BUT WILL HE?
It was a Tuesday morning. I had taken my children to school; I was back home cleaning the kitchen. As I was wiping down the kitchen counter, suddenly, I lost all my peace. I stood there trying to grasp what was going on; it came to my mind that I had a mammogram scheduled for that Thursday. An ominous weight of fear washed over me. “LORD, what is wrong? LORD, is something wrong?” Wave after wave of nauseating fear gripped my heart.
I had recently heard a sermon by Derek Prince where he was teaching about healing. Derek had said that the first thing a Christain should do if he or she were faced with a health issue would be to exercise James 5:14-15.
“Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord: And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him.”
The word of GOD was very clear, if we did out part, the LORD would do His It was a New Testament promise from GOD.
As the day went on the heaviness got worse. Something was wrong. I decided to reach out to my Pastor. When he answered the phone I told him what was going on. I was not prepared for what followed. After I had shared everything with him asking him if he and the elders would anoint me and pray for me, there was a measured pause. My Pastor spoke, “Well, if you have committed some really bad sin the elders and I will listen to your confession. But the elders and I have better things to do than to go around anointing sick folk.”
“But isn’t that what the Bible says we are to do?” I was staring at the scripture passage as I spoke to him. “That is what the Bible says.” My pastor repeated what he had said before. Devastated and confused I thanked him as I hung up the phone. “What now, LORD? What now? You heard that, LORD. What now?” I fell down to the floor on my knees sobbing.
I called my prayer partner. I poured out my heart to her. She told me that our former pastor was going to be in the United States that week. “I will ask him to pray for you. We are having a get-together Thursday night. We will pray for you then.”
“But the mammogram is Thursday morning” I replied. ” I don’t know what to do.”
Thursday morning I headed over to the hospital for the test. After the exam, the technician told me to get dressed and released me to leave. I had been told if your mammogram was clear that they would let you go. I felt relieved but the truth was that the gnawing uneasiness was still there. I still had not regained my peace.
The next morning while packing the school lunches the phone rang. It was the Radiologist. “We need you to come back in because we have found something in your left breast. It looks like it might be malignant.” I could hardly breathe. I finished getting the kids in the car, dropped them off at school, and then headed back to the hospital.
This time the technician explained that the exam would have to be more thorough. Two times she came back into the exam room; two times she took X-rays. As I sat on a tiny stool in the darkened room I began to think about all of the women that had passed through that place. My heart was aching. I began praying for us all. The third time the tech opened the door she told me to get dressed. “We have called your husband. He is with the Radiologist. They are waiting for you.”
“Have mercy, LORD. Please have mercy.” I whispered as I dressed and walked down the hallway to the room where they were waiting.
The room was large; one entire wall was a lighted screen adorned with pictures of X-rays. When I walked into the room the Radiologist called my name. She pointed to an X-ray. “Do you see that? Do you see that circle with the white star?” I nodded yes.
She stepped across the floor to another screen. “Do you see this? Do you?” I turned my gaze to where she was pointing. “It’s gone! Do you see that? It was right there! But now it’s gone! Do you see that?” The Radiologist was pacing back and forth searching the X-rays intently, now and then shaking her head.
A deep warm sense of relief and thankfulness flooded my heart, mind, and soul. “It is the LORD,” I said. “The LORD has healed me.” Everyone in the room turned to hear what I was saying. I repeated it again, “It is the LORD. He has healed me.”
The Bible says in Psalm 107:2: “Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy;”
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, and today and forever. He has not lost His power. You need to know that
He is not only able, He is willing.
Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; Psalm 103: 2-3
God is not a man, that he should lie; neither the son of man, that he should repent: hath he said, and shall he not do it? or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good? Numbers 23:19
WILL HE?
YES, HE WILL!