staff would look for any communication from the radiology department at the hospital and there was none. At the end of the second week on Friday my wife pointed her finger at me and said "Monday morning you are going into your doctors office and sit there all day if need be until you get an answer, this is important!" I said, "Honey I'm already healed." (She didn't want to hear it.)
Monday had arrived. I figured I would let my doctor's office get past the morning rush before entering with this issue so arrived at 10:00 AM. Upon walking into the waiting room I could see the doctor was swamped with senior citizens, the room was packed full. I strolled calmly up to the receptionist counter and told the nice lady these words. "Two weeks ago I was supposed to have surgery to remove a cancer that the CAT Scan found in my lower left lung. The doctor sent me in that very day to have an MRI to isolate it to be removed the next day."
She said "What did you say?" then the office started to buzz with the office staff, office manager, a nurse, and physician assistance people frantically discussing it, then I said very calmly "It's okay ladies, it's okay!" They look at me in bewilderment and the office manager said how is THIS okay? I said because after the doctor telling me about the cancer God had me go to a man who prayed over me, laid hands on me and I was healed. Now every senior sitting in the waiting room is either standing leaning closer to hear what was being said or on the edge of their seats listening intently. I smiled, realizing God was doing something profound at that moment, and turned to where both the office staff and the seniors could hear what I was about to repeat. The doctor walked out of a examination room to see what all the whoopla was about when I repeated everything so she could hear GOD HEALED ME! But I need something in writing so my wife will calm down because her father died of cancer eating away at his left lung where mine was found.
The silence was deafening for about two minutes with everyone staring at each other when the doctor said call the Radiology department now! The office manager at that moment realized they hadn't checked the FAX machine that morning and went to it. She lifted the papers from the FAX machine and the second one from the top was about me! The FAX had arrived at 9:55, fine minutes before I had got there. The doctor and the office manager look at it and at each other, when I said, "Ladies, it's okay, I was healed there is nothing on that paper because God healed me!" Once again the doctor look bewildered at the office manager and said, "Give him a copy." So I now have both documents!
I believe that God's in control. I believe that the radiology department findings from there million dollar CAT Scanner was correct, and I also believe that the findings from there million dollar MRI machine was correct, but that it took the radiology department two weeks of testing to find out that neither one of their million dollar pieces of equipment that are used extensively for surgeries was faulty or broken, and so they had to send the FAX. Waiting for questions from a very upset doctor, and maybe a lawsuit from a devastatingly frightened patient who was told they had cancer.
I was blessed by God. Many witnessed it, so God was glorified. I have documentation so no one can deny God's grace. I did not sue the hospital, because both machines were right and my God healed me! Amen
Thank You Jesus!