There she was, laying helpless on the hospital bed. Her children had gathered from all over the country, and because I knew her as the mother in law of my brother, I stood there too. After an exhausting week of tests, they discovered the cancer had spread to almost every vital organ of her body. Too far advanced -came the verdict. It’s a death sentence no one wants to convey.
The doctors had told the family the bad news, and had send her home, because there was nothing they could do for her. That was her wish. If she then had to die, let it be at the familiar surroundings of her own home. As they got into the car to drive her to her hometown, she got so sick that they just had to return to the hospital.
In times such as that we look to a higher power than science. I suggested they take her to a well-known divine healing preacher in town, but they couldn’t get an appointment in time before she fell so sick. Her daughter, my brother’s wife, tried to be very brave. She greeted everybody arriving with an optimistic smile as if nothing bad had happened, but I knew all that was just trying to be nice in keeping a straight face.
Over an over she has to explain what so suddenly went wrong with someone who didn’t seem to have had any problems just weeks ago. A grim reality faced us. Now it looked like we have only one more thing to do, and that is come say a final good bye. Something kept pushing we ought to pray from inside of me. “But a pastor had already seen her and he prayed,” I reason with myself. That Friday I walk away after standing there a long time, but around the corner the urge came so strong that I return and my wife ask them whether we could pray before we leave. “Sure” everybody says. This is that last line of defense we Christians have.
Saturday everything seems even worse. She has every kind of device possible attached to her. We pray again reminding God of His promises. Sunday evening I visited her again. This time she sits up straight talking. She looks so much better. Our hopes are really up now. We know God did something a little more than what science had done up to that point and had given up hope on. We are now left with only one line of defense, a line I have seen so many times come through for me.
It is this line of defense only Christians understand. You can’t explain it. There is nothing tangible, but there is change. It is this line of defense that saved me when I was a hopeless addict. When you experience God like this, He is forevermore real. No one can ever steal your experiences from you. And no matter what theology they offer, they have not been there with you during those final hours wherein there was no hope, before that defense came through. Therefore you know, what you know by what you’ve experienced of Jesus called Christ, the One many dismiss. If you are in any kind of fix or in the kind like the one we have been in just recently, visit www.branham.org and ask for prayer. It’s free, you don’t have to join nothing, or pay anything-all you have to do is believe. The testimonies on the site are proof of the people who used the purchase power [faith] to get what they’ve asked. Hope you have a blessed day.