Talking of healing the sick

This happened. And yes, wow :)

Hi saint.

What follows is a snapshot of the power GOD is packing into you.

Absolutely. Amen. Good eh :)

Anyway…

Six years ago one Saturday morning (quite like this one actually), I took my customary morning air beside the sea. Yet at a weird time for me. Too late (or so I thought).

However,

Once I got to the beach, my spirit urged me to switch course.

So obeying the ALERT, I span round and hurried back up to the road by the shops.

Once there I crossed over to the other side and went into one of those shops.

(A shop I’d never been in before actually).

However.

As soon as I stepped in I knew instantly…

“Uh oh! This is a set up by GOD.”

Because in the shop, seated at the far end of the main aisle was a man looking for all the world, a hairbreadth from death.

His haggard face was a vile yellow colour. Death was torturing him.

And it was too painful to look at.

So at the till I tried to avoid staring at him as we chatted a little.

Yet for goodness sake!

The next thing I know…

The lady on the till pulled me over to the man and introduced us.*

Anyway,

After the briefest of pleasantries I tried to walk to the door.

Except,

The Holy Spirit refused to allow me to leave.

And at the threshold of the shop…

My spirit became so constrained by Him, I dared not step outside.

So there, one foot on the doorstep I struggled with the LORD.

My conscience (and the LORD too) warning me not to leave the man.

My will was screaming in me to leave.

GOD’s will was to stay.

Next thing I knew…

I’d shut the door and was walking back down the aisle toward the man. As I did I asked him with a loud voice…

“Do you want to be healed?”

He was quite stunned. And rightly intimidated by this strange speaker.

By now I was three feet away so repeated strongly again…

“Do you want to be healed?

Because…

If you do. Today, the LORD Jesus Christ Himself will heal you.”

Now this seated shopper was really confused.

So I explained…

“Look. I never come to this shop. Yet the LORD urged me to cross the road and come in today.

He sent me here to find you. To heal you. Today. And you will never forget this day.

Because this is the day when Jesus Himself came to heal you.

Not me. But HIM. He will heal you!

So I ask you again.

Do you want to be healed?

He answered with tears welling up in his eyes…

“Yes please. I do.”

Yet the real tears fell when by GOD’s grace I placed hands on his head in the shop and began to pray. By then tears were cascading down his cheeks.

And…

I did what I had to do.

Cursed the evil disease to death in the Name of the Messiah. Commanded it to die. Mandated that it leave his body harmlessly.

In the Name of the Son of GOD.

And finally commanded perfect health and restoration into his body.

All in the Name of Jesus.

Then left.

Two weeks later I saw the person on the till at Church. *  She excitedly updated me on all that had happened since this strange Saturday morning visit.

She told me (for I did not know what this sickly man was dying from the morning I laid hands on him. Only that he was dying and soon because I could see the spirit of death on him.  The LORD showed this to me within seconds of entering the shop).

Anyway, the ‘till lady’ told me that this ‘yellow’ man…

Had had S_ _ g _ 4 C_n_e_

And given a few months more to live.

Yet by the intervention of the Great GOD.

By His Son. For His glory.

Till lady reported joyfully…

Over the next couple of weeks the man had gone back and forth to the medical consultants and surgeons… only to discover.

Wonder of wonders!

This wretched life snatching disease…

Was GONE!

Not a trace could be found in any area of his desperate, broken down body.

So there we go…

The last I heard of this chap was two years ago.

In good health. Humble. Happily alive.

You do the math.

Given four months to live (give or take)—Yet man lives four years in good health.

However,

The most important thing to take from what you just read is this.

It was NOT ME who spoke to this man that day.

I was not me…

• Who walked by the sea at a time I never normally do.

• That went into a shop I never visit—like ever.

• That took a clammy death sentence off this man and cast it in the sea!

Who healed him to live free forever. No. It was Jesus :)

The man will never forget that Saturday.

He knows Jesus healed him. He knows what the Bible says is true.

That Jesus is alive. That Judgement Day is coming too.

The great Day…

When Jesus will also slay the evil one who spreads all these wicked diseases across the earth.

Just imagine…

That Saturday morning,

For a complete, desperate, lost nobody…

Jesus destroyed the disease that was killing him BY THE SPIRIT OF HIS MOUTH.*

Just as He will destroy the devil on that great Day.

And His same glorious Spirit is in YOU saint.

Is there anything you can’t do?

“Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it.”

Psalm 81:10 ESV

Bless you.

Dave.

*This was the first time I’d ever been in the shop. (Nor have I returned since).

The person on the till was a member in our congregation, hence her keenness to introduce me to this chap. She gave me the mans updates at Church.

Amazing eh :) All the glory is for our GOD!

*PS Overcomer. Here is more on the Spirit of His Mouth… in you :)