A friend of mine told me that his wife had started complaining of severe headaches.
So he took her to a specialist. CT scans revealed a donut-shaped brain tumour 1.5cm in diameter.
The prognosis, if she had an operation, was dismal - because it was a solid tumour with almost the density of the skull. Without an operation, she was given only two years to live.
Since the prognosis was so bad even if she had an operation, they decided not to go ahead with the operation.
They knew that if she didn't receive a miracle, she was going to die.
But she told her doctor, "I'm going to trust my Lord Jesus Christ for my healing."
Over time her pain worsened, to the point she couldn't stand any light or sound or even her husband and their two children. Eventually he had to sleep separately, on the couch.
She eventually became so weak they went back to see a doctor. And the doctor said he would operate the very next day, then sent them both home for the night.
That night her condition worsened. She became discoloured, and almost paralysed down one side.
My friend brought the children alongside their mother's bed to say their last goodbyes.
She prayed for them and hugged them; and feebly she asked their father to bring their children up in the ways of the Lord.
"I'm going Home, but you must preach the gospel," she said to her husband.
While he was lying alone on the couch that night he began sobbing uncontrollably.
"I don't want to see her die, Lord! She always believed you were going to heal her, but now she's dying. I know you never fail Lord."
Suddenly he felt the Holy Spirit, and he saw a vision. On the wall in front of him, he said, it was like someone had written the words:
"The thief cometh not, but for to steal and to kill and to destroy: but I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly" (John 10:10).
Thief?
"I'm not going to accept a 'thief' (Satan) robbing me of my wife!" he thought to himself.
The vision vanished.
Then a second Scripture appeared on the wall, he said:
"...God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Ghost and with power: who went about doing good, and healing all those that were OPPRESSED of the devil; for God was with Him" (Acts 10:38).
The word 'oppressed' seemed to stand out to him.
He'd been taught though that as a Christian his wife couldn't be oppressed by a demon.
But then a third Scripture seemed to appear:
"My son, attend to my words; incline thine ear unto my sayings.
Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst of thine heart.
For they are life unto those that find them and health to all their flesh.
Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life" (Proverbs 4:20-23).
"Lord, how do I attend to your Words?" my friend asked.
The answer came that he was to attend to John 10:10 and to Acts 10:38.
He thought about that for a moment - then he went to his wife's bedside - it was 8:15pm - and took authority over the spirit of death and over the spirit of cancer.
Then he got back on the couch and continued praying silently until about 4am - and then he got into bed beside his wife and went to sleep.
A few hours later he was woken-up by a familiar, vibrant voice he hadn't heard for a long time.
"Wake up! I'm healed!" he heard his wife saying happily, "The Lord Jesus healed me last nigh!"
There she was standing in front of him, already showered, her beautiful knee-long hair all shampooed, fully dressed.
They went straight back to the doctor. The Radiologist had new Cat Scans done.
"I think they've made a mistake," the doctor said, "because these Cat Scans show no brain tumour. It has to be a mistake".
"No, Doctor, Jesus healed her!" my friend said.
"My God never fails," his wife added smiling.
"We have to check this out, because it's impossible. I've never seen anything like this before," the doctor said.
So instead of having an operation that day, they both came back home.
A month of investigations followed.
The radiologist said, "I'm a man of science. I don't believe in God. But I have to admit there's definitely Someone up there taking care of you."
In the joy of it all, my friend's wife conceived their third child, he told us, grinning.
Many of their relatives were Hindus, and he and his wife had been praying for their salvation for a long time. As a result of seeing this miracle of healing, many of them became Christians.
I saw my friend and his beautiful family again not too long ago, including the youngest child, all grown-up now.
He's still preaching the Gospel of course and praying for people for healing and deliverance - with his healthy, happy, adoring wife always by his side.
All still so full of life and love for the Lord JESUS - and for everyone they meet.
I've Posted my friend's story, with what he said are his wife's before-and-after pictures, before—but I thought I'd Share it again today. (I haven’t sought to independently verify the pics.)
