A Spirit of Power on The Ward

This story was submitted by Michael C. King

Work started off “normal”. I was a Patient Safety Attendant (we call them “sitters”) for a suicide- attempt patient. These are generally easy work assignments since the patient is often a walkie-talkie who is waiting for a bed to open up on the psych ward. This particular patient was barely a legal adult, and an absolute brat to boot. However, her roommate was in her sixties, there on alcohol detox, and God had really been active in her life. The morning got off to a fantastic start when this roommate, I’ll call her “Pam,” woke up.

“I had an odd dream last night,” Pam commented. Having done a small amount of dream interpretation myself, I asked her to tell me her dream, not telling her I had every intention of interpreting it. I don’t remember now what the dream was, but I nailed the interpretation, and it was something God was trying to let her know about herself and a Christian drug-rehab program she was about to enter.

The dream interpretation opened up some God-conversation, and I discovered that Pam was a believer although fairly young in her faith. Somehow we got onto the subject of her arthritis, which she had in her left thumb, both knees, and a few other places. Feeling a little unsure myself, I started with one spot, the thumb. I commanded healing into the thumb and rebuked arthritis. It left.

Immediately.

No pain, no problems, full range of motion (ROM).

I moved on to pray for her knee, same result. No pain; instant healing. I was feeling a bit bolder, knowing that God was healing her right then, so I just commanded all other arthritis to go. Her spine got hot, and she felt the pain in her coccyx go, pain which I knew nothing about since she hadn’t told me.

Breakfast came a bit after that, and we were talking. Pam had orders for a prophylactic anti-emetic (anti-nausea) due to persistent stomach problems, but only received it a few minutes before breakfast arrived, and she didn’t give it enough time to work. She started feeling pretty nauseous, so I offered to pray for her again. She was more than happy to get prayer since she had such wonderful results the first time. It had been years since she could hold a fork and knife normally to eat. I took her hand and prayed for her stomach. It immediately got a warm feeling and all the nausea left.

While this was happening, I got a word of knowledge about God healing some emotional stuff. I didn’t know what exactly, but I knew it was related to her son. I told her this, and she started crying.

What I didn’t know prior to that point was that her nausea at mealtime had started when her son was growing up, and mealtimes were always a very stressful time for them. Since they always fought then, she would get emotionally upset, her stomach physically upset, and she wouldn’t want to eat.

Fast- forward many years later; her body had taken so much emotional pain surrounding mealtimes that her stomach automatically reacted when she ate. Well, God healed that too!!

The rest of the day was up and down--at the time she was there for alcohol detox and not only experiencing withdrawals, but stuck in a room with the brattiest SA-patient ever whose family and friends who mostly just acted like they were at a party.

In her defense, it WAS pretty miserable to be separated by ONLY a curtain, and we didn’t have any more open beds until a room got cleaned from another patient who died late that morning. To top it off, we ended up getting more admits. So, no room-change for her. However, God had given me such favor with her that I was the only staff member able to talk Pam down from her agitation-bordering-on-hysteria and help her through her rough spots that afternoon.

It was a blessing to be able to work with her, minister healing and all around love on her when she was in a tight spot, and it all began with an unsuspecting woman waking up in a hospital bed and sharing a dream.

The Bell Ringer

A woman in a wheelchair sat ringing her bell.

A blur of humanity passed before her eyes.

A handful of coins plinked in her bucket.

The bell rang again.

At the end of my work day I breezed through the store and quickly found a roasted chicken and a bag of coffee.

The woman who ground my coffee asked, "Are you ready for Christmas?" I told her I still had shopping to do.

I made small talk with the woman at the check out counter. People came and went in a hurry. But the lady ringing the bell was on my mind.

Peter and John went to the temple one afternoon to take part in the three o’clock prayer service. As they approached the temple, a man lame from birth was being carried in. Each day he was put beside the temple gate, the one called the Beautiful Gate, so he could beg from the people going into the temple. When he saw Peter and John about to enter, he asked them for some money.
Peter and John looked at him intently, and Peter said, “Look at us!” The lame man looked at them eagerly, expecting some money. But Peter said, “I don’t have any silver or gold for you. But I’ll give you what I have. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, get up and walk!”
Then Peter took the lame man by the right hand and helped him up. And as he did, the man’s feet and ankles were instantly healed and strengthened. He jumped up, stood on his feet, and began to walk! Then, walking, leaping, and praising God, he went into the temple with them.
All the people saw him walking and heard him praising God. (Acts 3:1-9)

Two thousand years later, I was standing before a crippled woman sitting at the gate asking for money.

I took her hand and asked her name, then asked why she was in the wheelchair. She smiled and told me about the problems with her hip. She had an injury that couldn't be repaired surgically and it was too painful for her to stand so she accepted the wheelchair as her fate.

More people came and went from the store. Children dropped their coins in her bucket.

She rang the bell and smiled.

I told her about the woman I'd seen healed of a back injury earlier in the day. I asked if she wanted to be the next one healed.

She smiled and said yes.

I placed my hand on her hip and commanded pain to leave. Then I commanded the ligaments, muscles and tendons to be healed. She felt tingling in her hip. I prayed a second time then a third.

I asked how she felt.

"I can't feel any pain."

"Why don't you stand up and see how it feels?"

She got up from the wheelchair and shifted her weight from side to side, trying to make the pain come back, but it wouldn't return. She was healed. With a smile of gratitude she hugged me.

I spent some time telling her what to expect in the coming days. I encouraged her not to use the wheelchair again and warned her that the pain might return. "Rebuke the pain and command it to leave. Don't take it back." I shared with her about the nature of spiritual warfare and that the enemy may try to convince her she wasn't healed. "Stand on your healing and never stop believing you are healed."

I gave her a card to this website and encouraged her to contact me if she had any questions in the future. I gave her a big hug.

And dropped the largest bill I had in her kettle.

She smiled and rang her bell.

Have a happy and joyous Christmas.

The MIPU

Autism Healed

This is the testimony from a couple who saw their autistic child healed over a period of four years.

Not Just Another Day

At almost 100 miles per hour, the front of the ambulance began to shake a little. Fortunately, our exit was in sight. Hurriedly making our way through a maze of corridors like lab rats in search of cheese, we arrived at the labor & delivery suite. I didn't knock; time was short. As the doctor checked our patient's cervix one more time, I shook her hand, introduced myself and told her, "We only have one rule - no babies in the ambulance." She smiled and nodded, shaking my hand. "I don't plan to have this one today."

Tracy (not her real name) was as kind and pleasant as any patient I've known. She smiled often, despite the circumstances. But not out of denial or ignorance. She was genuinely happy and blessed by the hand of God and she knew it.

This was her 5th pregnancy. Tracy began having having labor contractions a 2 am and her husband drove her to the nearest hospital. It was 13 weeks before her due date. If her child were to be born today, his chance for survival and a normal life would be slim. She'd already had one child who died from complications after being born at 27 weeks. She didn't want history to repeat.

We were called to transport her to a hospital with a neonatal intensive care unit. In the event that her child was born today, he would need specialized care not available at her local hospital. We switched the IV's to the transport pumps, lifted her to our gurney and whisked her out the door.

Once inside the ambulance I briefed her on what to expect during the ride. I told her that many of my patients do better than expected. She was curious so I shared a few stories about how the presence of God follows me around and how He sometimes makes people better without much interaction on my part.

She said she experienced the presence of God following her, too. She felt His presence as soon as we closed the door of the ambulance. We talked for a while about the things we've seen God do. I shared some healing stories and felt led to pray a blessing over her unborn child. I declared that he would live and not die and that he would live to be old and blessed with good health. I asked if she'd chosen a name for him. She said his name was, Nayim, which is Arabic for ‘Blessing”.

As we made our way to our destination, we came to a dangerous intersection. With the lights and siren on, my partner carefully went around some vehicles that had stopped in the intersection. One car didn't stop until it slammed into the back of a taxi. Dragging it's front bumper down the road, it eventually came to a stop a few hundred feet from the accident scene.

With a sigh of impatience, my partner left to check for injuries. I was happy to be stuck taking care of Tracy. In a few minutes, the engine arrived. We gave the Lieutenant our report and continued on our way. There were no serious injuries.

We arrived at the destination hospital. Tracy didn't have a single contraction the entire time she was with us. When we dropped her off in the labor and delivery suite, I had a conversation with her nurse about healing. Her husband has a back injury and is thinking about surgery. I gave her and the patient cards to the website and told them to contact me if there was anything I could do for them. this was just one call out of many in a very busy day.

On another call, I prayed with a little old lady who was assaulted by her son because she was listening to worship music in her house and she told him Jesus loved him. He beat her up her and hit her head on the corner of a coffee table. She had a laceration to the back of her head. As we dropped her off in the emergency room, I said a quick prayer of healing and blessing over her. She was all smiles and thanked me.

We went on another call that tried my patience a little. We transported a man with Lou Gehrig's disease to a doctor's appointment. He's on a ventilator, which makes everything a little more complicated. I'm always aware of how much oxygen we have in our tanks. Ventilators run on compressed oxygen. If we run out of oxygen, the vent doesn't work. When the vent doesn't work, I get to breathe for the patient after that. On this particular call the appointments were running an hour behind schedule. To make a long story even longer, we had him on our vent for almost 4 hours. It was the call that didn't want to end.

As we waited, I quietly prayed for him to be healed. His wife was kind enough to buy me a mocha at the coffee stand in the clinic. He wasn't healed. At least not that I could tell. He happens to be in a room just down the hall from my friend Scott who also has Lou Gehrig's. I've been praying for Scott too. To be honest, I was weary of well doing by the end of the day.

It's been a hectic month on the MIPU. I'm praying for many people and seeing a lot of them blessed and healed. I'm also getting opportunities to teach others about healing which is just as important.

Wishing you a peaceful and joyous holiday season,

Praying Medic

James Cooper's Testimoy

This is one of the most unbelievable personal testimonies I've ever heard. Youtube granted an exception to the time limit on videos to allow this testimony to be published in it's entirety.

According to James:
The first time I died they brought me back with paddles. I lived with a crushed back, hips and neck from a car crash for 10 years. I survived more than 20 suicide attempts dying more than once. I gave my life to Jesus on a weekend pass from the hospital I was living in. The rest has been instant miracle after instant miracle. Jesus is AWESOME and we are very thankful. We serve God now with every moment of our lives, what else could matter?

LOVE!

Bone Cancer Miracle

This the testimony of a woman healed of bone cancer at one of John Mellor's meetings. The healing was confirmed through her doctor with a bone scan.

Metal Rods in Hip - Creative Miracle

This is the testimony of a woman healed of injuries to her pelvis and leg which were surgically repaired with metal rods. After being healed she is now able to move and run in ways that should be physically impossible.

Multiple Sclerosis Healed

This video was shot in Brazil during a Global Awakening evangelistic outreach. The man in the wheelchair suffered from multiple sclerosis. Rand Clark and a group of friends and family prayed with this man for hours. After 90 minutes he moved his finger. The healing progressed until he was able to walk.

Miracle Bubbles

Are you afraid of approaching strangers to ask if they'd like to be healed?

Don't like laying hands on people you don't know?

You might try this.

Cath Lab Transport

I transport many patients from small hospitals to larger ones for special procedures. The most common is a coronary angiogram. Many small hospitals don't have cardiac surgeons or the equipment needed to treat some cardiac patients. In the case of severe heart disease, patients undergo special testing to determine the condition of the arteries of the heart. This procedure is known as a coronary angiogram. The video explains this procedure.

The patient who was healed in this story was being transferred for this procedure.

As we loaded her on the gurney I noticed the gold cross dangling from a chain around her neck. When looking for signs that someone is open to prayer, use whatever clues are available. It also provided an entry point for the topic I wanted to discuss with her - divine healing.

I liked her cross and asked her to tell me about it. She said it reminded her of God's faithfulness in all the trials she'd been through.

The door was now open.

From this point on, the conversation was warm and friendly as we shared about prayer and the faithfulness of God. She told me about her friends and family who had been lifting her up in prayer. I told her about the people I've seen healed in the ambulance. It was a divine set-up if ever one existed. She gladly allowed me to pray for her healing.

I placed my hand on her left shoulder.

She said, "Oh, do you want to start with my bad shoulder?"

I laughed and asked if it was a torn rotator cuff.

"No, I have bursitis. It hurts all the time."

I commanded the shoulder to be healed, then asked how it felt.

"Well, it feels wonderful. It doesn't hurt at all."

I'm still having some difficulty believing people when they say this. After years of seeing no results, I'm a little skeptical when a patient is healed in just a few seconds. But it's becoming more common.

Since the healing power of God had already been manifested, I asked if we might go for something bigger. My new friend was going to the cath lab because the left ventricle of her heart wasn't working. She was admitted for breathing problems. An echocardiogram revealed that only 10% of the blood in the left ventricle was leaving on each contraction. Normal is around 60%. She's lived with diabetes for years. We went for complete healing.

I prayed as the Lord revealed different parts of her body that needed healing. I told her that once she was healed, she may experience a recurrence of symptoms and taught her how to keep her healing. I also did some quick training on how to heal others. She was open and excited to learn anything I could share with her.

I gave her a card for the website and told her to contact me with a report. We hugged and I introduced her to the cath lab team. I really hope she sends word on her progress. I promise to share her testimony if we receive it.

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This is the testimony of a woman healed of mouth cancer at one of John Mellor's meetings. She was unable to eat for weeks. The pain and discouragement she suffered caused her to consider suicide, but when a friend suggested she come to a meeting, God met her there and healed her disease.