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Real Stories, Real People

"I WILL restore your health to you, and heal your wounds, says the Lord." -Jeremiah 30:17

Paralytic Healed
"I was blind and crippled in a wheel chair many years. Then, someone prayed for me and Jesus instantly healed me. I can now see and walk. I am healed and restored."
-Christine Johanson, Newport Richy, Florida

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Hernia Healed
"I suffered with the pain and discomfort of a hernia for a long time. The only hope was to have surgery. Before the surgery though, I asked Jesus into my heart and Jesus healed me. I went to the surgeon the next day and he examined me and said I am completely and totally healed."
-Larry Nabors Canton, Ohio.

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Hernia Healed
All things are possible for those who believe." These are the words of the Master himself. One to experience this was Margaret Knudsen from Froeskeland, close to Sortland in northern Norway. It happened in the morning on Wednesday, April 20, 1994, when she was giving her son Kenneth his morning bath. Margaret and Torfinn Knudsen had a son on June 8, 1992. One day in February, 1994, the parents found that the boy had hernia. Margaret immediately called a doctor at Sortland. She had to wait about five weeks for her son's appointment. The doctor examined the boy. There was no doubt: "This is hernia. Your son has to have surgery at Stokmarknes Hospital." A few days later they received a letter from the hospital. Kenneths surgery was scheduled for May 11. It was hernia all right! It was quite big, about the size of a grape. When Kenneth stood up or walked without clothes, it was always visible. Because of this, Torfinn felt uncomfortable changing his son's diapers. Margaret's aunt gave her a piece of advice on the phone, quite some time before the appointment. "This is what you should do: Call Svein-Magne Pedersen in Vennesla. Several people have been healed through his prayer. Kenneth might not be needing this surgery!" Margaret did as her aunt suggested and tried to call our office. There are lots of people calling most of the time, so she got a busy signal. But she did not give up. She called our automatic telephone service, where people can listen to a recorded message. Here I talk about healing of the sick and salvation. I also pray for the sick and for those who want to be saved. While she was listening to the prayer, she thought of her handsome, little son and wished for his healing. This was in the afternoon of Tuesday, April 19, 1994. Early next morning Torfinn went to work. Margaret was just about to give her son his morning bath. That was when she saw it. There was no hernia! Had it just gone back for a moment? There was definitely a possibility that a miracle had happened. She had Kenneth stand up. Yes, the hernia was gone! When Torfinn came home at five o'clock, he got the good news. Several days passed, but no hernia was to be seen. Faith and joy just grew in their home. Just prior to the time for Kenneth's surgery, he caught a bad cold. The doctors therefore chose to postpone the surgery. It was too risky to anestesize small children when they had a cold, they said. "Then we got a letter where it said that Kenneth's routine checkup for 2 year olds was due. That was just in time, because now the doctor could check for any sign of hernia," Margaret says. "The doctor examined him and stated that there was definitely no hernia. I told her about the prayer and what it had done. The doctor did not deny this, and said that many things happen that we cannot explain, humanly spoken. Now I was absolutely sure that God had done a miracle with our little boy," Margaret says on the phone.

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Hernia Healed
In 1995 Pat fell on some ice causing a hernia. Not wanting to go through surgery to correct it she lived with the pain for almost 4 years. She came to us for prayer in March 1999 and asked God to heal her. Pat also asked Jesus to have her condition called out so she would know for sure that it was for her. That night, she heard the minister say, "The Holy Spirit is healing someone's hernia." She knew it was for her. Jesus miraculously healed her.

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Hernia Healed
Thank you for praying for me. I wanted to tell you that the Lord healed my hernia. I found the name of a man in Acworth that the Lord healed. I called him and he prayed for me over the phone. I felt immediately better. I visited the Church, Christ the King, where my friend who prayed attends. He and 2 other members prayed for me again after church that Sunday. Monday I had a doctor's appointment with my general surgeon. He said there was no hernia. Praise Jesus! The Friday before a doctor had felt the hernia and I felt the pain. Now I am pain free and know that Jesus will not give me more than I can handle! Your work for Him matters! Thank you again.
-Lillian M.

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Perth Syndrome Healed
When I was ten years old (1978) my grandfather Mario Kenny came to take my mother and me to the Max Solbrekken Revivial Crusade in the Corona Motor Hotel, Yorkton, Sk. Because my left hip bone was disintegrated due to Perth's Disease - a disease that turns bones into chalk - I could not walk. My left leg was 1 1/2 inches too short. They had given me special crutches and were outfitting me with a permanent wheelchair. My grandfather carried me down the steps into the large ballroom at the Corono Hotel. When Pastor Max Solbrekken asked for people who needed a miracle, my Grandfather carried me up to the 'Man of God!' When Rev. Solbrekken prayed for me all the severe pains were gone immediately. I could walk, run, jump and do anything a normal 10 year old girl does! And I didn't need the special orthopedic shoes I had to wear! I had spent many weeks and months in the hospital - in traction - since I was seven years old. We went back to my doctor an he verified the miracle. Excitedly Dr. Kim said, "Look at these two x-rays. Here's an old one that shows you have total deterioration in your hip bone and here is the one I took today that shows a normal hip!" When I told him what had happened, he rejoiced with me and marked my chart, "HEALED BY FAITH!" Then he spent a long time asking my father Andy Farkis about the miracle in my body. During my High School years I excelled in all sports, playing softball, ice hockey and winning trophies and first place honors across Saskatchewan, Alberta & British Columbia. Even today at 30, I still play on an ice hockey team and softball team. I have 3 children and am expecting the 4th child soon. I thank God for His miracle in my body, which happened 20 years ago. I am still perfectly well today! All the glory goes to Jesus.

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Touched by God, literally!
Here is a simple, touching, testimony of an old lady who simply trusted God. This ninety years old lady was Evelyn's (name has been changed because the person intends all glory to go to the Lord) husband's aunt. When Evelyn (a Singaporean) saw her in Bidor, a town in Malaysia, she had a fan blowing at her red hot legs which had swollen terribly. She was groaning from excruciating pain. Although she was 95% deaf, she was an alert woman. Evelyn felt a deep need to reach out to her and to pray for her healing. But there were many obstacles before her. "Lord, forgive me but I come to You with a faith that is as small as a mustard seed. Honestly, this looks like a hopeless situation. You tell me what to do. How can I tell her that You can heal her when she can't even hear? And if I should shout, I would arouse the wrath and displeasure of everyone in this house" Evelyn cried out earnestly in her heart. At that time, Evelyn's husband was not yet a born again Christian. Her relatives, too, would be offended if she did share the gospel in their house. Besides, she was not certain how her aunt would react to the message. Moreover no doctor that they sought had been able to relieve her or the intense pain. In fact her family had arranged for her funeral! Then, God prompted Evelyn to tell of His miraculous healing touch. She obeyed. Very simply, she said to her aunt in Cantonese, "'Yeh-Soh' (Jesus) can heal you." "Yeh-Soh?" reiterated her aunt. By now, Evelyn was sitting on the edge of her seat. "Yes..." Evelyn answered excitedly. "You mean 'Yeh' as in coconut?" her aunt wanted to clarify. "Indeed!" replied Evelyn, rejoicing that the first hurdle had been cleared. Her near-deaf aunt had actually heard and understood who she was talking about! She did not even have to shout at the top of her voice! "Now, Jesus will heal you. You can call on Jesus anytime. Keep on worshipping and praising Him. He is with you." Evelyn uttered every word clearly and slowly. It was three months later when Evelyn and her husband saw their aunt again. They were amazed at how well she looked. She was not only up and walking around, her legs were not swollen! Their aunt greeted them as though they were her long-lost friends. "Look at me! Jesus has healed me!" she spilled out her joy and gratitude. Her son confirmed, "Yes, she was walking around and her legs were not swollen the following day after your departure." Her daughter-in-law nodded in agreement. The energetic ninety-year-old lady then elaborated on her encounter with Christ. "That night, I woke up because a pair of big hands were shaking my stomach vigorously. I looked up and saw a man in white." she recalled. She confessed that she was afraid initially. "I kept pushing His hands away. Then, I remembered what you'd told me. I wondered if this was the 'Yeh-Soh' you were talking about. Immediately, apologized to Him and I let go." she confessed. The moment she let go, she let God take over. She believed that when Christ's hands were shaking her stomach, He was actually pushing the 'boiling waters' in her legs away. "The swelling was gone the next morning. you don't know how cooling and relieved I feel!" she asserted. Hallelujah! For this simple lady, God deserved all the glory. For Evelyn, she learnt how important it is to seize the opportunity to obey God when He speaks. If she had followed her own analytical mind, this miracle might have been hindered from coming forth. Now, there was one more urgent thing to do. Evelyn wasted no time in sharing the gospel with her aunt. "Will you take Jesus as your Lord and Saviour?" she asked right away. "Of course!" her aunt answered. The Holy Spirit attended to her spiritual diet. On Evelyn's subsequent trip to Bidor, her aunt had already practised His presence. "Come, let's sup with Jesus. Let's welcome Him to our table." she said simply. Evelyn marvelled. All she had ever done was to ask for God's blessings upon the food, but her aunt had actually asked Christ to come and sit next to her to share her meal. She continued to walk and sup with Him. She was not only sensitive to God, she had every desire to praise Him. Every visitor who came to the house was bound to hear of God's love and His healing power. She did not fall into self-pity or waver in her faith even when she was experiencing pain in her joints. Like David, she strengthened herself in the Lord God (1 Samuel 30:6). She was, therefore, filled with a sense of quietness and peace until one night ... That cold night, she saw in the doorway two shady figures. At first, she thought they were her grandchildren. Suddenly, a cold chill ran down her spine and a paralyzing fear gripped her. She could sense that they were unwelcome visitors. "JESUS! JESUS!" she cried out loudly when she regained her composure. Like lightning, the two dubious figures fled and disappeared out of sight. In her desperation, she knew how to cry to Jesus for help. Since then, no visitors from the dark side had dared to approach her. She died peacefully in her sleep a few years later at the ripe age of ninety-five. During the last years of her life, she was filled with praises and rejoicing. And we can count on her doing the same in His Kingdom.

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Healed of Aids
In the end of 1990 ... I was diagnosed as having HIV. Not only was I HIV, but I had full-blown AIDS! I know you are probably wondering how a Christian, a person who has known the Lord most of his life, could get HIV. To tell the truth, I really don't know. I am not a homosexual, I am not a drug user, and I was a virgin when I married, so that narrows the possibilities down quite a bit. Although it hasn't been proven, it is believed that I got HIV from a blood transfusion. It doesn't really matter how I got HIV. I don't really want to focus on that. I want the Lord to be glorified; and I believe the Lord allowed it to happen for a reason - to bring me to the place in my life where I am today. He brought me to this point in time where I can minister to you, the hurting and the sick. Of course, our first concern was for the health of my wife and daughter. We immediately went to the doctor and had them tested. Praise God, they were negative! That was a miracle! I had Neumasistic Pneumonia (a type of pneumonia that is contracted mainly by people with AIDS) when I found out I was HIV. There would have been no reason to be tested for AIDS had I not had that type of pneumonia; and at that point the doctors were pretty certain that I had HIV. The doctor said that I didn't have much of a chance of recovery; that my T-Cell count at that time was only 20, which meant that my immune system had already been totally destroyed. Two ladies came to visit me in the hospital room one afternoon. I didn't know them, but they asked if they could pray with me. I told them yes, and they began to pray. I just felt the spirit of the Lord fill the room. As they left, one of the ladies stepped back inside the door and she said, "I really feel the Lord urging me to give you a word that He has for you. This disease is not of God, it is of Satan. Just remember, no matter what physical condition comes your way, no matter what the devil tries to throw on you, keep your eyes on Jesus, and He will raise you up. You'll go tell what great things the Lord has done for you in your life." When they left the room, I began to weep and pray. Even though I was a Christian, when I found out I was HIV I didn't know how to react. I couldn't pray, I didn't even think about God. Actually, I blamed God and I cursed Him for the affliction that was on me and my family. I couldn't understand why I was going through all of this; but, there in that hospital room, I began to pray and weep. When my wife returned to the room that evening, I told her about the visit that I'd had from the two ladies. We talked about it, and we prayed together, and decided then that we couldn't do anything about what was wrong with me. The best thing to do would be to just turn it over to God, and just let Him carry the burden, because it was too heavy for us to carry. So we prayed, and turned everything over to God. We told Him that we would believe what the Lord said that by His stripes I was healed. From that day on, we believed that no matter what, I was healed. Now, I would be lying if I said that there weren't some bad times. There were some really bad times. But no matter what happened, we knew that I was already healed. I know some of you may think I'm nuts, but that's the kind of faith that God wants us to have. Believe when we can't see with the eye, and even when the Doctors say it's not true. Believe Isaiah 53:5, "But He was wounded for our transgressions, and He was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed." There were hundreds of low times. In fact, I've probably been in the hospital or to the emergency room more than a hundred times. At one point in my illness, I lost all my body fat, and I weighed only 89 pounds. I was bed-ridden for almost three years, and had to be fed by an IV because I couldn't eat. I was on a lot of heavy pain medication because of the constant pain. I had Neuropathy in my bowels and everything that went down just hurt tremendously. The doctors put me on the home IVs, which helped some, and I began to gather strength. At one point during that period of time it got to the place that I thought I couldn't go on any longer. I really felt like the Lord wasn't with me any more. Now, I was just ready to give up. I was so weak, my wife had to bathe me. One night I was in the tub , and I looked up at her with tears in my eyes and I asked her if she would help me take my life, because I didn't want to go on any longer. I felt I was of no use to any one - I couldn't be a husband to her, I couldn't be a father to my child - I was just there as a burden to everyone; and I didn't want to go on any longer. She told me, "No." She told me that she loved me and would be there with me. She told me that God loved me, and He was there with me - He had made a promise that He wasn't going to go back on. She reminded me that He had healed me already, and we had to hang on to that. No matter what, I was healed - we were healed. After we had that conversation that night, I felt strengthened. and although the days seemed awfully long as I lay in bed, I knew the Lord was with me. As I began to get better, I had the battle of coming off pain medicines. I had been on pain medications for almost three years and was totally hooked. Let me tell you, it is no picnic to come off drugs. I would lose control of my emotions and would see things that weren't there. I couldn't stand for anybody to even look at me, I was so irritable; but God was there with me and He saw me through that battle. With His help, I was able to come off the pain medicines. In June of 1997, I received a report that there was no HIV detectable in my bloodstream. Thank you Jesus! That was a manifestation of the promise that God had given me. Here I am now, I weigh 196 pounds, and I'm as healthy as anyone could be, who has been through what I've been through. I still have problems - I have Neuropathy in my feet and legs, which cause a lot of pain. I'm taking natural courses and Acupuncture for the pain now, and it is helping quite a bit, although the pain is still tremendous at times. I look at all of this as a reminder that I need to tell someone about what the Lord has done for me. Without that constant reminder, I'm afraid that I may become slack and lazy. I don't want to do that. That is why I surrendered to my call in ministry. I recently started HIV Ministries. HIV stands for "Help In the Valley" ministries. I will go to hospitals, schools, churches, anywhere and everywhere that anyone will listen. I want to say to you today, if you are going through an illness, God is still in the healing business. That same scripture: "By His Stripes, We Are Healed" applies to you the same way that it applies to me. God will do the same for you as He did for me. No matter how dark it may get, just remember Jesus is right there with you, and has already paid the cost. Just take that scripture and reach out and claim it, then believe it in the name of Jesus. Don't let the devil get any victory. He would like for you to give up----that would make him very happy. But if you die today from what's ailing you, die believing that God has healed you already. That's the kind of faith that it takes. People ask me, "What if your HIV returns?" Well, my answer to that is - God said by His Stripes I was healed, and I won't have it any other way. There's no HIV in my bloodstream, no matter what reports or what the doctors say. I praise God for that and I am not going to let the devil have one bit of victory out of this ole boy. Maybe when he figures that out, he'll get back to Hell, and leave me and my family alone. You are under our feet devil!" My prayer for you today is this: If you don't know Jesus as your Savior, that you will trust Him today. If you are sick and hurting, turn it over to Jesus. Believe what He said in His Word. He'll strengthen you and He'll guide you through your stormy waters.