Miracles

Being An Account Of Miraculous Healings In The Charles S. Price Evangelistic Campaigns

I Am the Lord that Healeth Thee!

The Story of One of the Greatest Miracles of Modern Times

By MRS, LOUIS S. JOHNSTON, Laurel, Ontario, Canada.

How pleased I am to tell to others, how Jesus the Great Physician made me well, after my being a helpless cripple for over ten years. When I touched the hem of His garment He wrought a miracle in my body, just as He did in those who touched Him in the days of long ago.

After three years of happy married life, I contracted tonsillitis, which turned to quinsy, then to rheumatic fever. I had three medical doctors, and two trained nurses. The doctors hardly thought I would live through the rheumatic fever, I had such a heavy attack of it, but after being in bed thirteen weeks, I gradually became sufficiently well to be up.

MRS. LOUIS S. JOHNSTON, Laurel, Ontario,

Canada

“Jesus Never Fails”

To the honor and glory of Jesus Christ, the Great Physician, these testimonies are given with the prayer that suffering humanity may read, and reading might believe.

He who bore our sins on Calvary’s tree carried also our sicknesses — and He who atoned for our every transgression provided in His infinite love for the healing of our broken bodies.

Jesus of Nazareth still walks the highways of life and still brings salvation and healing to "whosoever will”.

“Jesus Christ the Same Yesterday and Today and Forever.”

However, the fever had left my lower limbs in a very painful condition, and during that summer and fall, they became much worse, until they got so bad that I could not walk nor stand nor even move. Back to bed I had to go, and there I stayed for about three years, for I was not able to even sit in a chair. I was under the care of three medical doctors, who truly did all they could to help me, but nothing made me any better.

Then we decided to try something else, so I was taken to Toronto (sixty miles distant) where we spared no expense in trying to get something to make me well. We tried every remedy or doctor that we, or our friends thought could give me any benefit. The next five years I was taken to Toronto frequently, and was under the care of doctors for sometimes four, six, eight or ten weeks at a time, then was brought home for a few weeks and taken back again. I had twenty different doctors, yes, doctors of all kinds, medical doctors, specialists, chiropractors, osteopaths, homeopaths, electric treatments, massage treatments, X-ray, etc., etc.

I suffered greatly with my throat as well as my limbs, being at times for several weeks (one time fourteen) when I could not speak a single word, not even in a whisper. I had to make signs or write what I had to make known. The doctors took out my tonsils twice (five years’ time between the operations) also operated on the back of my throat.' Then I had all my teeth extracted as some of my physicians thought the teeth might be causing my trouble. All efforts were of no avail. Sometimes I would be slightly better only to become worse again. The doctors never claimed to be able to diagnose my disease correctly, as they declared I was an exceptional case. They believed as they declared, however, that my extreme pain was a combination of rheumatism and neuritis resulting from my severe attack of rheumatic fever. 1 suffered excruciatingly night and day, and had to be cared for like a baby. Although the greater part of my ten years’ illness I was in bed, yet at intervals during the last seven years I was able to sit in a chair. My husband carried me wherever I had to be taken and when that became too hard on him we got two crutches but 1 never got well enough to use both of them, for my limbs were too helpless. The lower part of my back was very painful also. Sometimes, when my husband would not be in the house to carry me, I would slide down off my chair onto the floor, and crawl to where I wanted to go. Oh no, I couldn’t creep like a little child, but just sat on the floor, and with my two hands a little behind me, I would shove myself. It was a very painful piece of moving, and my hands became very sore, with hard calloused lumps on them. Both limbs became very small and the right one got to be only about three-fourths the size of the left.

The first three years of my affliction were spent in bed, the next five years mostly in Toronto, then the last two years I stayed home, although I still kept taking different kinds of treatments (electric and osteopathic) in our nearest town.

Although, as I said before, I never got well enough to use the two crutches, yet, sometimes, (and it was only sometimes, for very often I could not bear even to be carried) I could go the length of the room, or a very short distance, by my husband lifting me up until my weight on the right side was on a crutch, and he himself supported me on the left side. My right limb would not straighten out, but was bent in sort of a crook behind the left one. In walking this way my right limb of course did not touch the floor by eight or ten inches, and the left one barely touched the floor. Almost my whole weight rested on my husband and crutch.

The best that earthly aid could do for me, for those ten long years, was to keep me in bed or on a chair. Ten long years of misery and torture passed by, with suffering that could never be described, and then—when we seemed to have come to the end of the road, there being nothing else to do or try, yes—then, we heard of, and came in touch with a Physician who never fails,—even the Great Physician.

Yes, one day, when my suffering was so intense that I could not even sit up, but was lying on a couch, too ill all over to even take notice of things, we heard that an evangelist, Dr. Price by name, was having meetings and praying for the sick people, many of whom became well.

To make this part of my story short, I was taken to Paris, Ontario, Canada (seventy miles away) where Dr. Price was holding a campaign. Although we knew nothing whatever of anything in this line, yet we were always willing and anxious to accept anything that might possibly help me. We reached Paris, October 15, 1924, in time for the evening meeting. On the following Sunday, October 19, Jesus touched my poor pain-racked body, and healed me instantly.

How well I remember the evangelist’s message that first night, how he told us, that “He is able, He is willing and He Will” both for soul and body. “Faith cometh by hearing and hearing by the Word of God,” and as I listened to the clear and powerful exposition of God’s Word, as declared by the Lord’s faithful servant Dr. Price, how every bit of my very being did hunger for more of Jesus. It was Jesus, whom the evangelist exalted, Jesus, ~who was lifted up to draw all to Him. As I looked and beheld the blessed Christ of Galilee, I was indeed drawn to Him, and lost sight of the evangelist almost entirely.

During my ten years’ illness, my husband and I had prayed, oh yes, we prayed often, that the Lord would bless the means we were using to make me well. Truly we shed many bitter tears over my hopeless condition. We were members of the Methodist Church, and had both been brought up in Christian homes. Up to the time of our hearing God’s Word given out in such a real and living way in those meetings, we were led to believe that the age of healing through prayer was over, and that all we poor sick and afflicted ones could do was to patiently wait until we would be called home.

God was now opening His word to us in larger way in these meetings and as He removed the scales from our eyes, we saw that the healing stripes that Jesus bore on the cross for the healing of our bodies, were just as real, as the cleansing Blood He shed for the remission of our sins.

When the first altar call was given, I asked my husband to take me to the altar and he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the altar, and laid me down beside it. No, I certainly could not kneel, neither could I sit, like other people, but had to lean against the bench in a reclining position. I don’t think I missed being taken to the altar in any one of the meetings where an altar call was given. Oh how my heart was melted as I stayed by that altar bench, how I did cry to Jesus with a broken and a contrite heart. He showed me myself as I really was, and I can truly say that for a time, I lost sight of my need for my body, for I wanted Jesus most of all as my Saviour. Yes, I wanted more of Jesus, I wanted the Blesser more than the blessing. I do praise Him that He drew me close, so very close to Him, and then, after consecrating my life to Him and making a full surrender, I asked Him to heal my afflicted body.

At the close of the Sunday evening’s service, after drinking in the glorious truths of God’s Word in four days’ meetings, I was again at the altar, and by faith kneeling at the foot of the old rugged cross I was so lost with Jesus, and so melted with His love, that I was scarcely conscious of preacher or people. Then, such an overpowering sweetness of the Holy Spirit came upon me, that I became indeed completely dead to what was going on around me. Just then the Lord gave me such a precious vision of the Straight and Narrow Way—a vision that has stayed with me ever since, for He showed me that the narrow way was the way in which I must walk. At this time the evangelist obeyed the command in God’s Word, Jas. 5:14., and offered prayer for the healing of my body, after which, I then sat upon the bench. Someone offered to get my crutch, as the time had now come to leave the building, but I said “No, I do not need any crutch tonight.” Then my husband went to lift me up, but I said “No” again. Oh, I just knew that Jesus would not fail me, if I trusted Him fully. (Anyone not knowing what I suffered, could not realize what it meant for me to even make an effort to move, for, any extra moving meant additional pain, and would probably necessitate my having to go to bed for days or weeks.) However, I had come to the place where I believed the Word ABSOLUTELY, praise God, and believed too that the present time, was the time to trust Him completely, and to depend on Him, alone, to enable me to walk.

To this day, I do not know how I arose to my feet, but Jesus gave me the faith to try, and then He did the rest. Up to that very moment, the pain was just as severe, (many times during the meetings I could not keep the tears back, for the pain was so hard to bear) but the very instant that I was on my feet, I HAD NOT AN ACHE NOR A PAIN.

Glory to His precious name! My poor twisted limb became straight, and both limbs received power to walk IMMEDIATELY, and I walked alone, with Jesus, unaided by any earthly help whatever. The prisoner had been loosed, the captive set free in a moment’s time, by the mighty Power of Jesus, and wonder of wonders, the next time I looked at my limbs they were EXACTLY the SAME SIZE, I could tell no difference. As I walked I did not know my feet were touching the floor, for I seemed to be walking in the air. Yes, I walked the full length of the big arena, (my husband by my side) then up the street to where our car was parked, opened the car door myself, and got in the car myself. My crutch had been left behind, in the arena, where it was hung in full view on the platform, for everyone to see what the Lord had done. Hundreds of people followed us out to the street and to the car, and I think most of them were weeping and praising God for beholding such a mighty miracle. I myself was not conscious of very much besides Jesus, and that He had made me to walk. That night I knew what it was to sleep soundly all night, and to turn myself without pain, for the first time in ten years. What a Great Physician! Yes, it was He who performed the miracle, not Dr. Price, the evangelist. It was Dr. Price who showed me the way, by his faithful preaching of the Word (May God bless him) and it was the blessed WORD that got down into my heart and was made real.

Have I been able to walk ever since that night Jesus touched me and made me completely well. (my very bad throat was healed as well as my limbs); has the healing lasted? Yes, Praise God! My healing has lasted. I am so glad to witness that the same Jesus who has Power to save and to heal, is also able to keep and He has kept me, all glory to Him!

It is now five years and five months ago tonight by that date, since Jesus put me on my feet, and I have never been off my feet a single day for any trouble with my limbs. Neither does my throat bother me at all, while I have had some tests in my body during that time, yet the Great Physician has always delivered both my husband and me in our every time of need. NEVER ONCE during those five years and five months have we ever used the slightest remedy of any kind. Truly we have no need of earthly remedies for Jesus is all sufficient. He never fails those who put their trust in Him. Doesn’t our Bible tell us that Jesus is the same— always ?

Since Jesus came into my husband’s life and mine in so real a way, at the time of my miraculous healing, our lives have truly been changed, and “all things have become new.” Now, our lives are hid with Christ in God. We do praise God for revealing His Word to us in such a wondrous way. We praise Him too, that the blessed Jesus, is now, not only our personal Saviour, but also our Great Physician, our Baptizer in the Holy Ghost, and our coming King. How precious God’s Word has become to us! As He leads us out more into His fullness, the farther we go the better it gets, and as we learn day by day to trust Him more, each day we find Him dearer, and His service sweeter.

While healing for the body is wonderful, praise God (and only those who have been delivered from great suffering can really know what such a deliverance means) yet oh, spiritual blessings far exceed any other blessings. Our bodies are only for time, but our souls for eternity.

To the dear ones who are sick in either body or soul, oh I just plead with you to let Jesus have His way in your lives. There is no one so able, no one so willing as He, for every need. He has paid a costly price, even the shedding of His precious Blood, to purchase freedom from sin and sickness for all who will believe. What He asks of us, is not silver nor gold, but that our lives might be wholly yielded unto Him.

“All that I need He will always be,

All that I need till His face I see,

All that I need through Eternity,

Jesus, is all I need.”

An Invalid for Nineteen Years Set Free by “God’s Touch”

By MISS BERTHA IRVINE, Lebanon, Oregon.

In 1903 I was taken with Typhoid fever, and never fully recovered from it until I was so marvelously healed by God.

In July 1904 I was again confined to my bed; in December of the same year I was operated on and had the appendix and gall stones removed. This operation did not help me a great deal. I suffered such pain in my stomach, right side, and leg. My leg was so affected I could hardly walk on it; sometimes I could walk about the house with crutches or help.

I had to be so careful of what I ate. So many kinds of food did not agree with me. The pain in my stomach extended through to my back, and I was very nervous. I have been in bed a year at a time at different times.

I dragged along in this condition for several years. In 1920 I was operated on again and the gall bladder was this time removed. In one week through vomiting, the stitches were broken in the incision. I lay all day with the wound open. When the doctor came at night and opened the bandages he found the flesh had turned dark. I was again placed on the operating table. When they placed me back on the bed the doctor said I was as dead as I would ever be. I came through, though I was quite stiff. We had prayed earnestly before I went to the hospital that if I could not come through the operation safely that I might not be permitted to go on the table again.

After this operation I did not have such pain in my side, but my leg and stomach were not helped. I had about lost all confidence in doctors, still, when one is suffering one will try to do something. In 1922 a neighbor told me Dr. Price was in Albany preaching and people were being healed. I said that I was going. I did not know how I might bring this about; but another Sister came to stay with daddy (93 years of age) and my sister, who was at home, a nephew, and myself went to Albany. We experienced such a wonderful meeting, such wonderful power. Thank God. What a blessing it was to hear God’s Word and see people healed in such a marvelous way and so many souls brought to our Master.

We went over on Monday, and on Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, 1922, I was touched by one who is All Powerful, “Our Saviour” and made new in Christ Jesus. The bonds of pain were lifted and I was free to walk as others walk. Oh praise God for His goodness! No one knows the joy of it. The spirit of God certainly did its work by going into every crevice of my body. It was a wonderful experience. Oh if I could only do something' worth while for my Master.

Next morning I started out to see my neighbors (those who thought they would believe if I were healed. They had forgotten it).

Daddy was afraid for me to go, but I made four calls that morning and I am still going and praising God for His goodness to me.

I have gone to school since and taught two years. Dear friends, my prayer is for you to lean harder on God as He still saves and heals if we only trust Him and have faith in Him.

I am now a graduate of Oregon Normal, Monmouth, Oregon, having finished last June.

I love to work for my Master.

From the Gates of Death, A Modern Miracle

By MISS M. FOX, 1906 Daniels St., Vancouver, Wash.

First of all I wish to say that every word of this testimony is written for the glory and honor of my Lord who hath wrought this marvelous miracle in my life. Praise His Name! I know that God lives; that His Son, Jesus, bore the sin and sickness of all this world. I know because the Bible, God’s Word, declares it, and I know because He not only saved me, but healed my body when all earthly hope was gone. So in praise unto Him, and with the prayer in my heart that some other weary sufferer may find peace and healing for soul and body, in His name, I give this account of my suffering and healing.

I was born with every organ in my body out of place. My heart, as well as being out of place, was too small, and in later years, owing to chronic rheumatism, became diseased. An operation was performed to put the stomach and intestines back in their proper places, but was utterly unsuccessful.

Kind hearted doctors did all in their power to relieve my sufferings, but to no avail.

I had an operation for appendicitis and afterwards adhesions developed, for which I had another operation, but in a few months adhesions formed again. Then in 1918 I had attacks of influenza and pleurisy. My lungs were affected and then began the long, tedious “cure” for tuberculosis. My throat was also tubercular. I lay in bed in a tent for several months, when the physician pronounced me sufficiently improved to allow of my being up a part of the day.

Just at this time I lost my dear Mother—God called her home. Shortly after this I had a very serious illness, during which my life was despaired of, but God heard the prayers of my father and spared me. Then it was found necessary to perform another serious operation. The strain proved too much for me; in a short time the tuberculosis was active again. This time I had to go to a sanitarium for treatment. I was there several months and, as I did not improve, but rather grew worse, losing weight continually, I decided to go home, I thought, to die.

Several years before this I had been confined to my bed for seventeen long, weary months with hip joint disease. The disease had become quiescent. Later, an injury to my ankle caused considerable difficulty, and shortly after I left the sanitarium the disease in my leg again became active, and walking became increasingly difficult and painful.

At a very early age my eyesight failed, and for some years I had to wear colored glasses, for I could not bear the bright light. Doctors said I would eventually become totally blind.

The operations which I had, were, as I have already stated, quite unsuccessful. I was also afflicted with constipation. Owing to the organs and intestines being out of place, medicine failed to have any effect, and I had to depend almost entirely upon enemas of different kinds, and at times even they would fail, and my whole system would become poisoned. At such times I suffered intensely.

I have been under the X-ray twenty times, and have had thirty doctors in actual attendance upon me.

Such was my condition in the year of 1923. I cannot look back upon that weary time without a shudder. Faith began to fail, doubts crept in. Why? Why ? Why? was the continual cry of my heart. I saw others going on and making a success of life. Why was I, who so earnestly and ambitiously desired to attain something in the world, stricken down in this way ? Doubts crept in upon me, at first almost unawares. I went to church whenever I was able to do so. I did not hear the way of the Cross preached as of yore. I would go away with a vague, unnamed dissatisfaction in my heart. I remember once going to church to listen to a previously announced sermon upon the subject of the “Coming of the Lord.” I heard that night that we must not believe the Bible, that we must not expect our blessed Lord to return in the way that His Word says He will, only in a spiritual way will He come, was what I heard.

When my father and I went home that night, we talked over that which we had heard. My father’s faith, Praise God, was not shaken, but mine was. “Perhaps,” I said, “he is right and we wrong.” And then, ah, how subtle is the Devil. More doubts were whispered to my heart. “If,” said the tempter, “the Bible does not speak the truth regarding this, may there not be many other things not right there?” and I listened to his whisperings. I was a great reader. I read books which increased doubts of the inspired Word of God; books which left me no foundation to stand upon; books which still leave one a God, but deny the deity of the Saviour and His power to save; and this, in spite of the fact that God’s Word says “No man cometh unto the Father, but by Me.” Whither was I drifting? I shuddered to think where! From childhood I had always prayed and now with my doubts and fears, to whom should I pray, for what should I pray ? But God, whose eye, we read, runs to and fro throughout the whole earth was watching me and was bringing speedy relief.

Just at this time, when I was helpless, hopeless and undone, God sent Luke Rader to Edmonton, Canada, where I was then living, and also gave me strength to attend a number of the meetings, and I came back to the old, sweet faith in Jesus, and again experienced joy and peace, praise His holy name! A few times in my life, had some dear saints of God spoken to me of healing for the body as well as forgiveness for sins, but I cast the thought from me, saying, “I suppose God could heal people, but I don’t think healing is for these days.” But as Mr. Rader preached of a Christ who is the same yesterday, today and forever, I began to see that Jesus had a perfect redemption to offer to all who would accept it—a complete redemption from all the curse, Praise His Holy Name! And so one night a number of Mr. Rader’s workers gathered around, anointing me with oil, and prayed the Lord to heal me. I was not healed that night; it was not easy to rid myself of all my old doubts and fears, and I was dull of understanding still, for “spiritual things are spiritually discerned.” A week after the Rader meetings were concluded, there came to Edmonton that man of God Dr. C. S. Price.

God increased my strength so that I was sufficiently strong to attend the meetings, which were held in the Arena. Never had I been in such meetings before. Never had I been where the Holy Spirit was so honored. The first Tuesday afternoon of the campaign, there was held a service for the sick—a service for the purpose of showing to those seeking healing for their body, the necessity of full consecration and obedience to the Lord. That afternoon I was given a card and was to be prayed for at the first Divine Healing service. After spending most of the day in prayer, I went to the Arena that night expecting to be prayed for, but as the service progressed, darkness settled down over me—a cloud through which I could not glimpse any ray of light. I felt that I could not be prayed for that night. I must first find what was this cloud between myself and my Lord.

Most of that night I spent in prayer: morning found me still struggling—not yet had light dawned in my heart. At last utterly worn out with the struggle, I literally threw myself on my face and cried out to God, “O Lord, I don’t know what is the matter; if you don’t show me what is standing between Thee and me, there is no hope for me, I am undone.”

I had come to the end of myself, and then it was that the Lord could begin to talk to my heart. In that moment I fully realized my own utter insufficiency and dependence upon God. It seemed then that the Lord, Himself, quieted me, and, oh, how tenderly, showed me my own heart, and that which was standing between the blessing I sought and myself. As though an open book had been placed before me, I saw and read my heart there. It had taken a terrible struggle. I believe I had not before been willing to have the Lord show me wherein lay the trouble, but now it was all plain. I saw it all, pride and ambition! During the few years of my life that I had been strong enough to study, I had made considerable progress in music— had been told by some of the best authorities that I could be a concert performer. I loved music with a love that was positively idolatrous. Other branches of study were intensely fascinating to me also. Whenever a little accession of strength would come, I would plunge into study with the greatest ardor only to have fondly cherished hopes and ambitions again struck down.

As I lay quiet and still in His Sacred Presence, it was as though He spoke to my heart, quieting all its anxiety and pain: “My child, if I heal you, will you give me those things you love so well, will you yield to me your little all ?” I thought it over for a little, and at last made the surrender: “Dear Lord,” I said, “I know I have always put those things first in my life, but, Lord, from this time, if You say never touch a piano again, as long as I live I never will; if You say never open another book besides the Bible, as long as I live I never will.” From the depths of my heart I meant it, and God knew I meant it. Never can I tell the peace that flooded my soul in that moment of complete consecration. Peace and joy thrilled my being. Praise God! Never shall I forget that hour alone with God.

Just when it seemed I had given up all to Him, then it was that He, in His love and tenderness, seemed to take those things and give them back to me—but there was a difference—they were His now, as well as mine, they were purified, to be used only as He would have and for His glory. To this day when I play the piano that moment comes back to me so vividly; music is sacred, it is now for His praise and glory.

Well, I was having a wonderful time there alone with my Lord who was becoming with each passing moment more precious to my heart, when there came a knock at the door. It was a neighbor who, knowing that I was alone, had come to see if I was all right. I was sorry to be disturbed for I surely was having a glorious time, however, I rose and went to the door. As I opened it she looked at me and quite suddenly threw up both her hands. I wondered what could be wrong, but in a moment she exclaimed:

“Miss Fox, what has happened?”

“Happened?” I echoed, “Why what do you mean?”

“Your eyes,” she said, “what has happened to your eyes? Don’t you know? Go, look in the mirror!”

Needless to say, I did look, and praise the Lord, what do you think I found ? A film had been slowly forming over my eyes, dimming them. I do not know just what it was—the doctors did not seem to understand it. One specialist had told me that I would eventually be hopelessly blind. Now, as I gazed in the mirror I found that THE FILM HAD ALL GONE FROM MY EYES. They were bright and clear. As yet the sight was no better, but the dim glazy look was all gone. God had given me the earnest of my healing when I surrendered my little all to Him. I prayed no more that day. I could only praise Him. I KNEW HE WOULD HEAL ME!

That night I went again to the Arena and eagerly awaited the time when Dr. Price would pray for the sick. Sitting there amongst the sick and suffering how my heart thrilled with hope! As I listened to those God-inspired messages faith had sprung up within my heart, and now it amounted to certainty. I knew 1 would be healed. As I sat there I could feel the power of God; scarcely could I keep my seat.

One thing I had determined on, however, I would not fall when I should be prayed for, no indeed, I was a dignified church member, and I would draw the line at that! I liked everything very quiet!

But somehow when I went forward for prayer, the Lord came so near, His presence was so great and so precious, that all else was forgotten, and before I could realize what had happened I was lying on my back in the sawdust. Oh, the solemnity, the sacredness, the joy of that hour! Forgotten were the great crowds! Unmindful of the many curious eyes, I was lost to all but the joy and peace that were flooding my soul. It seemed as though I were shut away alone with my precious Lord. I was just becoming acquainted with Him in a real personal way. I found I could talk with Him there. Indeed He became in that sacred hour all in all to me. I believe I can truthfully say that that night I got beyond the desire for physical healing, got beyond the desire for mere blessing; I desired above all things else the Healer Himself.

I wanted the Blesser rather than the blessing. But thank God, I found I could have both, Blesser and blessing, Healer and healing. I was shut away alone with Him. True I knew where I was, was conscious of the people around me—yet it seemed that I was alone with Him—Jesus and I! Hallelujah ! He became to me, in that glorious hour the Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star, yea, the One altogether lovely!

I do not know how' long I lay there, but presently I arose. Then it was that the realization of a remarkable change came to me. I noticed immediately that the stiffness was gone from my knee, and the swelling was all gone from my leg. When I entered the Arena that night my limb from my knee to my foot was badly swollen and very painful—now both swelling and pain were gone. Praise the Lord!

I was very busy looking down at my foot; it was so wonderful to have it free from pain and stiffness. I kept looking down—it pays to look up sometimes, as I found out. When I did finally look up I found another cause for rejoicing. I could read the signs in the Arena. How I rejoiced! How happy I was!

On my way home I could scarcely contain myself. I read all the advertisements in the street car—I read all about the merits of Lux and Old Dutch Cleanser, Auto Tires and all sorts of things. My friends were much amused and happy. So was I! In fact I never felt happier in. my life. The Lord had fulfilled His Word! I could have shouted the praises of God! However, I behaved very decorously—relieving my exuberant spirits by reading the advertisements, and enjoying to the full my new found ability to read them.

One thing, however, caused me to wonder. I still had pain in my stomach and abdomen. It did not frighten me, though. I knew the Lord would complete the work He had begun in my body. The pain and stiffness were gone from my limb, the fever was gone, and I had not coughed any more I knew that all would be well!

When I retired to my room that night, the pain still continued, and after I was in bed it became steadily worse. More and more intense it became till I wondered how I could endure it. Still I knew all would be well! I knew I was going to be completely delivered, and in the midst of the pain I kept praising God. At last there came another pain, different from any I had ever had in my life.

It was sharp, hot, I cannot describe it, but as it flashed through my body, my stomach and abdomen heaved upward, something inside me snapped and loosened and I felt every organ go to its place in my body. That was the last pain I had. Praise God! I was healed!

_ Will it last? The question was asked on all sides. All this took place six and one half years ago and I am still healed. In all this time I have never taken a single dose of medicine—I have not needed it! I weighed eighty-five pounds at the time of my healing and at once began to gain in weight For some time about all I wanted to do was eat and sleep. Yes! It lasted all right! And it’s still good, praise the Lord!

Shortly after my healing the Lord filled me with the Holy Spirit, and a few months later I received a call into the harvest field and have since been preaching the unsearchable riches of this Christ who is all in all to me. I know that He is the “same yesterday and today and forever. I proved His Word and found it true, and praise His name, that which He has done for me He is able to do for all who read this testimony of His power to save and heal.

I shall always thank God for the ministry of Brother Price and what it has meant to our family in the healing of myself and my brother. May the Lord continue to bless His consecrated ministry in the future as in the past to countless thousands throughout the world.

Carried In—But Walked Out

By MISS ERMA WILKINSON (11 Years Old), Wenatchee, Washington

March 8, 1930.

Dear Brother Price:

I am still praising the dear Lord for my healing. J shall never forget the night of the third of July of 1929. Oh it is wonderful how the Lord touched me that night.

I took sick in the evening of February twelfth of 1929. Mother said that I lay in convulsions all night and did not come out of them until five o’clock the next morning. The doctor remained with me for four and one-half hours that night. I was near death, but mother, father, our pastor, and a few of the saints prayed earnestly for me.

Two days after that I went to the hospital for a spinal puncture. They took a blood test, and thought the spinal puncture unnecessary, so I went home. I was then in bed for three weeks and a half. Many kept praying for me.

One day the saints gathered and especially prayed for me, and the next day I began to walk, but my left foot seemed to draw toward my right foot. My left arm seemed to draw and hurt. I could not hold anything on my stomach. My bowels were paralyzed; my ears and eyes were affected. I then had a relapse and had to go to the hospital for medical treatment. When I went to the hospital I grew worse. They then found out I had infantile paralysis.

My leg was drawing so badly that the doctor put a cast on it to straighten it. My leg drew so badly that the cast cracked, and the doctor then put an-other one on it. It seemed to do my leg no good as my leg just shriveled up until it was an inch and a half shorter, and smaller around than the other. The doctor then took the second cast off.

They tried to have me stand on crutches, but I was so weak that I would fall if they would let go of me. This made me nervous and caused my paralysis to be worse. The doctor said I could get just as much fresh air at home as I could at the hospital so they took me home. When I was at the hospital they got my stomach to hold a little food, but they had to give me an enema every night for thirteen weeks. The doctor was not certain whether an operation would ever enable me to walk or not. When I came home from the hospital my stomach would bloat so badly. My parents then took me to another doctor and had X-ray pictures taken.

The opening of my stomach to the large intestines was nearly shut, and my stomach was all drawn out of shape. The doctor gave me some medicine and I took it for three weeks, but it did not seem to do any good.

They were thinking of taking me to Soap Lake or Seattle for treatments when mother said to daddy, “I believe if we trust the Lord fully Erma would be healed. She said, “If there should be a tent meeting not far away could I take her to it?” Daddy said, “Yes.”

It was not more than two or three days until mother heard from sister Duffin, who had been living in Wenatchee and moved to Yakima two weeks before. In her letter she told us of a tabernacle meeting being held by Dr. Price. We did not know Dr. Price then, but praise the Lord, we know him now. She told mamma to bring me down that I might be prayed for.

Mother took me down, and I was there a week before I was prayed for. My knee was so stiff and extended out so that they had to carry me in sideways. On Wednesday of the third of July they carried me up to the platform. After Dr. Price prayed for the ones standing on the platform he came over to the side of the platform where they had me on a bench. Dr. Price anointed me with oil and prayed for me. The glory of the Lord came down and I went under the power for a few minutes. I then sat straight up; my left hand that was paralyzed opened, and I arose to my feet. My left leg that was paralyzed and the leader that was drawn so badly was now straightened, and I was bearing all my weight. Hallelujah!

I began to walk. I seemed to be led by Jesus, and I seemed to be walking on clouds. Jesus was so dear to me that night. Sometimes I almost stopped walking, but then I heard Jesus’ sweet voice saying, “Come, Come and follow Me.” I felt that if I should stop walking I would be backing away from Jesus so I walked on and followed Him. I walked for an hour or longer before I stopped.

My mother and many others watched my healing being performed. When I stopped walking they told me that I had my eyes closed all the time, and questioned me how I could walk around with my eyes closed and not stumble. I told them I saw a hand and an arm clothed with a white garment. I knew it was Jesus. Praise His dear name! That night mother said that I would half awaken and say, “Praise the Lord!”

I gained twenty pounds the first two weeks after coming home from Yakima. I kept on gaining until by the first of November I had gained thirty pounds. I weighed 61 pounds when they took me to Yakima.

I was ten years old when I took sick and am now eleven years old.

By the grace of the Lord I will follow Jesus.

If I Can But Touch the Hem of His Garment

By MRS. VIOLET M. GEORGE, U207 94th St., Edmonton, Alberta.

March 25, 1930.

Dear Dr. Price:

When are you coming to Edmonton again ? We do hope you will be able to this Spring; this city certainly needs the Full Gospel. We know of so many who would give you a real welcome. I wonder if you remember big Brother and Sister Wilson, whenever we meet we always speak of you, and the way the Master used you to bring us LIFE, for that is what it practically was, both spiritual and physical too. She with her fearful goiter and kidney trouble, hardly able to move and he with his paralysis and neuritis and I with my two tumors, one of them cancerous, and not expected to live the year out, and this was all in September 1923. Seven years ago. It almost seems like a dream now or rather I might say a nightmare when I think of the terrible suffering I had to bear. I was skin and bones only just weighing a little over a hundred pounds though I am five foot five and one half inches (six months later I weighed 135 lbs.). Doreen who was not quite two years old, never knew what it was to have a well Mummy till after that time.

My bowels could not function finally and all I swallowed (nothing much but water and milk) came up through my mouth. I longed for death and only the thought of my five little ones made me sorry to go. I attended Grace Presbyterian Church, Calgary (where we then lived) when I was able. Our minister had gone away on his holidays for three months, and Dr. McCrossan (a precious man of God) who came to fill in told us of you and your work and how blessed he had been at your meetings in Albany and Victoria, and although up to that time, I had always thought of Divine Healing as humbug and a fable, he spoke in such a way about it that I could not doubt there was something in it.

Then you, Dr. Price, and your wonderful party came, and Dr. McCrossan closed down our services and we all went to the Arena to hear you. Being English I need hardly say I am not very emotional, but the tears would keep coming, when you told the “Old Story” which had never sounded quite the same before, nor the Lord Jesus so real and personal. From that time He became my Saviour, My Lord, and My God, and my whole life was changed in an instant and Praise His matchless name! I became a new creature in Him. “Old things had passed away and all things had become new.” God’s command “Come ye out from among them and be ye separate” came to me; from that day there has been a clear cut line of demarcation between us (for thank God He gave me the whole family) and the world and we are looking for a “City elsewhere”.

Then on top of all this real joy came my healing about a week later. I went up on the platform knowing I was going to be healed, not seeing you or anyone, only Jesus who used your little frame as His temple and His power flowed through you, and touched me, and I was instantly healed!

The nurse who was staying with me, on the night after my healing came into my bedroom and (really quite doubting that anything had taken place) asked me to let her see my body again; at first I refused as it seemed almost like sacrilege but knowing without looking at or feeling myself that the Master had touched me, I at last let her and she just gasped “Well, if you could be healed anyone can!” All lumps, etc., had gone away and my skin was quite smooth again. I have never had a return of cancer, thank God, and where it and the tumors went, I don’t know, I simply know they did go and have never returned. Since that time we have had three more boys added to the family.

Can you wonder we all thank God for directing you to Calgary in 1923? From that time the Lord has had first place in our home and the five older children, in ages from twenty to nine are praying and expecting to go out as foreign missionaries, and I sincerely pray that, should the Lord Jesus tarry the whole eight will be out in definite service for Him somewhere.

We are still hoping to hear that you are coming to hold a campaign here soon.

May God richly bless you and yours and keep you in the “hollow of His hand.”

The Light from Heaven

By MRS. JEAN C. BARKER 1446 West 5th Ave., Vancouver, B. C.

March 15, 1930.

It is in humble thankfulness to our Heavenly Father, our God of Power, Who healed me of cancer in the twinkling of an eye, that I write this testimony trusting that someone may be encouraged to look up and trust and be healed even as I was.

In the summer of 1915 our family moved to Victoria, B. C. I had been more or less under a physician’s care for two years suffering from two growing lumps in my left breast. In Victoria my husband had me examined by the best surgeons who diagnosed my case as cancer and advised me to have an instant operation. In September 1915 they took me to the Provincial Royal Jubilee Hospital, Victoria, and so successfully removed all parts affected on my left side that there was no chance of a cancer returning there any more, unless it came in the bones. I recovered.

In July 1916 my husband left for France.

One morning in 1917 I awakened to find a swollen gland and the dread old pain (which saps the strength and life out of one’s body) in my right breast. This was a Wednesday morning and I went to see the surgeon at once. He said, “Get ready and I’ll operate.” On Sunday I went in. Now my husband was in France and my little daughter was just three years old. Kind friends took her this time as during the former operation and I shall never forget the lady who took me to the hospital that Sunday evening. I was operated on at 9 A. M. Monday and remained under the anesthetic until 5 P. M. When I awakened a nurse was coming towards me with a glass of stimulant. She said, “So you’re here, are you? Then you don’t need this. I really thought you would never come back.” She little knew how near I was to passing over into the place from which we do not come back. In that long sinking silence a Presence all in white stood by me. At last I began to plead with this Presence to leave me in this world to finish my work. After much pleading I understood I was denied—then a Voice distinctly said, “Duty.” I then realized I would be left on earth to do my duty. God help me to carry on in that way.

It took me five years to come back to anything like normal strength. It was after this operation my doctor told me my case was diagnosed as MALIGNANT CANCER and that it would return at intervals and no cure had yet been discovered for it. However, I was of good health record and every operation would lengthen my life and that was the best they could do.

In 1923 (I had had six years’ release from disease) when a large lump formed under my right arm caused by a strain from reaching while a lump as large as a garden pea formed on my lip and refused to go away. I suffered extreme weakness from these and the pain told me it was the old enemy.

It was the second week of Dr. Chas. S. Price’s first campaign in Victoria that I became interested in the marvelous stories the papers were publishing about Divine Healing in this man’s ministry.

On Tuesday afternoon I went to hear him preach and to my amazement I saw for the first time the power of Almighty God shown in Divine Healing during the service at the close of the regular preaching service. I never had a sign of a doubt but that this was the work of God.

Why? The Holy Spirit answered my wonder and assured me.

On Thursday afternoon, after having attended the services for preparation for healing, I entered the church to find that large building packed to the doors. Someone made room for me and soon we stood to sing, “How firm a foundation.” Now, through all the years of my long term of public school teaching, this hymn had been my comfort and joy. The house seemed filled with mysterious power. In singing, when we came to the fourth verse, I was weeping my heart out to God, and when we came to the line, “I’ll never, no, never, no never forsake,” I forgot myself and shouted, “I believe you, Jesus, I always have, Heal me, too.” INSTANTLY there came a streak of white light like a bolt from Heaven; it passed through my body and I sat down weeping. I am sure no one saw that light or knew what happened, but I know that my cancer pain vanished and I thank God, I have never had it come back. It took three whole weeks for the swelling to disappear and during those weeks my whole body underwent a perfect house-cleaning. I did not then nor have I ever since taken a dose of medicine. I believe that God can undertake and keep that which is entrusted to Him through Christ Jesus, our Saviour and Lord.

From St. Vitus Dance to Victory

By LORNE FOX, 1906 Daniels St., Vancouver, Wash.

It is with a heart full of gratitude and love that I write this testimony of the marvelous healing power of the Lord Jesus!

At the early age of five sickness and trouble came into my life. Convulsions followed by terrible bilious attacks! For hours I would lie in the dark night of unconsciousness, followed by sick headaches.

Operations were performed on my nose and throat, doctors thinking this would help, but on the contrary, I became worse, until a couple of summers later I took stomach and intestinal flu of a very serious nature. This left me in a very weakened condition, for in those weeks of suffering the doctors had given up hope for me—but God had another plan for my life and again I rallied—but this time with an aggravated form of St. Vitus’ Dance. My heart became greatly enlarged, and often troubled me to the extent that sleep or rest was impossible.

Then with the St. Vitus’ Dance was a continual fever. Almost constantly night and day I ran a fever.

Doctors in various towns and cities were consulted, and finally a serum was given which caused the poison to leave my body in the form of big purplish blotches. The serum was administered hypodermically. For a few short weeks the fever left and I was better, but over-exhaustion brought the disease back again and it was worse than before.

We went, at this time, to the city of Edmonton, Canada, and doctors opened my spine at the base and drained the fluid to see if it was diseased. However, I became steadily worse, and was again taken to the hospital and operated on, but with no success.

My schooling was practically a failure as at the time of my healing I was twelve years of age, and only in the third grade. I was undersized, and, of course, underweight. The disease had shattered my nerves to the extent that feeding myself was speedily becoming impossible. I was liable to put my food in one of my eyes or in my ears, or somewhere else, instead of in my mouth!

At night my father kept his arm over me in order to keep me from jumping and jerking out onto the floor. My ankle joints had become so weak that I could scarcely walk but a few steps without falling, and would lay helpless until someone picked me up. My heart had become very much enlarged and weakened. The doctors shook their heads, and tried to plan some way to find relief. Another operation was advised, but praise God, I was healed just a few days before the operation was to have been performed. The doctors got together in consultation over the case, and finally issued their ultimatum—-I would not likely live to grow up, and if I did, I would always be a helpless invalid, never able to work for myself.

But one day, in the bluest, darkest hour, a man of God, Dr. Price, came to Edmonton, and I was taken to the services. On the first Saturday night none but children were prayed for—and I was one of those children! Those standing near me as Dr. Price prayed for me, said that I jumped completely off my seat, and then it was like an electric shock went through me. Thank God, that was the last jump or jerk I've ever had from that disease from that day to this.

That was over six years ago, and today I’m well and strong—only through the power of the blood of Jesus, and my heart’s desire is that I might be just a humble servant of His until He come s. With the poet, may I say:

“Take my life, and let it be

Consecrated Lord to Thee.”

Instantly Healed of Cancer

By MRS. M. M. MEADOWS, 6611 Arbutus St., Kerrisdale, Vancouver, B, C.

I had two major operations for cancer within twelve days (this was one and one-half years before I had ever heard of Dr. Price) and in 1923 another cancerous lump had grown.

For two years the fingers of my right hand were numb and the pain in the arm and foot was getting unbearable. My heart was in such a condition I could not be given an anesthetic. The doctor informed me that the numbness and pain in my right hand, arm and foot was caused from blood pressure. He told me also that I must be very quiet, etc., in fact, I HAD to be.

The Sunday before Dr. Price came I went to hear Dr. McGuire and he told of the work in Victoria and of Dr. Price.

MRS. M. M. MEADOWS

I was trained by godly parents to believe all of God’s Word and not to be carried away by any fanaticism, so I went home, kept my door closed so not to be disturbed and prayerfully and carefully read over all of John’s Gospel, part of the Acts and part of Hebrews; looked up healing in the Atonement and found the promise of my healing.

The first meeting, myself, and all of my family that the war left, were at the meeting. My eldest son said, “Mother, if I were you, I would fall in with this.” I said, “I think I will, but not tonight.” I wanted to wait and see if Dr. Price was sound. The first meeting, being Friday, I was there, second row from the front. He and Miss Carvell went up and down giving cards but never came near me, nor the row of seats I was in. Oh! with what determination I kept saying to myself, with tears running down my cheeks, “DR. PRICE IS JUST A MAN, MISS CARVELL IS JUST A WOMAN BUT GOD WILL NEVER PASS ME, NO, NEVER,” and like a shot from a gun, I felt God’s hand from above my collar bone to below my lower rib and from the middle of my breast to the outside of my body and my sore arm was hanging by my side. God touched that hand and arm—I lifted it up—the pain was gone and the numbness was gone and also another cancer lump that was growing on the sore hand and I was healed! Glory to God! But I wanted to fulfill the scripture (James 5:14 & 15) and to be prayed for by that good man, Dr. Price, and so on Monday I went up to be prayed for and as I got to Dr. Price I was wondering if I would fall, etc., and my mind was not on Jesus and Dr. Price knew it and said, “Take HIM, sister.” I saw what I was doing and at once I looked to Jesus and got a great blessing. I had received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit long before this but I did receive a blessing at that time.

The dear Lord told me to stand by Dr. Esler and to join his church. Though I lived an hour’s ride away on the car, I took a class of 15 boys which grew to 28 and then it was divided. All the dear ones that were left are saved! Some of them have taken classes, some are in the choir. Then there was the Intermediate Endeavor and Mission Band. The classes each Sunday contain from 30 to 40; and the visiting. Oh, my! in two weeks I visited 280 and was not tired testifying and praising God as I went.

I am at every meeting in the church where God sends me and once a week at a prayer meeting at Mr. McLean’s and once a week at a prayer meeting at Rev. Taylor’s. I do my own work and garden the year’s vegetables. OH! I could tell lots more but perhaps this is sufficient. Praise His dear Name, I am healed. Glory to His Name!

Buried Alive—Yet Lives

Testimony of Rev. John C. Mackenzie of Vancouver, B. C., given in the Price Revival Campaign Tabernacle, Boren and Mercer Streets, Seattle, Washington, 7:36 P. M., Sunday, December 1, 1929 (and stenographically reported)

Dear friends, I want to praise God first of all tonight for the ministry He has committed to our brother, Dr. Price, and for the blessings I received through Brother Price’s Vancouver ministry. I was in Victoria the first time Brother Price came there, but I didn’t go to the meetings. I heard about the healing ministry, but I didn’t go to hear him. But when he came back the second time, I made up my mind to go to hear him. I had been brought up in the Presbyterian doctrine—KIND O’ STIFF in my religion. I didn’t like to go away from my own church. But THEY can get broken down. I went to his meetings with an open heart. I had given my heart to God ten or twelve years before. I followed through to the closing night. He was praying for the sick, and I made up my mind to be prayed for.

Nineteen fourteen (the 10th of August saw me in uniform). When my country called, I offered my services. The 10th of August, 1914, was the first time the Imperial Government accepted the Canadian soldiers to be entered in the GREAT WAR in France. In 1916 through disobedience (drinking water forbidden us because of its not being fit for use until treated) I contracted my first sickness— typhoid fever and dysentery. (The water ran in a stream through the trench, and it was a great temptation. I drank, paid the price, and was taken to the hospital.) As a result of this sickness I spent six to nine months in and out of the hospital. And up to the time of my healing in Brother Price’s campaign I never did get entirely well of this first sickness, and the food we had to put up with did not help matters on very much. The condition of my stomach did not get back to normal. In 1917, at PASCHENDALE, our first machine gun crew was completely wiped out, except for myself and two others. We had a number of German prisoners on our hands, and we dug a big hole to put the Germans in—to protect them—realizing that the lives of these men were as precious as our own;—and that night a shell came over and found its mark, killing the German boys— about eighteen;—and buried the three of us alive who were left of the machine gun crew. You can imagine what a big shell would do, we were swallowed up in the earth slide as it descended upon the top of the three of us;—the boy in the center receiving the full impact and force of it. After a while not without considerable wriggling, two of us succeeded in extricating ourselves, but the chap in the center had to be taken out—so badly injured that two days later he died. After we got out and were relieved (I was unable to move), they took me to the hospital again. I forgot to mention that I was gassed at the same time—(I believe everyone here knows something about that, and the condition it leaves one in) —and so I spent about six years in and out of the hospital—getting little or no relief.

The doctors did their best; but lumbago and rheumatism, all the other things piled up. I was living in absolute misery;—nerves all shot;—couldn't bear even the loved ones in the home. I had weak spells, —dizziness,—didn't know when I was going to fall over. Once on Vancouver Island I fell under a power saw at Parson’s mine—a farmer saved my life. Six years of misery is a long time to live through—never knowing what it was to enjoy a meal or have a sound night’s sleep for headaches. Three eye specialists said I would have to wear glasses, but I went up on the platform in the arena where Brother Price was holding the campaign, and I took the glasses off, and said they would never go on again by the grace of God; and before Dr. Price got near me HIS HYPNOTIC POWER ( ?) threw me over. No. I was going down under the power of God! For three weeks prior to this there was a strange feeling going through my being. I didn’t like to show my ignorance by asking what it was;—but it was the POWER OF GOD! I KNEW it that night, I recognized it, as I stood there on the platform going down under the power—a warm glow of the power of God was going through my being. And that night when I was prayed for I was instantly healed. I have had no more use for eye glasses—they are gone; the medicine chest, my drug store—all gone. I haven’t touched as much medicine as would cover the point of a pin in the last six years since I have been prayed for!—that’s the best part of it. The healing remains —it abides. As long as we are faithful to God—for, dear ones, I believe with all my heart that it is required of us that we be faithful to God;—we must serve Him with all our hearts!—as long as we continue faithful our healing is assured;—and thank God my healing remains to this day.

Six months later I was called before the Pension Board. I used to appear before the Pension Board once a year to see if anything could be added, or if any reduction could be made. The doctor before whom I appeared happened to be one of the doctors on THAT INVESTIGATION COMMITTEE, and he said, “What is the matter with you MacKenzie, you’re not sick!”—and I said, “I know it.” He said, “How long has this been ?” I said, “About six months.” He said, “Were you in the Price meetings ?” (He had been on the Investigating Commit' tee, and when I mentioned six months, he knew what had taken place then). And I asked him, “Do you believe in Divine healing?” and he said, “I certainly do.” Even a doctor!—he could tell what God had done for me. This was on a Wednesday. The Investigating Committee held its last meeting the following Friday, and he asked me if I would come down and give my testimony. I didn’t submit myself. However, he knew what God had done. He was there. And he told the story—told what God had done to me. Told how he had found me little or no better up to the time of the healing services which featured the campaign, and, he concluded, “Here he is now—HEALED!” And I came in, and he said, “Here he is now. He can speak for himself.” And I got up and gave my testimony, and I can say this before God, not one doctor on that committee asked me one question! They couldn’t go against a man of their own profession. But the ministers threw the questions at me. They were especially curious about what it was to go down UNDER THE POWER—but I told them they had better test it, and find out for themselves. One of the ministers conversed with us very intimately. I told him that God was no respecter of persons, and that if he wanted to have that GREAT AND GLORIOUS EXPERIENCE he could have it if he paid the price; and that as respects my eyesight the Canadian Bible house put out a very fine print Bible, but I can read that with my naked eye today.

Well, the report of the Investigating Committee was on the press before it was ever accepted, so we can see that the report that was given out was not a very well-considered report,—BUT WE WHO WERE HEALED IN THAT CAMPAIGN KNOW THAT THE HEALING STILL PERSISTS;—that God still answers prayer ; and (along with the others) I thanked God for sending His messenger to Vancouver on his ministry of healing; and for confirming His word with wonders and signs following, in the name of His holy child Jesus.

Do You Believe in Miracles?

Girl With Broken Back Instantly Healed in Charles S. Price Campaign.

The crowd gasped for breath!

Two thousand feet in the air the great silvery plane was circling around and around. With heads bent back and anxious eyes, the throngs of people on the Fair Grounds looked at the dare-devil woman who was climbing out on the wings of the plane. Crawling along while the plane continued to fly, she at last reached the very tip of the wing and while the crowd waited breathless below, she hesitated for a moment before she made the jump.

The woman was Mrs. Zeva Parker of Oklahoma City, known throughout the length and breadth of the land as “Dare-Devil French Bobby.” She had traveled through many states doing dare-devil stunts and had issued a challenge to the whole world for Flag-Pole Sitting and other feats of daring. She had suspended hour after hour by a pulley one hundred feet above the throngs on the sidewalk below and many and varied had been her feats of daring.

The crowd in the Oklahoma City Fair Grounds watched breathlessly as she prepared to make the leap. Clinging for a moment to the edge of the great silver bird, she at last hurled herself into space. As The Morning After Mrs. Zeva Parker Was Healed—A Miracle of God’s Power she started down at break neck speed, she pulled the strings of the parachute that was fastened to her back.

Then a tragedy—the ’chute failed to open to its full resistance, and tearing through the air, came the body of the girl dare-devil. She fell two thousand feet in eighty seconds. Two thousand feet, falling, to what seemed was sure death, and no time to pray!

Amidst the shrieks of the people, she crumpled to earth and lay prone upon the ground. The ambulance siren sounded, and quickly she was borne away to the hospital. The examination showed that the back was broken in three places, and seven ribs were fractured.

Suffering anguish and pain, she was placed in a plaster of Paris cast and the weary days came and went. Forty-five days had come and gone when the happiest day of her life was to dawn.

The revival meetings had started in “Merry Garden” and the suffering girl had heard that the Lord was healing the sick. She had known Him as a Saviour once, but the call of the world had been too strong and she had gone back to the wages of sin. On her bed of pain, she had nothing to do but think. She had been so near death; so very near, that the door seemed open. She knew she was not ready to die and the thought brought anguish to her heart. The result was, that the ambulance of the Watts & McAtee funeral parlors backed up to the door and “Dare-Devil French Bobby” was placed on the bed and carried to the meetings.

It was Tuesday night, and the sick were to be prayed for. As the evangelist, Dr. Charles S. Price, went to the bedside of the suffering girl and said, “Do you want me to look to the Lord in prayer for you?” Her eyes filled with tears. “No,” she said. “No, not yet, I dare not ask Him to touch my body until He has first touched my soul.” In a moment she was crying out to God, and the Blessed Man of Galilee came and touched her, and she found Peace in the Salvation of her Lord.

The following night she was brought back to the meetings, and after the services were over, a little group of people gathered around her for prayer. Were they hoping against hope ? Were they praying in vain? Had not the doctor said that she could not ever bend her back again and that it would be months or, perhaps a year, before she could ever walk ? Still they prayed, and suddenly, Zeva Parker became dead to this world—lost in the Spirit of God. Her heart filled with the joy of His Divine Presence. She reached out and touched Him.

The miracle happened!

In an instant, in the twinkling of an eye, she was healed.

She jumped to her feet, and while the shouts of praise rang through the building, she walked up and down, both arms in the air, crying and praising God.

What a victory!

Her body was still encased in a plaster of Paris cast, but in spite of its tremendous weight she walked out of the building and was taken home.

When the morning dawned, the sun was smiling on the happiest home in Oklahoma City. The cast was off, and the girl with the broken back, was running around to the neighbors telling the story of the healing power of Jesus Christ. When one of the neighbor’s children, eyes wide open with amazement, asked the little son of “Dare-Devil, French Bobby” who healed his mother, he replied, “No doctor made my mamma well, it was just Jesus.”

Is it any wonder that her life has been dedicated to God, and that at the time of this writing, she is one of the Altar-workers in the great campaign that is yet in full swing?

Zeva Parker is just another living example of the Great Truth, that Jesus Christ is the same, Yesterday and Today and Forever.

A Vision of the Healing Christ

By EMMA SCHENELL, 833 Hornby St., Vancouver, B. C., Canada.

I wish to give my testimony, trusting that it may be used by the Holy Spirit to enlighten other dear people.

I was prayed for by Dr. Price in his first campaign in the Vancouver Arena on May 22, 1923. I shall never forget the night of my healing. I went to my room, went under the power of God for four hours. I saw in a vision Jesus touching my left shoulder and He said, “You are healed. I raised thee up that I might show My power in thee and that My Name might be declared through all the earth.” I answered “Yes, Lord, I know you have raised me up and I am going to testify wherever I have the opportunity.” Oh, the joy that came into my heart! It is joy unspeakable and full of glory. I had many complaints, but the Great Physician healed them all. Glory to His Name.

I suffered from indigestion for twenty years, weak heart, pleurisy pains through my left side for sixteen years. In the last five years of my sickness I had been examined by nine specialists but neither the treatment nor the medicine I took, helped me any; I was gradually getting worse. In May 1922 while in Winnipeg I had eight X-rays taken which showed that I had lung trouble, chronic appendicitis, ulcerated stomach, varicose veins and throat and ear trouble. I had been deaf in one ear for five years.

I was always taking medicine, three different kinds a day; one was strychnine that I took for five years. I was on a milk diet for seven months up to the time I was prayed for. Two days after I was eating meat and potatoes. Praise the Lord.

After my healing I went back to the doctor I was attending and after a thorough examination the doctor said, “I CANNOT FIND ANYTHING THE MATTER WITH YOU; YOU ARE HEALED.” Praise the Lord, I am healed today, March 5, 1930.

I thank God for Dr. Price’s preaching of the blessed full Gospel. Through his preaching I got the light on Divine healing. The dear Lord took hold of me and really made me all over new and gave me good health and He has been my Physician since that time, and I have never had to take medicine since. All Glory to Jesus! Jesus showed me that my body is the temple of the Holy Spirit and that He is our health and strength; to trust in Him is to honor Him. He tells us to stand on the promises and prove Him.

When anyone has felt the touch of Divine Healing in his body it gives one a wonderful uplift in the Soul. When we really see that Jesus bore our diseases and our infirmities on the Cross it will give us boldness in claiming our rights and resisting the Devil unto perfect victory.

The Lord shows me by His living Word that it is my privilege to be healed by Divine Power. Dear suffering one, search you the scriptures and be convinced that it is the will of God to save and cleanse and heal you. Psalm 102:2-3, Hebrews 13:8. I pray that this testimony shall be a blessing to many Souls.

A Remarkable Story, My Testimony

By REV. W. J. KNOTT Testimony of the Rev. W. J. Knott given in the Price Revival Tabernacle Seattle campaign, November 14, 1929, and stenographically reported.

Dear friends, I was thinking as I was sitting here on the platform how many there were in this congregation who really and truly believed in divine healing. (A showing of raised hands throughout the assembly.) Well, I can confidently predict the rest of you will before I am through. When Brother Price told you this afternoon that I would speak at the evening service, I thought of what the Lord had said to his disciples just before He went away, “Ye shall be my witnesses in Jerusalem, Judea and Samaria, and in the uttermost parts of the earth.” Now a witness is a person who tells what he knows— absolutely. He isn’t supposed to tell what he has heard or read or even what he believes, but just what he knows about the case; and so it is as a witness to my Lord that I come to you tonight to tell you something of what I know;—what I have tried out;— what I have proved—during the last six years and well nigh seven months. That is a pretty good test.

Well, the first thing I want to witness to is the fact that “I know Whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him against that day.” Hallelujah! I know that “God is, and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him.” And I know that to be true because I diligently sought Him—and I found Him. Hallelujah! And I found His promises to be absolutely true.

FOR OVER FIFTY YEARS I can truly say I didn’t know what it was to feel well. I saw a brother here on the platform (Brother DeElion) who knew me when I was in Victoria, and I was so miserable I could scarcely crawl around;—(Brother DeElion: That is true, friends.)—It had been my experience through all my days to be miserable, ailing, in ill health. When I was healed I experienced for the first time in my life what it was to be well. Up to that time I had been diseased from head to foot. I had head, eye, neck, lung, heart, kidney, bladder and bowel trouble. And if you want any other tokens of love than those, I am sure that for my part you can have them. I wanted no more than that. Now, maybe some of you people think that such afflictions and diseases ARE tokens of God’s love, but I am here to disagree with you, and to differ with you absolutely, because I tried it out, and proved absolutely that that way didn’t satisfy me, didn’t help me, and didn’t take me through to victory; and so when I came to the place where I really and truly believed that God was the healer of the body;—(I want you to pay attention to this; I didn’t get this for nothing. I didn’t get my healing at a bargain sale! Not much). People say, Oh, I will wait awhile. Well, THE PRICE IS ALWAYS THE SAME. If you go after it today, or ten years from today,—it makes no difference, you have GOT TO PAY THE PRICE.

I saw that if I was to have God’s best, I must give myself absolutely into his hands. I had tried Arabian remedies—I had tried Egyptian remedies. As fast as they came along, I TRIED THEM ALL. I went to the doctors for help. I went to the hospitals. They all said they couldn’t help, and it got to be so bad that I was really and truly A DYING MAN. (Brother DeElion: That is so, friend. That is true.) I was already at the gates of death. I had a goiter that had become so aggravated that I couldn’t lie on my bed at night. I had to wear a 17 3/4 inch collar. I had to be propped up in bed with pillows. I SLEPT WITH WRAPPINGS around me to hold me in place because I couldn’t lie down. That condition had been going on for months, until I became so worn out that I thought I would rather die than live any longer in that condition. Sometimes when I did get to sleep, naturally I would sag and the body would slide down, and when I would wake it seemed to me that I was strangling with the weight of the things pressing so heavily on my windpipe. Then I would have to jump out of bed, do my exercises— anything I could—to get back my breath ; and (after a long fight) I would in a measure succeed. This continued until the latter part of March or the first part of April, 1923.

The first I knew about Brother Price was when Dr. Sipprell, a minister in the Metropolitan Methodist Church in Victoria, went down to Roseburg; —(mind you, I want to speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth; for I do not believe that God would bless me in this matter unless the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth were told.) The good doctor went to attend the meetings at Roseburg, and after the meetings came back to Victoria with a glowing report of the miracles he had seen performed—of cases of healing that had taken place that there was absolutely no doubt about;—telling of the people falling under the power of God, and he declared that really and truly in such an atmosphere, he couldn’t see how they could do anything else;—that that was the natural thing to do when God’s mighty hand was put upon them. There is nothing strange about it to me now! And he called the ministerial association together (Brother Walker was a member at that time). He told the ministers of what he had seen; he urged them to get behind Dr. Price; and that he would send him an invitation to come to the city to carry on the work; and in due time Dr. Price came to Victoria. Before he came much prayer had been offered up. We held cottage meetings. We exhorted one another to get ready—to prepare the way of the Lord. The time came for the first service. It was on a Sunday morning, in the Metropolitan Methodist Church; and after the sermon Dr. Price called upon all who would make an unconditional surrender of everything to God to come down to the front row of seats or to the altar and yield themselves to God.

I was one of the first to go there.

I had a fight—mind you. I was a minister of the gospel. The people had an impression that I was someone. (The devil is never slack to whisper, “You will lose your reputation. You will lose the confidence of your people. You will be discredited and discounted and disgraced.”) The people thought that I was a man of God; but I remembered that God said, “YOUR thoughts are not MY thoughts; and YOUR ways are not MY ways.” God wanted me to come down to the altar; and, believe me, if I had to do it a thousand times over, I WOULD GO; yes, and ten thousand times. I remember the hymn they sang at that altar call, “Where He Leads Me I Will Follow;”—(“Do you remember it, Brother De-Elion? Brother DeElion: “Yes, I remember it.) ‘Til go with Him, with Him—all the way.” Well, I had started many times; and thought every time I started that I would go ALL THE WAY, but somehow when the way got a bit rough, and things didn’t go in the way I thought they would go, I backed out, or stepped aside, or refused to go all the way.

But somehow or other I felt different this time. Of course, I know it was the power of the mighty Spirit of God moving upon me and striving with me. For the Spirit knoweth our infirmities and maketh intercession for us according to the will of God! I felt it was the Spirit moving upon my heart, and I determined, before God, come what may, this time I WOULD GO ALL THE WAY.

And to whom else could I go, or what else remained for me to do? As I said before I was seemingly dying; and I expected before many more days to be in a winding sheet; and surely nothing but the mighty touch of God SNATCHED ME FROM DEATH! And I felt this time that I was going to place myself in God’s hands—in God’s way, and I was going to accept whatever came after I had done that. I knew God was calling me to make an unconditional surrender of myself to Him—not only my life but my all; not only my wife but my children; my home, my money, my friends,—and my everything else. It was put upon me by the Spirit of God that God wanted me to leave all this to Him. I had been a great hand to fuss and worry over all these things, but God showed me He wanted me to leave all these things to Him.

And so I was reminded of my experience in Vancouver, when Dr. Price spoke about the family altar that had been torn down, and in spirit I seemed to be able to build the altar again, and in the spirit I brought everything I held dear and put everything on the altar:—my wife, my three boys, my position. And I said, Lord, all I have is on—and all I may have I will count it on (and I now place it on) the altar, and I will never remove it until I see Thee in glory. And after I had done that I THREW MYSELF on top of the heap, and said, “Lord, God, here is the whole thing. Take us and do with us what seemeth good to Thee. Have Thine own way. I yield all to 'Thee—everything'.” And if I know my own heart, —(and you know it is written in the Word, “The heart of man is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked; who can know it.’ ) I know our very hearts deceive us. But I say to you tonight that unless my own heart deceives me;—I say to you tonight that IF I KNOW MYSELF, that after I sat up (having made this complete surrender),—if with one stroke everything I had put on the altar had been wiped out, I would have thrown up my hands, and said “Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Hallelujah! Amen.” For when I took my wife to the altar I took her hand in mine, and I vowed to her that we should be one together until death did part us; and by the grace of God I was able to keep that vow;—so now, just as sacredly did I take the Lord’s hand in mine (and He rested His hand in mine), and I never expected to reconsecrate myself. I never had to reconsecrate myself to my wife. And now I said to the Lord, “I hold nothing in reserve. It is all Thine;— forever and forever.”

And let me tell you this, that after something like two years later (and during those two years we were still living together happily—and my body was healed now!)—my wife was taken away and God called her home, and I knew she was to be called from my side, I remembered how I had consecrated my all to Him,—had laid everything on the altar; I had absolutely nothing to say. I bowed my head and said:

If Thou shalt call me to resign

What I most prize (it ne’er was mine)

I only yield Thee what was Thine.—

Thy will be done.

And when I returned from that graveyard (Brother Walker had charge of the funeral services)— when I returned that Saturday afternoon with a lonely heart to a lonely home—(for I was alone;— the boys had all grown up and were young men)— if I could have brought her back from the dead, back to the home with me, I wouldn’t have turned my hand over to do it; for I felt that this thing couldn’t have happened unless the Lord permitted it, and I believed it was all in His glorious will, and I had nothing to complain about, only just to throw up my hands and say, “The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”

Now when I was prayed for on that Tuesday evening—(and this is what I want all you folks in here to get)—some poor souls have been struggling to get healing;—have gone up to the platform to be prayed for and come away again. It reminds me of what a person in Vancouver said, “I was up last night and didn’t get anything:—Do you think I better try again?” And another fellow downtown started talking about the meetings, he had gone forward for healing, and he said, “I think one of these nights I will go up and get another shot;”— and I said, “What are you talking about?” “Oh,” he said, “I think I will go up and get prayed for;”— and I said, “Now you’re talking sense, but before you were talking nonsense!” When I was prayed for that Tuesday evening,—when I had paid the price, I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO DO. My part was done. Hallelujah. And when you have made a full consecration, then (and not before then) GOD TAKES HOLD and begins his work and carries it on to His glory. Let nobody here be deceived. I didn’t heal myself! And when I went on that platform and was prayed for according to the word of God—according to James 5:14—and in the name of the Lord Jesus,—I was healed so wonderfully that I, perhaps, was more surprised than anyone else. That may sound strange, but it is true; because it was God that did it,—and I was healed from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

Through all my life I had been suffering intensely from nervousness and sick headaches. I don’t remember the time when I didn’t have them (from childhood on)—and so bad that often I would have to give up my work and go away to bed. The children would tiptoe around in their stocking feet because I couldn’t bear the noise of their pattering feet over the floor. This continued up to the time I was prayed for, and I want to tell you now (with my hands still raised to Heaven) that from that Tuesday afternoon, the 17th day of April, 1923, until this date (November 14, 1929), I have never had a headache! How many of you people believe in divine healing now? (Showing of hands through assembly.)

Well, I wore glasses for twenty-eight years. (Brother DeElion, you never saw me when I didn’t have them on? Brother DeElion: Never. No.) And no one else ever did—except I was in bed. I got the glasses—the doctors told me that PERHAPS it would relieve the headaches;—that PERHAPS that great trouble was with my eyes; so I had my eyes tested and started to wear glasses, and I wore them for twenty-eight years. And when I was prayed for that night, I didn’t know that anything had happened to my eyes. The next morning I put them on, and wore them all day (that was Wednesday)—and I wore them all day Thursday. Friday morning I went to the prayer service in the Metropolitan Methodist Church (and that was the morning the Lord healed Ruby Dimmick. Hallelujah! Flow the power of God straightened out that crippled limb! The doctors had done all they could, and still the leg was an inch and three-quarters or two inches shorter than the other. She had to wear an extension shoe and an iron brace, and the Lord healed her while we sang, “How Firm a Foundation.” The power of God struck her, and she was healed before she came out of that church; and THE LIMB CAME DOWN TO THE SAME LENGTH AS THE OTHER LIMB.) I came home from the morning service. I wasn’t thinking about my eyes. I wasn’t thinking about healing. A strange sensation came over me. A queer something passed across my line of vision. I looked a second time. It seemed my glasses were all steamed. I raised my hands to my glasses and lifted them up so I could look with the naked vision of the eye (under the glasses). I saw I could see everything plainly without the glasses (plainer than I could with them!) There was also healing for my eyes. How many of you believe in divine healing now? (The query elicits a great showing of hands through the assembly.)

Well, as I told you earlier in my remarks, I had a goiter. This thing was smothering—strangling me. Well, the night I was prayed for, I went home— went to bed; took out all the pillows but one. But I didn't sleep much that night. I was too much taken up with the Lord—and with this SOMETHING I had gotten from Him. The hand of God was on me—the anointing of the Spirit was abiding upon me. I praised my Lord ’til I was worn out, then I would get a snatch of sleep, wake up, and begin again to praise Him for his mercies.

In the morning when I got up (this had always been a trying ordeal—to lace my shoes, to dress, to do whatever remained to be done before the preparation for the morning meal)—but when I got up Wednesday morning, I leaned over and laced up my shoes, did everything necessary to be done;—with no pain, no shortness of breath, no distress. But I went about just praising the Lord. Soon the telephone began to ring, first this neighbor and then that one inquiring, “Are you healed?”—and I would answer. Yes. “How do you know?” “Because God said so.” “Are you sure of it?” and I said,

“Yes. No doubt at all about it. Touched and healed by the mighty hand of God—and according to God’s word.” And I took my stand on God’s word, and believed God’s word. And my friends, THAT IS HOW YOU GET YOUR HEALING. Not because Dr. Price believes in divine healing or preaches it— or prays for you even! But you will get your healing —you will be healed of all your diseases, when you take your stand on God’s word, and withstand the devil and all hell;—stand on God’s holy word though all the old symptoms rise up against you (symptoms are nothing; GOD’S WORD IS EVERYTHING!). And when you take your stand on God’s word, and stand and believe, there is no power in hell that can drive you from that position; —knowing that He is faithful that called you, He also will do it. How many believe in divine healing now? (Assembly breaks forth in praises to God, hands raised heavenward.) And how many of you here need to be touched by the divine power ? How many have real needs? (Turning to the ministers on the platform) Look at that showing of hands of the people who have real needs! (Then turning back to the assembly) Well, brother, well sister, He is able to do “exceedingly abundantly above all that you are able to ask or think”—even according to the power that worketh in us.

Sometimes somebody will say, “Have you ever had a return of any of the old symptoms?” Now, friends, you will never get to a place where you won’t be tempted—where the devil won’t do his utmost to break down your spiritual resistance,—your faith in God. But just ask yourself, “Am I to believe symptoms, or am I to believe God ?”—and when they ask you if any of the old symptoms have returned, that is a good answer to give. Sometimes in the early days of my healing, I used to feel as though the old symptoms were trying to still trouble me again;—it might be just an occasional slight symptom,—just enough to call my attention to it. I remember when on the street, walking along, this thing (the goiter) would seem to grip me, and I would take off my hat then, and put my hands on my head, and declare my liberty in the Holy Ghost;—and when I say this, REMEMBER—I am not talking of the power of mind over matter, I am talking of the power of God over the devil;—in the NAME OF JESUS I would declare that GOD HAD SET ME FREE, and that I was not going to be again entangled with the yoke of bondage;—that it was God’s will to deliver me and keep me BY HIS POWER. And up to this time He has done it. I haven’t taken a particle of medicine of any kind,—not a remedy of any kind;— NOT EVEN BAKING SODA (Laughter).

You know sometimes in the old way DOWN IN EGYPT they take a little “baking soda” if they happen to have a sour stomach. And the devil has tried to get me to get up in the night and take a little bit of baking soda;—but I said, “Nothing doing. I will lie here and suffer, and find out where the cause is, and then ask God to help me.” I believe an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. And from that day to this I have had real victory—not a particle of medicine has passed my lips;—God has kept me in perfect health—in perfect strength ;—and I am going to magnify His name, tell of His mighty power, and I am going on doing it until I see Him in glory —when I expect to give an account of my stewardship. And, by His grace, I mean to be faithful. For the called ones now are the people who are standing four-square on the word of God—who believe the word of God;—and I want to be found among the number of the “called, and chosen, and faithful” ones.

You know up in the north country, the different churches have fixed things up a little—they have organized the United Church of Canada movement. (How subtle the devil is! Watch him.) They got this up when they came together in an organization or union; and in smoothing over differences in their creeds and doctrines and beliefs, they announced as their common tenet that—“We believe the Bible CONTAINS the word of God.” How wonderful! (Laughter.) And if some of the membership believe ALL it contains, they can go on and preach ALL OF IT (mighty few believe ALL!)—and if you believe that just one of the books of the Bible CONTAINS the word of God—then YOU’RE all right;—and if you only believe TWO-THIRDS of a book, then you are eligible for fellowship—for the Bible contains your two-thirds. But I want to take my stand with those who believe that this Bible IS the word of God. Hallelujah! It is the WORD THAT ENDURETH FOREVER—that shall never pass away; that is established in Heaven. And I am happy to stand on this platform with the few who believe in this full-gospel, PENTECOSTAL, latter rain, movement—the whole counsel of God; and I commend you all to His grace, who is able TO SAVE TO THE UTTERMOST all that come to God through Him;—and who is able to present you faultless before Him with exceeding great joy. God bless you. (At the conclusion of this marvelous testimony, the great audience in the Seattle Tabernacle burst into shouts of joy and victory.)

By Brother Price: (I was wondering would I be permitted to say this in amplification): One of the doctors in Victoria made the emphatic statement that he considered the healing of Brother Knott more miraculous than the healing of Miss Ruby Dimmick. (Turning to Brother Knott): Did you know that brother?

Brother Knott: Yes. He does.

Brother Price: And the thing that did me more good than anything else he said, was the emphasis Brother Knott placed on the effect of COMPLETE CONSECRATION on the healing you are seeking. When YOU give up to God, God will give up to you. In other words, 100 per cent worth of consecration brings 100 per cent healing—EVERY TIME. And it behooves people to think, when they are confronted with testimonies like these—the testimony of Ruby Dimmick, Brother Knott, little Sister Wilkinson (who was healed in the Yakima campaign—healed in the twinkling of an eye, and WALKED around the platform—she had to be CARRIED in—under the POWER OF GOD—WITH HER EYES CLOSED! What a pity that after seeing it, some will say, “Devil power.” But Brother Knott’s testimony has been an inspiration to HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS to GO ON WITH GOD! And the devil does not do that. My dear friends, Jesus— Jesus—Jesus—my Christ—and my Saviour is THE SAME yesterday—and today—and for EVER, I am the Lord that healeth thee.

“He Lifted Me”

By MRS. PEGGY RIEDIGER, 2356 Broadway West. Vancouver, B. C.

March 11, 1930.

I was brought up in a Christian home by a precious, saintly mother, who loved and served God and taught us the love of God, but it was not until March 16, 1910, that I really gave my heart to God. Oh! I had such a desire to love and serve Him; He was very dear to me.

On the night of August 2nd, 1911, a voice woke me after I had been asleep some time directing me to real Ezekiel, 2nd chapter, and feeling pretty tired I thought I would leave it until next morning, and so fell asleep. Again the voice called me and again I put it off and fell asleep, and the third time I was called, a strange feeling came over me. I realized it was the Voice of God; and so I obeyed, and got up, and opened my Bible, and read the 2nd chapter of Ezekiel. I realized then what the call meant. Oh, dear reader, if any of you have ever received a call from God, obey that call or you will never know peace or happiness.

In the spring of 1912 we came to Canada; at that time I was a corp cadet in the Salvation Army, getting ready to go to the training home. Then I met a man who was not a Christian with whom I became infatuated. I ran away and married him, (without my parents knowing it, and I nearly broke my dear parents’ hearts; but, Oh, praise my dear Saviour’s Name forever, He did not let me settle down into a happy married life. No! We cannot know happiness when we disobey God. No one, only Jesus, knows what I have been through!

Of course, after I married a man of the world, I fell into his way of living and never went to a place of worship in ten years. I didn’t dare go. My soul was in torture; I tried everything the world had to offer me, but how empty and shallow it all was; no matter what I did I was unhappy. My husband and I were not living together for some time but I was making good as a cateress in Seattle among the wealthiest people and was prospering as far as the world’s goods are concerned, but nothing but Jesus’ love can satisfy. I got down to the lowest depths of misery and despair and felt I could not carry the burden of my life any longer and so tried to end it. I can’t tell much about it; I only know God would not let me die then. Praise His precious Name, He had never lost sight of me. Oh, what a miserable, unworthy creature that God should have mercy on me again and pick me up.

Shortly after this I went home to Vancouver and Dr. Price’s second campaign was about to open. He was talked about a great deal, and I, thinking and believing him to be like many other lecturers I had heard, only out to make a financial success, went to hear him, and the first night I was rather impressed and the second night—oh, we cannot forget Jesus once we have known Him. I shut my eyes and said, “Lord, if this is of Thee, let me know,” and right away appeared a great vision of Jesus from ceiling to floor of the Arena, wearing a white robe. Oh! that was the last thing I wanted to believe and tried to resist seeing my Saviour, but there He was pleading with me to come back to Him. Oh! I could not get away from the voice of God and on Saturday afternoon my little girl and I gave ourselves to Him.

During the years I was away from God I was afflicted in many ways. I had a growth in my throat which Dr. Colliver, the throat specialist in Seattle, was treating. I could not speak for months at a time. When I’d go shopping I had to write down what I wanted. No one could hear me. I hadn’t a whisper of a voice and at nights I’d have to sit up, I thought I’d choke to death. After I gave my heart to God I fully consecrated my all to Him and told Him if He gave me my voice back and healed my throat it would be used for His glory. Sitting away up in the gallery of the Arena with my sister something broke in my throat and a great deal of blood and matter came away, but next night I had Dr. Price pray for me and as I fell under the power of God I felt a big clear hole in my throat and God’s hand upon me. Oh, it was wonderful to be able to swallow and breathe without any trouble, and Glory to Jesus, He has kept me healed. No more throat trouble. I am using my voice now telling others of His wonderful love and power to save and heal the sick.

On August 3rd, 1925, He filled me with His blessed Holy Spirit. After He saved me, there was a wonderful peace flooded my soul but since He filled me with His Holy Spirit, my cup is surely running over. God has been leading me in a wonderful way since I have put my all at His feet. He has separated me from every earthly desire. The trials that come my way are only stepping stones to glory. He has promised to make the mountains a way, and truly He does.

I pray that this testimony will be a help to those to whom the Lord has been speaking.

“Put It in the Fire”

By MRS. E. RIGBY, 764 29th Ave. East., Vancouver, B. C,

March 7, 1930.

MRS. E. RIGBY

My dear Dr. Price:—

I write this testimony to the glory of my Lord and Saviour. In the first campaign held by you here in Vancouver, on the last Friday of the campaign, you prayed for me. I felt the touch of the Lord before you reached me, praise His holy name. I never saw you, Dr. Price. My eyes were closed in prayer. I just believed the Lord would undertake for me. I had to wear a support for seven years. I could not lift a kettle from the stove without it. The Lord completely healed me on the following Sunday morning. I remember, so well, standing with the truss in my hands ready to put it on before I went out of my bedroom. I was praying and crying as I asked the Lord what He willed me to do since I knew to put it on again would not be faith. Instantly, I obeyed the voice which whispered to me to break it. I asked, “What shall I do with it now, Lord?” He said, “Put it in the fire.” Yes, praise His name, He gave me grace to burn the support which stood between me and suffering.

Isn’t this something for which to praise my Lord? —healed from double rupture! In a wonderful way the Lord has healed me twice since then. How thankful I am that you ever came to Vancouver. I pray that God will give you victory all along the way.

Dying—But Healed

By MRS. W. H. ENGLISH, 1021 Tolmie Ave., Victoria, B. C., Canada.

Dear Dr. Price:

Praise the Lord! It was in April 1923 in your first campaign in Victoria in the Metropolitan Church that I was privileged to be at almost every service. I had suffered for years with kidney trouble, inward goiter, heart trouble, and constipation. In 1894 I fell into a basement and burst a blood vessel in my left kidney, and I had inflammation as many as nine times a year. This lasted for ten years when it grew worse from being overworked on the farm. (We were on a farm in Manitoba). Then my other kidney congested, and I was rushed to Brandon and put under the X-ray. They found that I was dying with uremic poison. They operated at once, but could not give me an anesthetic on account of my heart. I WAS ON THE OPERATING TABLE FOR OVER TWO HOURS WITHOUT THE ANAESTHETIC, AND OH! HOW I SUFFERED.

The doctor ordered me out of Manitoba so I left for the south. I had gone back and forth several times, but when Dr. Price came, Praise the Lord, he prayed for me. I was healed—not at once—but all my troubles went in a day or two. Oh, how I rejoice in the Lord Jesus who touched me and healed me of all my diseases, and He is still my Healer. Jesus Never Fails.

Do the Healings Last?

A Letter from Rev. Robert Paterson, M. O.. B. D., Brandon, Manitoba

A Letter From Rev. Robert Paterson, M.A., B.D. Brandon, Manitoba

336 6th St., Brandon, Manitoba.

To the Charles S. Price Campaign Party:

Greetings in the Lord to all the members of the party. We are remembering you all in our prayers every day, and we are sure that you remember us.

We were glad to get your letter and to know that God is pouring out His Spirit upon the people, and that the Word is being honored in the salvation of souls. Praise be to His Holy Name.

You will be glad to hear that one of the regular attendants at our services here is Mrs. Cassan. She was in a wheel chair for five years as the result of an accident, unable to walk. She was prayed for by Dr. Price in the Arena here nearly five years ago and apparently there was no change. But she continued to stand upon the promises of the Word and trust Christ, the Great Physician, to do what had been asked in His Name. So several months later in our prayer meeting in St. Andrews Church, she stepped out of her wheel chair and came down the aisle, clapping her hands and praising God. She has been walking ever since. The enlargement on her instep has almost disappeared, and she is quite smart on her feet, although she is over 70 years of age. So you see the Lord does heal and it lasts. Praise His Name.

In that same campaign there was a young man named W. E. Barber, who came to the altar and found salvation through the Blood of Christ. He has been a faithful worker in the vineyard of the Lord ever since. He has charge of the work among the prisoners in the provincial jail here and is doing a good work. I was privileged to be with them last Sunday morning at 9:30 o’clock and speak to the prisoners in the name of Jesus. Two held up their hands, indicating that they were accepting Christ as their Saviour and wanted us to pray for them. Mr. Barber takes great interest in this work and makes it his special charge.

Another one who is a regular attendant at our services here is Mrs. Stuckey, who was so wonderfully healed at Dr. Price’s campaign here nearly six years ago. She is still praising the Lord and rejoicing in Him. You perhaps remember her case. She went 17 years on crutches, wearing on one foot a built up boot of two and one-half inches because that limb was that much shorter than the other. This condition was the result of an accident in the railroad yard. Her ankle was so badly smashed that the bones grew solid together and she could not, of course, bend it. In exactly ten days after she was prayed for that limb grew to the exact length of the other and, more wonderful still, the Lord put a new ankle on that foot and she has perfect control of it. She wears an ordinary pair of shoes and walks to church and is, indeed very smart on her feet. And no one could tell that she had ever taken a lame step in her life or had ever carried crutches. Five years, yes; nearly six years have gone by, and the good work the Lord did in her body remains. And it is scarcely necessary to add that she is still praising Him and rejoicing in the salvation provided for all in Christ for body as well as soul. There are many others that I could tell you about if space permitted. Just to take a sample or two I would mention first Mrs. Griffith, a case of cancer of the stomach. She had been operated on five different times and still was not well, so she was told that it was now cancer of the stomach. She refused to let the medical doctors operate again and came to the Great Physician Himself and was instantly healed and began to eat heartily and had no trouble with her stomach, although she had not retained a meal in a year before that time.

Mrs. R. Seaberry is another case. Her trouble was internal goiter. Doctors refused to operate. She was a nervous wreck and had been for a number of years and had gone down in weight until she only weighed a little over 90 pounds. She was instantly healed when prayed for by Dr. Price. All the pressure left her throat. Her cough ceased. She went home and went to work and has been doing the work of a farm ever since. She weighs now 160 pounds, having gained in weight from the time she was prayed for. She is praising the Lord and witnessing to the truth as she has opportunity.

But time and space forbid. “What shall I more say?” for the time would fail me to tell of the many who have been healed by the Great Physician in the Brandon District, as well as that of Winnipeg.

May Our Heavenly Father open the windows of heaven and pour out such a blessing that there will not be room to receive it, is the prayer of your

Sister and Brother in Christ,

MRS. AND R. PATERSON.

To the Honor and Glory of God

A Testimony by REV. ROBERT PATERSON, M.A., B.D.

Late Pastor St. Andrews Presbyterian Church (18 Years), Brandon, Manitoba This testimony was stenographically reported from an address given by Mr. Paterson in the Charles S. Price Revival Campaign in East St. Louis, Illinois.

It brought 100 souls to the altar,

“I am here because I am a follower of the Lord Jesus. I am here to tell you what He has done for me. I came more than 1,100 miles to be in this meeting and I count it a great privilege. I have been praising the Lord since I am here and so has Mrs. Paterson, for the gospel that we have heard since coming to East St. Louis has been just like water to the thirsty ground.

“I have not had a chance to hear much preaching lately, for I have been too busy at the work myself, but it is good to get into a meeting and hear one who is filled with the Spirit of God, as you all know Dr. Price is, and listen to him preach the truth as God gives it through him. It is a feast to all who hear.

“I was brought up in the Presbyterian church. I have been a minister for more than 34 years. It is more than 40 years since I preached my first sermon in a little Presbyterian church out on the western prairies, but the day came, only a few weeks ago, when I no longer preached in a Presbyterian church.

It was made plain to me that I was no longer wanted. It was shown to me that I was no longer free to preach the gospel and tell the whole truth about Christ. I had to go outside the camp with Christ that I might be true to the Word and preach a full gospel on a full and complete redemption through Christ of not only the soul, but of the body and spirit.

My ancestors in Scotland had the covenanting blood in their veins. Many of you know what the Presbyterians did in Scotland. Eighteen thousand of them gave up their lives for the cause of Christ. So the time came when I was asked to step out of the church of my fathers, in which I had been so long, but it had to be. The question was then, where could I go to preach? Where could I take up the work of the Lord ? The board met on a certain night, and I handed in my resignation, asking for a certificate of disjunction. I got it without a word. They were glad to be rid of me.

“The very next morning there came a wire from Dr. Price, who was in the midst of this campaign, asking me to come here and join him. God opened the way. He had me come here just after I had filled my vow and had taken the step that put me on the road with God to preach the truth as He gave it to me and the experience of which I have in my own body.

“The doctor told me to take all the time I needed tonight. But I know you don’t expect a short sermon out of a long fellow like me and if I preached a long- sermon I don’t think Dr. Price would get a chance to say anything and I know you’d all be disappointed, so I will be brief.

“I had spent many years, yes more than thirty years in suffering. I was examined by doctors in Winnipeg when I was in college in the year of 1889 and they told me then that my liver was five inches larger than it should be and that I would always have trouble.

‘’I always did. During all the years that I was doing the work into which I had been called I was always taking medicine. And so it went on. In addition to the liver trouble I had, the X-ray revealed three crooks in my spine. I had a hump on my back. One bone was out of place below my shoulders, another in the small of my back and so on. I don’t know why. I suffered terrible pain, year in and year out. I could not ride any distance in a rig or an automobile. I went on suffering this way because I thought there was no way out. For two terms I had to retire from my work simply because I was not able to carry on.

“My suffering was the principal reason why I went to Brandon. I wanted to hear the Bigelow clinic, thinking that I might be benefited and that I would be better able to carry on the work to which I had consecrated my life.

"I went through the Bigelow clinic. I took a full course and graduated and at the end of that time the doctors in charge of the institution told me that they could do nothing for me. They said my spine was crooked in three places and nothing could straighten it. ‘Your liver trouble will be with you as long as you live,’ they said and prescribed one kind of medicine I was to take in the morning before breakfast, another kind at noon and yet another kind before retiring at night. Then they found that had next to appendicitis (there was a tenderness over my appendix) and informed me that it would not be more than a month or two, and perhaps a matter of days until I would have to undergo an operation.

“By the providence of God that operation was never performed. One day Mr. English said to me, ‘Dr. Charles S. Price is coming here. He has been in Vancouver and Victoria and now he’s coming to Brandon.

“I said to him, ‘I don’t know Dr. Price, but on your word, if what you say about him is true, back Dr. Price when he comes here and I will do all I can to get a large attendance for his meeting.

So Dr. Price came to Brandon and opened a meeting in a building that seated 5,000 persons At first the crowd was not large, but it was not long before that building was filled to capacity.

“There were a number of services held before the evangelist even mentioned healing. Then one night he went deeper into the Word than he had ever gone before and presented the truth, and I confess to you that while I had been a minister for years, He brought out truths that were new to me—that I didn’t know were in the Bible.

“Now a hard headed Scotchman is not easy to fall for anything that is new, but I went home thinking about it. I got my Bible and God gave me the honesty not to turn my back on the truth, but I went deeper into the Word to see the truth. If it was in the Word, then that was all that was required. If it was in the atonement of Christ on the Cross of Calvary, then not only must I believe it but I must preach it.

“I had to go back into the original for some of it. I had a good education in Greek and before I could be satisfied I studied closely in the original, Isaiah 53:14, 15 and 16. I studied James 5:14 and 15. There I found that there was no doubt about it. The word of God forced conviction that what Christ did for our sins He also did for our bodies and our sickness. He took them, all away.

“Then the minister of the largest Presbyterian congregation came to see me. Mine was the second in size. There were three of them. He said I was to drop Dr. Price and his meetings. That I could just quietly absent myself from the services. He tried to persuade me to drop out.

“I said to him, ‘Does Price not preach the gospel ?’ He said, ‘Yes, he does.’ ‘Then I’ll back any man who preaches the gospel no matter what his name or his denomination may be,’ I told him. I thank God that he has given me grace to get behind any man preaching the gospel and the truth. So I said to the minister, 'He is preaching the gospel and I’m going to stay behind him.’ The minister looked at me and then said: ‘His interpretations are all wrong. What he talks about is for the soul and not for the body and has no reference to healing.’

“I said, ‘Well I’m sorry but Matthew 8:16 and 17 does not agree with you. The word that is used regarding our sins is used in regarding our infirmities.’ The man turned on his heel and walked away. He thought I was a hopeless case. So I got to the truth and found that I needed Christ as a physician if anyone did and I made up my mind that I would go to Him as a healer as I had gone to Him as a Saviour years ago.

“Here I speak to you who will come for healing later. I came by way of the altar. Yes, a minister occupying a pulpit in a big church in a large city, but I had to come by way of the altar in order that I might come before Jesus as a Healer as well as a Saviour.

“Here is another part, and one that is important. When I came God put His finger here and there on things that had to be made right before I could be made right with God. In a weak moment I accepted a political nomination. But I thank God many a time that I was defeated at the polls. So there were certain things that had to be attended to before I was right with God.

“God said, ‘There’s a certain man with whom you have had differences. Get that situation straightened out.’ I tell you it was not easy. It was the hardest thing I ever did. But the Spirit said there was no other way, so I got into my car and drove fifty miles to the city in which this man lived. I went into his place of business and asked to be forgiven. I had to pray every foot of the road to keep from turning back. That man put out his hand and took mine and then there was no longer any difference between us. God made all the way plain. He had that man prepared. We had not spoken to each other for a long time. That man reached out and took my hand and said we would remember our differences no more.

“When that man passed on, his family phoned me to take the funeral. I did it. But that thing had to be straightened out. I could not be right with God until I was right with my fellow man. If there is anything in your life that needs to be straightened out come to Christ as your healer and Saviour and God will make it clear to you. He’ll make it known. Get right with man. When there are no differences between you and your fellow man, then you can come to Jesus and you shall certainly receive the blessing your body and soul are crying for.

“So getting straightened out in your affairs is the biggest thing to do before going before Jesus. I had the witness of the Spirit that all was well, and when I went on that platform before 5,000 persons to be anointed and prayed for, I never saw Dr. Price, but I was looking at Jesus and He came to me.

“I was a man occupying a public position, a most responsible one, and I didn’t want to go under the power. But I went down. And when I did I didn’t care whether there were 10,000,000 or 5,000 people looking at me. I had got away from the world and there was only Jesus and me and the servant whom He had sent to bring me the truth.

“I had three months’ supply of medicine in my medicine cabinet at home at the time. That has been five years ago this last June and from that moment to this not a drop of medicine has ever entered my body. And for thirty years I had required medicine three and four times a day. Now I never need it.

“I do not mean to imply that my faith has never been tested. In Saskatoon that fall I had the hardest time of all. One morning I started to rise, and if anyone ever had a touch of appendicitis, I had it right then. The pain was all there, the soreness was there. I went down on my knees and said, ‘Lord Jesus, You know I’m here and I know You will not let the devil have his way. I believe that You can keep me just as I have been, and I know that You will.’ That pain was gone! I dressed and went to breakfast and thought no more about it, and I have never felt that trouble since. I could keep you until tomorrow morning telling you what the Lord has done for me.

“Now about those three crooks in my spine. That was about three too many for a straight-backed Presbyterian. I got up the next morning and thought the Lord had me in shoulder braces. I had to go to a tailor and have one and a half inches taken out of the back of my coat between the shoulder blades. The hump came off my back and I went up one and a half inches. When a man’s spine straightens out, he’s got to go up. That’s the only way he can go.

“Now, it’s not customary for a man sixty years of age to grow, but my spine went in place, the hump came off my back and my pain was all gone. Eternity is too short in which to praise the Lord for what He has done for me. When you get an experience like that and God has led you to the truth in your own body, what is there to do but preach it ?

“And whether I stand in a Presbyterian church in Winnipeg or at the North Pole or the boundary of civilization, He gave me the courage and the faith and I will preach the full Gospel of Jesus Christ.

“My territory covered more than 700 miles, so it’s no wonder I’m thin when I’ve been spread over that much country. But I had the privilege of preaching the Gospel, the real Gospel over it all. The trouble is not with the people of the church, but with the leaders. The people are hungry for the things of God and as we look, how many we see dragging in step, and living in pain, and who on earth would deny them the help that Christ can give and for whose sin and suffering He has paid the full and complete price ?

“Jesus is ready to come wherever faith is to be found. It’s your right in Him and He wants you to claim your rights and blessings procured at such cost to Himself when He poured out His life that we might have life and health, and go forth to witness for Him.

“You may talk against divine healing. But I know. I know because I have the evidence within myself and I praise God for His mercy on me. I was a minister of His but had wandered away. But when I saw the truth He made the road and led me to the place where I am and as long as I have the breath I shall go to the ends of the earth in His name in thanks for what He has done for me.”

Dr. Paterson took his seat on the platform amid thunders of applause and it was then that Dr. Price gave the altar call in which more than 100 came forward.

The Master Has Come! (Poem)

“The Master has come over Jordan”

Said Hannah, the mother, one day;

“He is healing the people that throng Him With a touch of His finger, they say;

And now I shall carry my children Little Samuel and Rachel and John,

I shall carry my sweet baby Esther For the Saviour to smile upon.”

The husband looked at her kindly But he shook his head as he smiled;

Now who but a doting mother Could think of a thing so wild?

If the children were tortured with demons Or burning with fever, 'twere well,

Or had they the taint of the leper Like so many in Israel.

“Now do not hinder me, husband,

I feel such a burden of care,

If I carry it to the dear Saviour,

I know I shall leave it all there.

If He lay His hand on my children My heart will grow lighter I know And a blessing for ever and ever Will follow wherever they go.”

So over the hills of Judea Along the vineyards green With Rachel, asleep on her bosom,

And Esther the brothers between Midst the crowds that gathered around Him They waited His touch or His word Midst the row of proud Pharisees bending She pressed to the side of her Lord.

“Now why shouldst thou trouble the Master,” Said Peter, “with children like these?

Seest thou not how from morning ’til evening He is touching and healing disease?”

But Christ said “Forbid not the children And suffer them to come unto Me.”

Then He took in His arms little Esther And Rachel He sat on His knee.

Then the sad, heavy heart of the mother Was lifted, all burdens above—

He lay His hands on the two brothers And blessed them with tenderest love.

To the crowds that stood there around Him As His blessing to each He had given He said “Bring to me your dear children For of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.’’

They Touched the Hem of His Garment

By CHARLES SYDNEY PRICE Evangelist

NIGHT! Night! Night! How deep its shades, how dark its ways; how hidden its paths, and how clothed in mystery its purposes; yet it is out of that night that there steals the roseate dews of early morn and it is out of its depths that there comes the signal glimmer of twilight that calls for the birdsong and the break of day. Has the path been dark, my brother, and in its depths have your weary feet oft stumbled and erred? Has the road been weary and the long night dreary, and in the perplexity of your heart have you cried that eternal “WHY”? Then, my brother, lift up your head again, and look eastward toward the land of resurrection hopes, and before long you will see the dawning of a happy day; for the Sun of Righteousness will arise with healing in His wings. Bethlehem's Star of Hope will change to the glory of noonday for the Light of the World Himself is knocking with nail-pierced hand at the portals of your heart. Wherever the Prince of Glory goes the dark shadows flee; wherever He lays His loving hand wounded hearts throb with the impulse of a new life; wherever His voice is heard, in the palace of the rich or the hovel of the poor, He brings comfort and sunshine and gladness and the dayspring from on high bursts in love and glory over these poor hearts of ours. There is hope for you ... in Jesus. There is life for you ... in Jesus. There is healing for you ... in Jesus. There is all that you need for body, soul and spirit ... in Jesus.

We are coming to you to point out the one way out. To show you the only solution to your difficulties; to tell you that at the foot of an old rugged Cross you can lay life’s burdens down and still find in Jesus rest to your weary souls. I am praying for the leadership of the Holy Spirit as I write that as I take you over the steps toward the desire of your heart you may see—always—only JESUS.

The first thing we need, and indeed the one great essential in every life is a real born-again experience. Not an empty shallow profession of a knowledge of scripture, but the possession of a real living Christ who dwells in your heart by faith and who walks and communes with you along life’s pathway and tells you that you are His, and He is yours forever and forever. Many professed Christians know ABOUT Christ who do not really know Him; many have a form of Godliness but deny the power of a life that is hid with Christ in God. Real salvation is only experienced and can never be explained. No subscription to any code of ethics, no intellectual assent to any dogma, no mental appreciation of any truth can in itself bring about the salvation of the soul. Only the simple faith of the man who stakes his all on the veracity of the Word and who stands upon the integrity of the promises, can ever bring about that wondrous change in the heart that the Bible calls salvation. No amount of reasoning will ever suffice. Spiritual things are spiritually discerned. No man can see the truth in the word or behold the glory of a personal saving Christ who has not a spiritual vision. No man can hear the voice of Jesus, sweet as bells at evening pealing who has not a spiritual ear. No man can understand the power of redeeming grace who has not had the renewed mind and experienced within the confines of his own life the transforming power of God.

It took the dynamic of saving grace to change Saul of Tarsus into the indomitable hero of the cross defending his faith before Agrippa. It took the magnetism of a love that was divine to draw Peter from the fishing nets of Galilee to the ways that the Master went. It took a salvation that was real to transform a Magdalene or to change a heart of stone. Not content with worshipping from afar at the feet of a historic Christ we must KNOW Him whom to know is life eternal. Oh, to forget the world and its cares; to cast aside if needs be even reason and our pre-conceived ideas of God and things and become as the Saviour Himself once said “as a little child.” Then to throw ourselves in that childlike faith on to the sea of His infinite love and BELIEVE, BELIEVE, BELIEVE. In these days of morbid materialism and so-called rationalism that destroys all vital faith, the mind and heart of man has been demanding proof. “The wind bloweth where it listeth and thou hearest the sound thereof but canst not tell whence it cometh or whither it goeth, so is ever one that is born of the Spirit.”

Proof! We demand it and, praise the Lord, we can have it! The proof of the pudding is in the eating. The proof of salvation is in its experience. Without the experience it can never be proved and we shall search in vain for our truth until we come unto Him who said. “I am the way, the TRUTH and the life.” What a glorious proof it is when at last He comes. Bound by the fetters of habit and of sin, in our extremity we seek the Lord. We grasp at His golden promise, and hardly believe that it can really mean us. We have tried the broken cisterns and have found that their waters failed. We have found in the world in which we live not a ray of sunshine, not a sunbeam of hope. “This poor man cried and the Lord heard him and DELIVERED him out of all his trouble.” What a deliverance. The Lion of the tribe of Judah breaks every chain. Habits are broken and sin fetters are snapped. Through the portals of the heart walks the Son of God. The dungeon flames with light. Old things are passing away and behold all things are becoming new. The heart changes from stone to flesh. The glory of the Lord bursts upon the soul until His praises leave our lips and the glory of the Lord is revealed in the land of the living. One experience may not parallel another. One conversion may not be like another, but one thing is sure; there is taught in God’s word a clearcut, definite, concrete experience of sins forgiven and a change of heart and no man should be content or rest smugly satisfied with his own condition until the knowledge of that change is a real experience in his life. He comes to convert, to change, to transform and so wonderfully does the center of the life change that some men have said they first began to live when He came to abide and to love.

What a price He paid for our salvation and our joy. “Without the shedding of blood there is no remission of sins”; without the cross there could never be a crown; without the agony of His death we could never know the glory of our Eternal life. So it is that you who seek a healing Christ must first find Him as a Saviour; you who would have Him bind up the wounds of a body that is weary and tired and worn must first have Him bind up the wounds of the heart and proclaim Him the King of your life, your Saviour, your Friend and your Lord. Can we ask Him to heal a body that will not be dedicated in service unto Him? Dare we ask Him for healing virtue when our hearts want none of His saving grace? No! it cannot be. When we come it must be with the prayer, “Dear Lord, I am Thine. All that I am, all that I ever hope to be, is Thine for time and eternity. Believing Thy word, dear Lord, I come to claim my healing.”

“Just as I am without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me And that Thou bidst me come to Thee Oh, Lamb of God, I come.”

The Scriptures on Divine Healing

THE first questions that must naturally come to the mind when thinking about the healing of the body must be, “What scriptural authority is there for people praying for the sick in these days,” and ‘'What does the Bible teach about divine healing methods?” One thing is sure: if we have no scriptural authority we should never pray for the sick. If there is no clear Bible teaching on the question of our healing we should never claim it. The Word of God is a lamp unto our feet and a light unto our path. When we go outside the word for our experiences we inevitably meet with disaster and make ultimate shipwreck of our faith. But if it is in the word why not claim it and appropriate it unto ourselves. Why claim part of the promises and let the rest go by? Why be satisfied with a part salvation when the Bible teaches us there is a salvation wonderful, real and complete. As a matter of fact, the very center of this whole movement that is sweeping the continent and has leaped across the waters and is travelling with the rapidity of a prairie fire in lands across the sea is that the WORD OF GOD IS TRUE. The battle cry that has been raised is “Back to the old standards; back to the faith of our fathers. Remove not the old landmarks and take not away the promises of God. His promises are sure and His word is Truth.” How sweet are those promises. How steadfast and sure they have remained all during the years that have sped by, ever giving to the needy sons of Adam’s race, hope in the midst of despair and a way out of every difficulty. Heaven and earth may pass away but those promises remain forever, and happy is the man who has discovered that the days of his life can be spent “Standing on the promises of God.” “In the beginning God created.” . . . With these words does the old Book introduce God. He was the Creator, the maker of the heavens and the earth and without Him was not anything made that is made. His creation was good, pure and a reflection of Himself. It was His handiwork and all the created spoke of the glory of the Creator. In the first Edenic home God placed man and gave him dominion over all the beasts of the field and the birds of the air. Created in the image of God he was the companion of the divine and walked and talked with God in the cool of the evening time. Happiness was God’s gift and the presence of God was man’s pleasure and privilege. No sickness or death or pain came into his life to mar and to spoil it but, man, created a little lower than the angels, lived in the sunshine of God’s presence and the created and the creator shared alike in that Edenic glory and splendor. Say not that God created pain. Say not that God was or is the author of sickness or that death came stalking into the garden by the command of the Lord. Say rather that man, possessed of the power of choice, a free moral agent, with authority to reject or to accept, chose the ways of disobedience and transgressed the laws of God. With diabolic cunning the devil came into the garden and persuaded Eve that the word of God was not true. That was the blackest lie the devil ever told and he has never invented a blacker one from that day to this. No matter where that story is told; in the heart of the infidel, or in the pulpit of a church, the devil is always satisfied. If he can get you to believe that the word is not true his work is done and is done well. Whenever and wherever the devil can get you to doubt the word of God the result is always the same: an ultimate shipwreck of your faith and heart oppressed by doubts and fears.

Eve, poor foolish Eve, doubted God’s word and sinned. For sin is disobedience and disobedience always carries its penalty. The mandate of God had gone forth “The soul that sinneth it shall die.” So it was that death came into the world and so it was that sickness came into the garden with sin to blight and to mar and spoil the wonderful creation of God. Do not say it was God’s purpose and do not believe it was God’s plan, but rather say that of his own free will and volition man chose the ways of death by wilfully disobeying God. Then and there God commenced the great plan of redemption. Man was to be won back, Eden was to be restored, sins were to be forgiven and sicknesses were to be healed, and so it was that God commenced to lead His people along certain steps of progression and understanding until the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world was to be made the atoning sacrifice on Calvary. It is very clear to the student of scripture that even in old testament times God the Father, who, in later years sent His Son into the world to DESTROY the works of the Devil, even in the beginning promised His children not only salvation for the soul, but healing for the body. He did not leave man to wander around in the darkness of the sinful life he had chosen, but, recognizing that darkness, and seeing man’s condition, he offered him a way out. There was a way out; but there was only one way out. There is a way out today, but there is only ONE way out. There is ONE way; there is ONE door; there is ONE balm in Gilead; and all other ways will prove futile and vain. Praise the Lord, some of us have found that way. Found the Way so surely that it is the most real thing in our lives and what is more blessed than to tell others the great eternal truth,

“I was lost; but Jesus found me Found the sheep that went astray Threw His loving arms around me,

Drew me back into His WAY.”

In the book of Exodus, wherein we read the story of the deliverance, marvelous, supernatural and complete, of the children of Israel from the bondage of Egypt, we find that God made a certain covenant with His people. They had been murmuring because of the Marah waters of bitterness they had found on their journey and had failed to live up to the test imposed upon them by God. After turning the bitter waters into sweet and teaching the Israelites a lesson in the power of faith, He who furnished the pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night made a promise to, and a covenant with, His people. “If thou wilt diligently hearken to the voice of the Lord thy God and wilt do that which is right in His sight and wilt give ear to His commandments and keep all His Statutes, I will put none of these diseases upon thee which I have brought upon the Egyptians, FOR I AM THE LORD THAT HEALETH THEE.” Ex. 15 :26.

This promise of healing was not to a wayward people. This promise was given to a people who would meet that opening word “if” face to face and measure up to the standard that God demanded. And when they measured up to the precept God fulfilled the promise. But here you will clearly see the relationship between salvation and divine healing.

We find in this same journey sickness came upon Miriam, the sister of Moses, because of the sin of backbiting and criticising her brother. Leprosy seized upon the woman whose timbrel had sounded in bygone days over Egypt’s dark sea, and whose voice had chanted the praises of the Lord. Sin and sickness took hold upon her together and there was no bodily healing for her until atonement for sin had been made. In the extremity of his trouble Moses cried unto the Lord, “Heal her now, O God, I beseech Thee, ’ and God heard the cry and the deliverance of Miriam came when she had accomplished the atonement for her sin as prescribed by the Lord.

So it ever will be found. The promises for healing are not to a wicked and iniquitous generation, but to the people who have found a personal Saviour; and, knowing His power to save, are convinced of His might to heal. Our hearts have thrilled as we have read that the prophet of old who championed the cause of God on the summit of Carmel healed the sick and even raised the dead, and when the mantle of Elijah fell upon Elisha, in the name of the Lord the healings continued. From far away Syria came the captain of the King’s host, convert of a waiting maid, to draw his chariot before the door of the prophet of God. ONE way was open to him and one way alone. I he waters of Damascus would not suffice but the plan of God was worked out in Jordan. Naaman’s leprosy departed and his flesh was restored again as the flesh of a little child.

The shepherd boy to manhood grown is ruling over the destiny of Israel. The Lord who fought with him when Goliath of Gath went down to defeat is still abiding in his heart by faith and is still his shield and his buckler. His heart is thrilled as he enumerates the blessings of the Lord and he calls upon his soul to extol the praises of God. “Bless the Lord O my soul. And all that is within me bless His holy name. Who forgiveth all thine iniquities and who healeth all thy diseases.” Ps. 103:3. Like a rolling in of the tide on the sands of the sea there comes into the heart of the sweet singer of Israel the billows of the glory of the Lord. From the time he slew the lion and the bear he has felt His leadership and His presence, and now his blessings are to be told and His goodness proclaimed. The first two blessings of which he speaks are Salvation and healing. Well might he sing with grateful heart and tuneful voice, “Bless the Lord all His works in all places of His dominion; bless the Lord O my soul.”

Now we come to the prophet of the captivities. Through the darkness of the night he is looking toward the promise of a golden day. In glory and in triumph the deliverer will come “Break forth into joy; sing together ye waste places of Jerusalem. All the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God.” Is. 52:9. Then the Christ of the atonement appears to the prophet. He sees Him in the travail of His soul. He sees the price that must be paid and he cries with true prophetic fervor, “Surely He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows (pains) ; yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him and with His stripes we are healed.” Then, as if he could see the burden of the sin and pain and suffering of the whole world laid upon the back of the matchless Man of Galilee, he cried out, “All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned everyone to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.” Is. 53:6. When that prophetic telescope was turned down the vista of the ages the prophet saw to the very heart of atonement truth. Not for the kingdom age was salvation and not for the kingdom age was healing; but both were for the sons of men in every day in every clime who would turn to the Lord and live.

But some have raised the objection that the healing referred to in Isaiah is the healing of the soul and is spiritual, and has no relation whatever to healing for the body. That objection can best be answered by the words of the book itself. In the gospel according to St. Matthew and the 8th chapter you will find recorded the ministry of the healing Christ. In tenderness and love and compassion He had gone about among the people speaking words of cheer and forgiveness and teaching the truths of the kingdom. The day was far spent and evening was coming over the city. Sometimes we can almost see the people as they brought their sick to Jesus. Mothers with their little children, frail and pinched and wan, looking into His eyes and asking the touch of a hand of love. Old men leaning on the arms of their sons asking for a word from the lips of the Man of Galilee, and women old and bent and laden with suffering and care looking appealingly into His eyes. Then we see Him. He stretches forth the hand and the fever is gone. He speaks and at the sound of His voice the cripple leaps for joy and the baby healed from sickness coos and croons in its mother’s arms. Tender, loving, forgiving, healing Christ,

“At even when the sun was set,

The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;

Oh with what divers pains they met,

And with what joy they went away."

He healed them all. Praise His name. Glory be unto Him forever and forever. The same Christ walks in our midst today. He speaks and loves and forgives and heals. Jesus of Nazareth passed by.

He healed them all, “That it might be fulfilled which was spoken by Esaias the prophet, saying: “Himself took our infirmities and bare our sicknesses.” Here we have Matthew’s interpretation of Isaiah 53. Clearly this was healing for the body and not only salvation for the soul. Look up little mother with heart bowed down with weight of you, Jesus is passing your way. Rejoice ye lame and halt and blind for the Great Physician now is near, the sympathizing Jesus. There is a way that leads to your healing a road that will lead to the sunshine. It winds past the judgment hall of Pilate down by the way of weeping until it comes to the whipping post and the foot of an old rugged cross. What are these stripes that are spoken of in prophecy. What are these healing stripes that will make the soul of man rejoice? What stripes can they be but the stripes that were placed upon His kingly back when they scourged Him at the whipping post?

When the cruel Roman soldiers driven on by hate and scorn nailed Him to the cross He paid then for your iniquities, He atoned for all your sins. Every wrong of your life, every sin of your days He paid for there as He bowed His head and cried and died; but He paid for your sicknesses and pains at the post of scourging, and eventually emerged in triumph from the tomb to offer you a complete and full and free salvation. Sing all ye redeemed of earth, and chant His praises ye angelic throngs; sing and shout for joy; the work is finished, the atonement is complete, Jesus reigns, rules in the throne room of every heart that will receive Him as Saviour, Healer, Baptizer, and the Coming King. Oh my brother, my sister, open wide your heart’s door to receive Him; despised, rejected of men, Man of Sorrows and acquainted with grief.

‘‘The foxes found rest and the birds their nest

In the shade of the forest tree,

But Thy couch was the sod O Thou Son of God

On the deserts of Galilee;

But come to my heart, Lord Jesus,

There is room in my heart for Thee.”

Clear as the noonday sun is it to all unprejudiced readers of the word that our healing has been provided for, and it must be as equally clear that the way has been shown down which our feet can tread, weary and worn to the enjoyment of the experience. The seventy were sent out by Jesus in the days of the long ago to preach and to heal in the name of the Lord and they returned with great joy because the results far exceed their most hopeful anticipations. The disciples previous to Pentecost taught and healed with the Master, and when at last the Lord had said goodbye and the Ascension had taken place from Olivet they went at His bidding to tarry for the enduement with power from on high. From the glory of that Pentecostal chamber they went as tongues of living fire. Baptized with the Holy Ghost, filled with all the glory of the Lord, preaching, teaching and proclaiming the kingdom of a resurrected Christ, they went from city to city healing the sick that were therein. Philip was found in Samaria holding a model revival meeting, not only preaching the gospel of the Christ he served but obeying that same Master’s instructions and praying for the sick. Peter and John introduced another great revival campaign that resulted in the conversion of thousands by bringing deliverance to the lame man in the name of the Lord at the beautiful gate of the temple. The story of the healing, saving Christ was told far and near until the fiery evangelism of Apostolic days had crossed the seas and was spreading with the rapidity of a prairie fire in distant lands. Everywhere the Apostles went and preached, “The Lord worked with them, confirming the Word with signs and wonders following.’ Some have raised the objection that the gift of healing was given to the disciples to enable them to establish the Christian Church and at the end of the Apostolic period the gifts were taken from the church. All such objectors should be asked one question: “chapter and verse, please?” and you will generally find that a long system of explanation has to be gone into during which no direct scripture passages are given and such passages as occur in the fifth chapter of James are entirely ignored. Here we find a man, the first president of the first council of churches of Christ ever assembled, austere, conservative, dignified James, writing under inspiration telling us in the last chapter of his Epistle to the Jews of the Dispersion that healing was a part of the gospel for them. “Is any among you afflicted, let him pray. Is any merry ? Let him sing psalms. 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 hath committed sins they shall be forgiven him.”

If one man has the right to single out that passage and claim without direct scriptural authority that those verses applied ONLY to Apostolic times or the kingdom age then another has the same right to make the same claim for the whole book or epistle. Praise be to the Lord, thousands of people all over the country can testify to the fact that Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever, and that He has not only the power to save, but the power to heal. Wake up, church of the living Christ, and equip yourself with the whole armor of God. Arise, thou that sleepest and Christ shall give thee light. Pray through every fog and mist of doubt and unbelief until the promises of God are made real and we begin to believe once again that the Bible is God’s own word, and that His promises are sure and eternal.

The limitations of God’s power are the limitations of our own faith; provision HAS been made for the healing of the body and the people whose spiritual eyes have been opened can see of a surety that there is ample scriptural authority for our praying for the sick. If there was no direct or indirect reference to the physical body, we still have a multitude of promises upon which to stand in asking for the physical restoration of ourself or another. “Whatsoever ye shall ask in My Name that will I do,” and other wonderful golden promises upon which our feet can stand are found in the Word of the Lord we love.

Across the platform in one of our meetings rows of people are coming weary and tired and sick in body to lay their burdens at the feet of a healing Christ. Ten thousand pairs of eyes are watching intently and thousands of hearts are lifted in prayer, for the Arena is filled to overflowing on this night, when we lift our hearts and voices together in prayer for the touch of a divine hand. Older people are prayed for, some of them can be seen crossing the stage with hands uplifted toward heaven and their forms shaking under the sobs of gratitude because they have felt His presence. But we stop, for in front of us is a little girl, curly headed, hopeful, eager, looking into our eyes with her own tear-dimmed orbs, and as we watch her we can see her lips moving in prayer. We are down on our knees now by her side and she watches intently as we ask, “Darling, what is it you want of the Lord?” She looks shyly at us for a moment and answers back, “I want Jesus to heal me, if you please.”

“What is your trouble, my dear?” we inquire.

For answer she puts forward one of her little limbs, and then we can see the cruel braces of steel that hold both legs so tight in their iron clasp and notice the frail wasted little limbs that are too weak to stand without support, She reaches for our hands and in a minute we discover that the whole back is enclosed in a system of braces and even over the shoulders does this network of steel and strap have to be placed. With a trembling little voice she informs us that some of these straps never come off not even at night when her baby prayers have been said and she lays down, tired and weary little frame, to sleep.

We clasp her in our arms for a moment and ask, “Tell me, little sister, do you believe that Jesus will heal you?”

Quick as a flash comes her answer, “Oh, I just know He will, ’cos in the Bible He promised to heal us and mamma says He just loves little children.”

I MIGHT have taken her in my arms and said, “No, dear, you are mistaken. He will not heal you. He USED to heal little children in the days of the long ago. He USED to make little paralyzed limbs whole again so that little girls like you could run and laugh and play. You see, my poor little girl, he did it in the old days, by the waters of Galilee and the cities of old Judea because he wanted to prove He really was the Son of God. And later, dear, He allowed His disciples to pray for little girls like you so He could start His church off right, you know, but when that was done He took all the power away. No, dear, you must run along and make the best of it. I know there is no hope for you; no physician can help you; the Great Physician USED to help girlies like you but He does not do it anymore. What is that? About the Bible promises? Well now, some day you will understand. You know it TALKS about healing- and praying for the sick, but you know it does not really mean it. It DID mean it once, and some men say it MIGHT mean it again; but it does not mean it for you. Hobble along there, now, dear. Make the best of it. Dry those little eyes and some day, perhaps—some day—you might—”

NO! NO! NO! We cannot tell her that. On that desk before us is the Word. Word of the LION of the tribe of Judah. Word of God. Word with power and authority. Word of Truth. Oh, blessed word, inspired, kept by power divine, Light unto our feet and lamp unto our path, we look into thy pages for guidance. Promises divine—page upon page— breathing to YOU and to ME the messages of the Master. Then by our side we feel a presence. His form cannot be seen—His voice cannot be heard. But HE is there—we know Him—we feel HIM. “Jesus, Saviour, Healer, Lord, Thou didst heal people in the days of the long ago. We have read Lord how the mothers of ‘Salem their children brought to Jesus and we come to Thee, dear Lord, to ask Thee to lay Thine own nail-pierced hand in love and healing power on the body of this little child. Heal her now, Lord.” Our prayer dies away in a sob, and then we place on the little forehead the oil of anointing and while a silence that is almost oppressive is in the building we command the paralysis to depart in the Name of the Lord, Jesus Christ of Nazareth. A little quiver goes through the frame of the child. She sways and then is prostrate under the power. A moment or two later we can hear a little voice, “Jesus, I do love you. You have healed me, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus—oh, thank you—I—love—you, Jesus — I — love you—” Thousands of people are shouting the praises of the Lord. Thousands of eyes are moist with tears—thousands of hearts are rejoicing. There seems to be emblazoned in letters of red across the portal of every mind, “JESUS CHRIST: THE SAME: YESTERDAY, TODAY AND FOREVER.”

Is it any wonder that the altars are crowded ? Is it any wonder that scores of men, sometimes hundreds are on their knees crying out for salvation? A voice is heard. Just a little mother starting to sing from a heart filled with love and gratitude, “It is just like Jesus.”— The audience picks up the refrain and it rolls like a great organ through the building,

“It’s just like Jesus to roll the clouds away, It’s just like Jesus to keep me day by day,

It’s just like Jesus all along the way,

It’s just like His great love.”

How to Receive Your Healing

It has been clearly shown that your healing has been provided for and that we are keeping within the bounds of good scripture teaching when we pray for the sick and ask the Lord to touch the bodies of the infirm and crippled and ailing. No one doubts that the salvation of the soul of every sinsick son of Adam’s race was purchased by the Lord Jesus on Calvary, and the complete work of atonement finished there. But notwithstanding the fact that a man’s salvation was purchased by the efficacious sacrifice of Calvary and the vicarious suffering of our Lord, some men are still unsaved and the vast majority of the people of the world have never known the peace of sins forgiven. The reason for this is simple; they have never availed themselves of the privileges of this purchased, but offered salvation. The sacrifice on Calvary only means something to the man who will accept it and its power is lost if we continue to reject it. There is a way of salvation and there is only one way. That way is clearly outlined in the New Testament Word of God and we are taught that if we try to enter the Kingdom of Heaven in any other way we are thieves and robbers. That is the way of receiving Christ as a personal Saviour by an act of faith; faith in His Word; faith in His promise; faith in His sacrifice, and faith that the work is done. We sing sometimes in one of our hymns, “He writes the pardon on my heart THE MOMENT I BELIEVE.” That line contains the very center of the truth of faith as it applies to conversion. The purchase of your Salvation was the part the Saviour played in your redemption; the RECEIVING of that salvation BY FAITH and faith alone, is the part you play in your redemption. One would be lost without the other. If it were otherwise you would be mere automata; mechanism moved about on the stageboard of this world’s affairs by wires of control held in the hands of God. But you are a free moral agent. You have the power of choice; you can reject or you can accept, and this power places upon YOU the responsibility for your salvation. If a man is lost, he can never blame God for the fact. He is not lost because of a divine judgment half so much as he is lost because of his wilful refusal to accept salvation. Man holds inviolate within his own breast the key that will unlock to him his own eternal destiny. When the monk who lit the fires of the reformation brought the light of truth to a darkened world and a corrupt church, the torch that kindled the blaze was the central, cardinal truth of all real Christian experience, Justification by FAITH. Without faith it is impossible to please God. Not by works of penance or deeds of philanthropic fervor but by simple faith in the promises of God, was the soul of man to be redeemed from destruction and saved for all eternity. Faith was the one doorway through which we could pass from anticipation to realization. Faith and faith alone was the portal through which our sinsick, weary souls could travel from hope to possession of the promised land. So it is in the realm of healing. The stripes purchased the healing of the body, for with His stripes we are healed. But faith and faith alone will make that healing real. The Master Himself was getting at the meaning of faith when He said in the days of the long ago, “When you pray, believe that ye receive and ye shall receive.” It is not sufficient to ask the Lord for healing; the work is done when we accept it as done.

Some time ago in one of the great campaigns that meant salvation and healing to many thousands of people, a poor man was kneeling at the altar weeping as if his heart would break. There is always something that touches the heart-strings in the sight of a weeping penitent at the mourners’ bench, but this man attracted my attention because it was the fifth or sixth time he had been there. Making my way down through the crowded altars I at last arrived at his side and kneeling beside him asked him if he needed help. He turned his tear-dimmed eyes toward me and said:

“Do I need help ? I should say I do. Brother, why won’t Jesus save me when He saves everybody else around here? That fellow over there just got through hollerin’ for joy and the Lord just walks right by me. I can’t get saved at all, brother, and I wish you would tell the Lord about me.”

“Of course I will,” I replied, “but, brother, do you know the reason that the Lord does not save you, is because you will not let Him. Now don t interrupt me; let me explain what I mean.

I know what you are after, you are seeking for FEELING. You want an experience like these other people around here who have testified, and who have been shouting the praises of the Lord. I do not blame you for that, but you must know that you cannot feel anything you do not possess. There must be a point of contact somewhere if you are going to feel anything. I have a pencil in my hand. Can you feel it? No! Tell me why you cannot feel it. That s it! to be sure; because you do not have it to feel. I feel it because I have it. Now, brother, listen to me; how in the world can you expect to feel salvation if you do not have it? How can you FEEL Christ if you do not possess Him? Remember, Jesus died to save you. He has done all He can for your redemption. Now let us pray together and ask Him to receive us.”

We bowed our heads and prayed. Sentence by sentence he repeated after me the words of a simple prayer in which we promised the Lord we would always serve Him and love Him, and in the prayer, so simple that a child could have understood the words, we accepted Christ as a Saviour.

He opened his eyes, and gazed into mine. He did not speak but waited for me to say something, and so I said, “Praise the Lord, brother, you belong to the King.”

“Am I a Christian?” he asked incredulously.

“Why, brother, you must believe His word,

I said. “Did you not just now take Him as your Saviour and did He not promise to save you

“Why, He did do that very thing, didn't HE,” he replied as his eyes opened a little wider. He paused in thought a moment and then he burst enthusiastically out with:

“Say, I AM a Christian, brother. If His word is any good and it is true I AM a Christian, if I died in a minute, would I go to heaven?”

“Surely you would, brother,” I told this unchurched man of the street. “He died to save you and you are saved right now.”

It was interesting to watch his face as his faith took hold. The realization dawned upon him; his eyes flashed as he repeated to himself softly and musingly, “Saved! Saved right now; a Christian ... a real Christian right now!” Then came a veritable explosion. It was THE MOMENT HE REALLY BELIEVED IT, and at that moment it became real.

Doubts were swept away. Unbelief was gone. He took one deep breath and hollered, “Hip, hip, hooray—I mean glory, hallelujah. Praise the Lord.”

He was on his feet now and shouting for all he was worth. “Oh, brother, hallelujah; oh glory, glory,” until I had to quiet him and ask him to be as still as possible, for other souls were praying through to salvation. I could never understand a salvation without feeling. But salvation to be felt must be possessed, and we can only possess by faith. Healing to be felt must be possessed, and we can only possess by faith.

Common Mistakes.

We have prayed for thousands and thousands of people during the past few months and we say to the glory of God we have seen thousands of people healed from all manner of diseases and sicknesses, but many, many people have been turned away empty because they did not understand. In the opening healing service in the great Vancouver campaign we prayed for twenty-five people. Scores were there who wished to be reached, but there was an evident lack of faith that made us tell them to wait. As the healings were seen night after night the great throngs of people who attended the meetings had their faith grow by leaps and bounds until on the closing day of that meeting we prayed for one thousand five hundred people individually at a single service. As many as one hundred at a time were prostrate under the power of God, and the faith of the people seemed to be rolling in billows through the great Arena. According to the estimates of the Patrick brothers, who owned the building, over a quarter of a million people heard the word of God in that Arena in the space of three weeks. The city was shaken, and the testimonies of healing came in from every hand and side.

It is impossible to reach multitudes of people like that without knowing WHY some are healed and some people are not. In this chapter we want to deal with some of the common mistakes and then show clearly how we should approach the Lord in asking for healing for the body. The first mistake is a very common one. DO NOT BELIEVE THAT THE MAN WHO PRAYS HAS ANY SPECIAL HEALING POWER OR VIRTUE. The one who prays for you is not your healer. Just a sinner saved by grace; just a brand snatched from the eternal burning; nothing but a poor halting creature of time touched by the hand of God. No man on earth is WORTHY even to pray for you; no one should ever lay the oil of anointing on your head who does not feel unworthy even to touch the hem of His garment. Get your eyes away from an evangelist or minister or worker and try to focus the eyes of your soul upon the blessed form of one who hung on a rugged cross, and who died to save you there. When people crowd upon us and ask for the touch of our hands, instinctively we feel like drawing away and saying, “Not our hands, sister, but His; not our touch, brother, but the touch of a nail-pierced hand alone can bring you relief.” Our hearts have bled as we have seen them come, weary and tired and sad. People who have given up hope, and in whose eyes hope is finding place again. Mothers with their crippled children and men who are leading the blind. Scores of them, hundreds of them, sometimes thousands of them; sick and helpless, maimed and deaf and blind. We have heard them sing,

“The Great Physician now is near, the sympathizing Jesus.

He speaks the drooping heart to cheer. Oh hear the voice of Jesus," and the tears have flowed freely down our cheeks and in our helplessness we have cried out unto the Lord. Only Jesus can heal. Only Jesus can save. Only Jesus can hear and answer that prayer, coming from a broken heart. Then our hearts have thrilled as we have heard the great crowds sing; sing in the fullness of their joy; sing in the gladness of their hearts. And why should they not sing? For have not these same people received the touch of a loving hand ? Have not these weary lives been blessed by the Man of Galilee? Have not these burdens been lifted and these sorrows rolled away? Aye, sing on, ye blessed happy pilgrims; sing on and chant your hymns of praise. Sing until the notes that leave your lips roll over the battlements of glory and lodge near a throne of alabaster white in the realms of eternal day. Sing until your hearts are filled with praise and the morning stars shout with you for joy,

“Oh, it is Jesus. Yes, it is Jesus.

Yes, it is Jesus in my soul,

For I have touched the hem of His garment And His blood has made me whole.”

Remember, then, not the one who prays for you, but the ONE to whom he prays is the source of your healing and strength. Glory and praise and dominion and power be ascribed unto His matchless name, forever and forever, world without end. Amen and Amen.

The second mistake that people make is very often found. DO NOT MISTAKE ANXIETY FOR FAITH. Over-anxiety is always an impediment to faith. Anticipation and hope may be stepping-stones that will bring you nearer to the goal of your desire, but to be overly anxious is to fasten a weight around your ankle that will not let you climb. People sometimes come rushing to the meetings and demand to be prayed for immediately, and show signs of aggravation when you ask them to wait their turn and make the spiritual preparation that we feel is necessary. Of course, everybody who is sick is anxious to be healed. That is perfectly natural, but there is nothing in that anxiety to heal you or to bring you relief. So many times we have seen a look of disappointment on the faces of the people when there should have been the sign of happiness and joy because they made the mistake of coming to receive their healing, indeed being anxious to receive it, when as a matter of fact they did not know how. People who have never served the Lord a day in their lives crowd to the front; people who have never attended a prayer meeting in years and who hear on Sunday the call of the open road rather than the pealing of the church bells will ask for healing, with no thought of a real consecration of the life to God and of days of service lived in His name. Let your consecration be deep and sincere. Let your life be filled with His praise, and let your hearts be full to overflowing with His love. When people realize that the preparation for healing is always spiritual, and that they are really nearer their healing when they believe that the healing of the soul is of more importance after all than the healing of the body, they are coming nearer and nearer to the possession of that faith that will mean the end of their troubles and the beginning of a brighter and better day.

Intellectual assent is not faith. The assent of the mind might be necessary to faith, but the power of appropriation must be added to it before it can become real living faith. Mental concentration is not faith; the mere statement that you believe does not necessarily mean that you really do. Struggling with mental powers and faculties will never bring it, for faith IS A GIFT OF GOD. It will never be imparted by God until the spiritual condition of the believer warrants the gift. By this we must not believe that the believer must have attained to a certain condition of piety or have lived for so many days or years a certain high type of life, for we read in the Word of sinners having great faith in the days of Jesus, so much so that the Master himself commented on the power of their faith. No matter what the past has been, the faith was there because the spiritual intent at the moment of their petition was away from self, the flesh and the world and directed only toward heaven and God. We have seen men from the streets, broken and contrite before the altars of penitence, weeping their way through to the cross on which the Prince of Glory died, receive that self-same night miraculous healing for the body. In one of the campaigns held in a certain large town an unusual altar call had been given and hundreds of people had made their way to the mourners’ benches and in the old-fashioned way were pouring out their hearts to the Lord. Society people from the larger homes of the city were kneeling side by side with the ill-clad inhabitants of the East Side and mingling their prayers and their tears as they sought the forgiveness of a tender and merciful Christ. When the altar call was nearly over and already small groups of people were singing hymns of joy and salvation, an usher called our attention to the figure of a man walking down the aisle. He was well dressed and looked prosperous, but the way his frame was bent told of a sorrow or trouble in his life. The usher whispered in our ears, “I do not believe that man has been to church for twenty years. Everybody knows him here . . . poor fellow . . . they knew his trouble. For ten years he has been an inveterate dope fiend; he is the worst slave in this town. If that man is converted, it will shake this town.”

We watched him as he slowly marched down the aisle. We could see he was struggling within himself as he halted for a brief moment at the altar. Then on his knees he went and buried his face in his hands. Quietly we knelt at his side. He needed no helper; he was engaged in prayer.

“Jesus ... I am not worthy . .

I have sinned, and I come to Thee tonight, Lord, for the first time in years ... I believe thou are the Christ ... I believe, Lord ... I believe. Jesus . . . Jesus Can you save a . . . a . . . SLAVE?” He opened his eyes and looked into ours. We felt led to speak: “Him that cometh unto Me I will in no wise cast out.”

Five minutes passed and the great audience was on its feet singing with one accord and from the fulness of thousands of hearts, “Jesus breaks every fetter, and He sets me free.” But down at the altar one man was still kneeling, his eyes closed, his hands clasped and his lips moving in prayer.

I will shout hallelujah, for He sets me free,” sang the audience as the rafters trembled under the volume of song and the strains floated through the open windows and out on to the streets. At the altar a man was praying. He alone of these thousands was on his knees, hands clasped, head bowed, eyes closed in prayer. “There is rest for the weary, there is rest for you,” sang out the congregation until it seemed that the very building itself was filled with the presence of the glory of the Lord and our hearts would break with the joy of it all.

At the altar a man was praying: “A slave, Jesus; just a slave, Jesus ... a slave . . . but you promised . . . promised, Jesus . . . you promised SLAVES like me that you would . .

“On the other side of Jordan, where the tree of life is blooming,

There is rest for the weary, there is rest for you,”

thundered the audience, until the last echoes of the song had died away and the benediction was falling upon ears that that night had heard of the power of the Lord. Outside the street car bells were ringing. Crowds were surging, automobile horns were tooting, and once in a while the strains of a hymn came floating back to the building. Listen! we can hear it . . . “Jesus breaks every fetter and He sets me free.”

They are singing on the street car going home, and the people in the motor cars take up the refrain. At the altar a man is kneeling, eyes closed, head bowed, hands clasped in prayer. “Only a slave, Jesus, . . . only a slave . . . but you promised, Jesus . . . that you would save . . . unto the uttermost . . .” Down the aisle there came one who wore a seamless robe in the days that have long sped by, and we are told that before He was born in Bethlehem of Judea the angel said His name should be called Jesus, “for He shall save His people from their sins.”

“Only a slave, Lord Jesus . . . but you promised . . .” Down the aisle came the Man of Sorrows, who knew, who understood, who loved and who cared. No eye could see Him, no ear could catch the tread of His feet. But He stopped, just as He stopped at the cry of blind Bartimaeus on the Jericho highway, and listened.

At the altar a man was praying . . . praying , . . “Just a slave, Jesus . . . helpless . . . weak . . .”

A moment later in a city far beyond the stars, where the streets are paved with gold and the walls are of jasper, the bells were pealing . . . pealing, pealing and the choirs were singing . . . singing . . . singing . . . for a soul ... a slave . . . had been redeemed and they were glad.

At the altar a man was standing. His arms were outstretched toward heaven; his eyes were open and lit with the radiance of heaven’s own joy; his face was aglow with a glory that was divine. He was praying, “A slave, Lord Jesus, and you rescued me ... a slave, and now I am free, Jesus . . . Oh, Jesus . . . Glory . . . glory . . . glory, Lord ...” and through the open window we could hear them singing as the cars pulled out, “Jesus breaks every fetter, and He sets me free.”

Healed of the dope habit. Chains broken; shackles smashed; barriers torn away; saved and healed by power divine.

A man is standing at the altar. He is in a large church listening to the words of the preacher: “I give you then the right hand of fellowship and welcome you into the communion of this church. May God richly bless you, my brother . . . and make this church a blessing to you.” The congregation breathes a fervent “Amen.” The man turns from the altar; head erect; eyes tear-dimmed but filled with happiness and joy; he USED to be a slave . . . just a slave . . . until he met JESUS. Jesus, Saviour, healer, breaks EVERY fetter . . . and He sets me free.

So we find in coming for our healing that it is not because of our righteousness or our church membership, or our deeds of Christian charity and love, that we can lay claim to the promise of the Lord, but it is because at that moment we give ourselves unreservedly to Him; to His promise and to His Word and take our healing from Him in simple faith. We have found that a broken spirit and a contrite heart and a feeling of unworthiness is generally an assurance of faith enough for healing, while on the other hand many people lose the blessing because they feel they are entitled to it.

The Attitude You Should Take

when coming to the Lord for the healing of the body is one of a faith in which all the elements of doubt have been eliminated; the kind of attitude that you should have when you have finished the prayer of supplication and have started the prayer of praise. When a man supplicates, it proves that he does not possess the thing for which he asks. When a man follows the supplicatory prayer by the utterance of praise it proves that he “believes that he receives” the thing for which he asks. It seems to us that a feeling of anticipation and joy would be noticeable on the face of the man who KNEW with believing faith (and that is the kind you must have) that his cancer or his rheumatism was to melt away in a few moments under the touch of the Lord. It is good to ask; blessed it is to petition, but the benediction falls when you receive. There are two kinds of faith: passive faith and active faith. Passive faith says, “I believe Jesus can heal me; I believe Jesus has healed others; the work is possible; I believe that with all my heart.” Active faith says, “I believe Jesus can heal, and praise the Lord I AM NOW HEALED. The promise is mine. I take it and I NOW POSSESS IT.” Let us illustrate.

A little girl is on the platform, standing before the pulpit, eager and anxious for the prayer of faith. It is very evident that she has been crying, but the tears have been wiped away and a smile is on the little countenance.

“How old are you, little sweetheart?”

“I’m seven, sir.”

“Do you love Jesus? I’m sure you must, for you know Jesus loves little children. Tell me dear, what is your trouble?” Her answer is a very pained expression of the face, as she slowly lifts her limb and shows us a very badly crippled and deformed little foot encased in a special large and bulky shoe. Under her arm she is holding something that she seems to value, wrapped in a piece of newspaper, and it strikes us as peculiar that she should be carrying such a package on to the platform.

“What have you in the parcel little girl?” Her answer was the change from the expression of pain to a sweet smile. Slowly, in full view of the audience, she unfastened the string and unrolled the paper and to our astonished eyes she presented a new . . . SHOE. She held it up very proudly and then quietly exclaimed, “I brought it with me so I could wear it home.” FAITH! FAITH! FAITH! Unsullied, unspoiled, untarnished by the ravages of a so-called rationalism that is nothing more nor less than gross unbelief masquerading as higher criticism, the faith of a little child reached out and stood upon the promises. Sweet, simple, childlike faith; her Master had spoken, and she believed. “Except ye become converted and become as little children ye cannot enter the kingdom of heaven. We took that shoe and looked at it, and then our eyes turned back to the little girl. Her hands, now freed, were being slowly raised to heaven and her little lips were moving in prayer. We placed upon her forehead the oil of anointment and prayed to the friend of little children and said as we finished, “My little sister, receive your healing in the name of Jesus.” No expression of ecstatic joy left her lips. No shout of glory, no word of praise. No exuberance of feeling, no outburst of emotionalism; she just looked at us and smiled. “God bless you, little sweetheart,” we said, as we handed her back her shoe. She took it and very deliberately walked over to the chair we had vacated and, stooping over, began to unfasten the shoe on the crippled foot. People gazed at her in amazement. Once she looked up and smiled. Then with a quick jerk off came the shoe and as she placed it by the side of the chair she said, “I won’t need that any more, will I?”

She NEVER PUT THAT OLD SHOE BACK ON AGAIN. When she walked off the stage it was with her new shoe on the foot that had been crippled.

“Who healed you, dear?”

“Jesus.”

She walked to the end of the platform, stopped a moment and then went on again, saying as she went, “Somebody throw that old shoe away; I won’t want it anymore.”

Out in the audience the people were sobbing. Strong men who came to criticise stayed to pray and women whose lives had been centered in self waited to kneel at the feet of the friendless prisoner of Pilate’s judgment hall and tell Him they would serve and love Him the rest of their lives. The little child who should lead them had taught a great audience the difference between passive and active faith.

How to Keep Your Healing

—THE question is often asked, Is it possible to lose your healing after once the touch of a loving Saviour’s hand has been laid upon your head, or the divine voice has spoken to you telling you that you are made whole?

To this question there is but one answer, and that is that it is possible for you to lose your healing and to sink back again into the state, both spiritually and physically, that the Lord by His grace has lifted you from.

Let us turn tonight to the fifth chapter of the Gospel according to Saint John, and there we shall find the story of the man who was healed by Jesus by the side of the pool called Bethesda.

In the story we are told that there was a feast of the Jews held in the city of Jerusalem. In all probability this was the Feast of the Passover, and Jesus had gone to the city to be with His disciples and undoubtedly to minister to the waiting multitudes.

Close by the sheep market was the pool whose waters were troubled at certain periods by the touch of an angel. And around the edge of the pool a waiting multitude of sick and impotent folk had gathered, waiting for the angel touch.

It is not significant that this pool, called Bethesda, meaning the place of mercy, was near by the busy mart of human industry, the sheep market, and that Jesus was found in the place where He was needed ?

Not only in the busy marts of human industry ; not only in the stately cathedrals; not only in the village chapel, or among a great concourse of people such as we have tonight, is Jesus Christ found, but wherever there is the cry of a hungry heart, wherever there is a sob of distress, wherever there is the need for the touch of a Saviour’s hand, there we find Jesus.

And so it was that Jesus passed by the pool that was the place of mercy, and saw there an impotent man who had an infirmity thirty and eight years.

In tenderest love and compassion the eyes of the Master were focused upon him, and Jesus seemed to see through the rough exterior down to the very intent of his heart. He knew that man’s need just as He knows yours. He knew that the man that had been suffering for thirty-eight years could not find help in any power but the one the Master possessed. Because He saw the need, and knew that He had power to meet that need, He said to the man, “Wilt thou be made whole?”

Oh friends, weary and sin sick, heavily laden with the cares and toils of a weary world, Wilt thou be made whole?

Oh brother of mine, suffering the pains of disease and knowing the gnawing of corruption in that body of yours, don’t you hear, too, the voice of the Nazarene, “Wilt thou be made whole?”

And you, little mother, so busy and distressed with the cares of the home and the children, looking and longing through the darkness of your night for the dawning of a happy day, Wilt thou be made whole?

And you, too, little children, with your limbs enclosed in the cruel case of steel, and your voices hushed because of the pain in your little bodies, Wilt thou be made whole?

Jesus, tender, loving, sympathetic Man of Galilee, is standing by your side and, looking into your eyes, is asking you directly this one question, “Wilt thou be made whole?”

The impotent man gazed into the face of Jesus, and not understanding at first the intent of His question, said unto Him, “Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool; but while I am coming, another steppeth down before me.”

We do not always understand the intent of the question of Jesus; we do not always grasp the meaning of His Word; we do not always know the depth of divine truth that is contained in the precious Book—the Word of God—but we do know that, notwithstanding our weaknesses and our misunderstandings and our lack of knowledge, Jesus is willing to help.

Jesus turned to him and said, “Rise, take up thy bed and walk.”

I would that everybody in this building tonight could know that Jesus came to break every fetter and to set every prisoner free! To understand that the Lion of the Tribe of Judah shall break every chain and give us the victory, glorious, wonderful, eternal victory, again and again!

I would that you could understand that He came to give you sunshine for your shadow, the oil of joy for mourning, and beauty for ashes here!

Some time ago in a land across the sea, an evangelist was conducting a revival meeting, and the power of God had descended and numbers of people were finding the Christ as a personal Saviour. On a memorable Saturday night the evangelist was to preach on the story of the prodigal son, and requested a certain soprano singer in his choir to sing the old hymn, “Where Is My Wandering Boy Tonight?”

She looked into the eyes of the evangelist and said, “Sir, I cannot sing that hymn! Any hymn will do but that. I would love, sir, to sing, but I am afraid it is impossible.”

“Why have you an aversion to that particular hymn?” he asked.

With eyes downcast, for a moment she looked as if she were about to cry, when suddenly she raised her head, and as if she had made up her mind to dig up some hidden sorrow, looking into his face she said:

“Fourteen years ago my husband died and my only boy, who was then fourteen years of age, thinking that his earnings should not be given up solely to his mother, burst into a fit of .temper one afternoon and left the house; from that day to this I have never even heard of him.”

Tears glistened in her eyes, and her bosom heaved convulsively as she continued, “O, sir, is it any wonder when the strains of that hymn come to my ears that my heart is almost broken?. I could not sing, sir, I would have to break down. That song would end in a sob.”

“But, madam,” said the evangelist, “I want you to sing that hymn. That is my subject tonight. You will sing it from a heart filled with feeling and love, and perhaps the Master will bless it to the salvation of some soul.” The night came on apace and found the Church crammed to the doors with people sitting in the window seats, the aisles filled, and every nook and cranny of the building crowded to suffocation.

That evangelist rose in his pulpit, gave out his text, and told the story of how the father welcomed home the returning prodigal. At the conclusion of the sermon, just before that most sacred of all moments the altar call, the soprano singer rose to her feet and commenced to sing with a clear, ringing voice:

“Where is my wand’ring boy tonight— The boy of my tenderest care,

The boy that was once my joy and light, The boy of his mother’s prayer?”

She struggled bravely through that verse, but in the chorus she broke down once. Something caught in her throat, but she choked it back and then caught up the refrain and carried to the end. By the time she reached the second verse her body was shaking with her sobbing, but she managed to struggle through:

“Once he was pure as morning dew,

As he played at his mother’s knee;

No face was so bright, no heart more true, And none was as gay as he.”

Again bravely she went through the chorus with streaming eyes until at last the climax of her emotion and prayer was reached in the words:

“Go for my wand’ring boy tonight;

Go, search for him where you will ;

But bring him to me with all his blight, And tell him I love him still.”

From the back of the building a young man arose to his feet, clothed in rags and tatters. Slowly he made his way down the center aisle of the building. Every eye was focused upon the stranger.

A moment or two later he was at the altar; but he passed it by. Then mounting the old-fashioned steps that led to the old-fashioned choir rostrum he fell on his knees at the feet of the woman, and with a voice that could be heard all through the building he cried:

“Mother, you don’t mean it do you? Mother, oh mother, you don’t mean it!”

She looked into the eyes that she had loved in the bygone days, and a cry of gratitude ascended to God. Then together they made their way down the steps, and kneeling in front of the altar, told the Sinner’s Friend the story of a contrite heart, and salvation came into the soul of her boy that night.

Did she mean it? Were the words of her song true? Ah, yes, my friend! You who have known the power of a mother’s love know that in spite of the blight and the taint and the sin, his mother loved him still.

Let me say here that you people who know the love of a Christ know also that in spite of the taint and the blight and the sin he loves yon still.

The one burning message that I would like to bring into every one of your hearts tonight, the story that I would like to inscribe indelibly upon the tablet of your mind, is the story that Jesus loves you. In spite of the scars. In spite of the wounds, in spite of your sins, Jesus loves you.

Does it not bring hope to your heart and encouragement to your soul to know that in your condition you who sit in this building tonight have a lover in Jesus Christ, one who sympathizes with you, one who understands you, who knows all about you and who loves you with a love that was so deep and strong that it sent Him to the Cross in your place?

You people are tonight by the side of the pool called Bethesda. You are by the “Waters of Mercy” waiting for the touch of an angel hand and the stirring of the pool. But as you wait let me remind you that Jesus is looking into your eyes and saying, as He did to the impotent man, and to blind Bartimaeus, by the highway side begging, “What wilt thou— what wilt thou—what wilt thou that I should do unto thee?”

Then as you gaze into His eyes, and faith takes hold of your heart and doubts vanish like the night before the dawning of the day, comes the promise of the Lord, “My grace is sufficient for thee; rise, take up thy bed and walk. In my strength shalt thou go out to walk in newness of life.”

And so it was that healing came to the impotent man. There was a group of people in the world of that day, just as there is in the world of today, who are very ready to criticise, and they immediately started to destroy the faith of the man who was made whole, and tried to undermine the foundation of faith upon which he had placed his feet.

It is easy to find fault, and anybody can criticise, but I have never been able to understand the fault finding and criticism that is sometimes offered in the face of a work that is self-evident. When people are healed, and you can see that they are healed and are standing before you, it is inconceivable to believe that sometimes people will say they doubt divine healing and believe that Jesus only healed in the days of the long ago.

If a thing is self-evident it must be a fact. The thing we can see with our eyes is the thing that we must believe. Jesus always brings sufficient proof to any inquiring heart as to the truthfulness of His statements and the integrity of His Word, if only we ask and seek and knock.

In the days of Jesus people criticised because the healing occurred on the Sabbath day. In these days people criticise because healings occur on any day, even though they are just as evident as the healing of this impotent man.

The Healer is the same. His love and truth and power is the same. And why should not Jesus of Nazareth walk the streets of your city with the same love and tenderness and compassion in His heart as He walked the hills of Judea and the streets of Jerusalem in the days of the long ago?

There is a verse that I want to draw your attention to that contains a thought that should burn itself into the soul of every man and woman who comes to this platform for healing, or who is contemplating kneeling before the Lord and asking for the touch of His hand. That is a statement contained in verse fourteen when Jesus found the healed man in the temple and said unto him, “Behold, thou art made whole; sin no more, lest a worse thing come unto thee.”

In this passage we find the truth that inasmuch as a man can obtain his healing, he can also lose it. I believe that if we go back into the realms of sin, and if we deviate from the paths of righteousness, we can lose our healing and perhaps the last condition of our bodies will be worse than the first.

As “we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the Blood of Jesus Christ, God Son, cleanseth us from all sin.” As we walk in the light of truth, and fasten all our hopes upon Jesus, and keep our affections centered around an old rugged Cross, and maintain an active faith in God’s promise and Word, do we keep our healing.

I could recite many stories to you tonight of people who have lost their healing who could have maintained it. It is true that they are very few in number and that the vast majority of the people who are prayed for in these meetings keep their bodily healing. But oh, I would warn you tonight against going back to the flesh pots of Egypt and to the sins of the old life, when before you are the hills and vales, the mountains and glades, and the rivers of the land that flow with milk and honey.

Let me say in conclusion that the man departed and told everybody that he met, that it was Jesus who healed him, and by the word of his testimony he made the praises of the Galilean ring far and wide. We are told in the Scripture that we overcome by the Blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony. It seems to me to be a mark of ingratitude for people never to tell the story of the Great Physician when they have experienced healing, or to tell of the glory of the Saviour when they have known what it is to be saved. It seems to me that sometimes the very stones would cry out the glory of the Lord when our hearts are closed and our lips are silent, and we take God’s benefactions and blessings in such a matter-of-fact way. O that we could get the spirit of the Psalmist who, with his heart bursting with a radiance of heavenly joy and his countenance lit with a glow of a light that shone from within, exclaimed, “Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!”

“Glory be to Jesus, let the Hallelujahs roll, Help me sing my Saviour’s praises far and wide,

For I’ve opened up toward Heaven all the windows of my soul,

And I’m living on the Hallelujah side.”

Testimony is a messenger of God to hearts that today might be like yours once were. Testimony is a key that will open the door for aching, weary feet to see a path that will lead to a better day. Testimony is a herald that will proclaim the story of a Cross to a world that is heavily laden and worn. Testimony may be the road that will lead to the healing of a weary, pain-racked body and a life that is filled with the darkness of suffering and woe.

Ah, my friends, you remember the lepers: only one returned to give thanks unto the Lord. “Were there not ten cleansed? But where are the nine?" When you come to this platform, or by the side of your own bed you pray for the touch of the Master’s hand, look up to Him and in believing faith receive. Then radiant with the joy of salvation, happy in the experience of a healed body, go out to let your light shine before men and to tell the story of a Christ who died to save you.

You say it is a cross? Bear it; and under the Master’s guidance the cross of wood will turn to a crown of gold and the burden will change to a ministry of joy.

“I will cherish the old rugged Cross,

Till my trophies at last I lay down;

I will cling to the old, rugged Cross,

And exchange it some day for a crown.”

Table of Contents

Miracles

Being An Account Of Miraculous Healings In The Charles S. Price Evangelistic Campaigns

I Am the Lord that Healeth Thee!

“Jesus Never Fails”

An Invalid for Nineteen Years Set Free by “God’s Touch”

From the Gates of Death, A Modern Miracle

Carried In—But Walked Out

If I Can But Touch the Hem of His Garment

The Light from Heaven

From St. Vitus Dance to Victory

Instantly Healed of Cancer

Buried Alive—Yet Lives

Do You Believe in Miracles?

A Vision of the Healing Christ

A Remarkable Story, My Testimony

“He Lifted Me”

“Put It in the Fire”

Dying—But Healed

Do the Healings Last?

To the Honor and Glory of God

The Master Has Come! (Poem)

They Touched the Hem of His Garment

The Scriptures on Divine Healing

How to Receive Your Healing

Common Mistakes.

The Attitude You Should Take

How to Keep Your Healing

Table of Contents

Miracles

Being An Account Of Miraculous Healings In The Charles S. Price Evangelistic Campaigns

I Am the Lord that Healeth Thee!

“Jesus Never Fails”

An Invalid for Nineteen Years Set Free by “God’s Touch”

From the Gates of Death, A Modern Miracle

Carried In—But Walked Out

If I Can But Touch the Hem of His Garment

The Light from Heaven

From St. Vitus Dance to Victory

Instantly Healed of Cancer

Buried Alive—Yet Lives

Do You Believe in Miracles?

A Vision of the Healing Christ

A Remarkable Story, My Testimony

“He Lifted Me”

“Put It in the Fire”

Dying—But Healed

Do the Healings Last?

To the Honor and Glory of God

The Master Has Come! (Poem)

They Touched the Hem of His Garment

The Scriptures on Divine Healing

How to Receive Your Healing

Common Mistakes.

The Attitude You Should Take

How to Keep Your Healing