Lars, BEd - Coffs Harbour, Australia - cai.org|
After being a spirit-filled Christian for about 4 years, I had an experience that possibly many Christians can relate to, as something similar might have happened to you in the past or is happening to you as you read this. Out of the blue I got terribly sick.
Let’s start at the beginning. In 2001 my wife and I lived in Paris wanting to bring the gospel to the French people. I worked as a language teacher and lecturer at university and was witnessing to many people about Jesus Christ. I had already experienced many miracles with God in my life and was studying the topic of divine healing intensively. One morning while teaching one on one I started getting very weak on my legs. It was a 90 minute class and the lady I was teaching realized that I was not quite my normal self and eventually I had to sit down, as the weakness in my legs got stronger and stronger and also spread to the rest of my body. The feeling I had is best described as being completely sore. Similar to how you feel when you haven’t exercised for a long time and then one day without any previous practice you have a killer workout. Just that this soreness was not only in my legs, but spread to every part of my body and virtually paralyzed me. Eventually my student realized that there was no point of continuing the class and I called my wife Mandy to pick me up, as I couldn’t drive the car anymore.
Mandy was in town and due to problems with the Metro (subway) it took her over two hours to come, whereas it would have normally only taken 20 minutes. By that time I was so sore that I could not even move with help and there was no chance to get me down into the car. As I was only able to sit on my chair, my work colleagues decided to call the fire brigade/ambulance, who then carried me downstairs. I asked them to take me home, which they refused and then transported me to the hospital in Evry, just minutes away from my work. After only a brief examination the doctors told me that I had diabetes and that I was seriously sick. I told them in nice terms that this was nonsense and that they should give me some magnesium and that I wanted to go home. They refused giving me magnesium for a long time, but eventually after insisting they gave it to me. There was no improvement to my physical wellbeing and my urine was full of blood.
As the doctors in Evry had never seen a disease like this they decided to transfer me to a specialized clinic for rare diseases in Paris. Arriving there they took blood samples and put me on a glucose drip in order to keep my body hydrated and kidneys working. I was still not able to move and lay more or less paralysed in bed. Although I was physically in bad shape I knew that I had been healed when Jesus went to the cross for me over 2000 years ago and I was just waiting for the manifestation of the healing. I kept confessing the healing and knew very powerfully that I was just under attack.
After being in hospital for 3 days the doctors still had no clue what my problem was, despite them being specialised in rare diseases. They had never seen anything like it. This did not worry me, as I knew that the devil was trying to give me a hard time. I did not take any medication and just had a glucose (sugar-water) drip over those 3 days and could feel that I was getting a little bit of movement back. Being in hospital felt like a complete waste of time, as they could not do anything for me, other than keeping me hydrated, which I felt I could also do at home by myself.
Before taking the decision to leave I wanted to ask our senior pastor for advise the next morning. Without me telling anybody about my plan to leave the hospital, pastor Scott got another pastor to phone me passing on a message that I was just under a satanic attack and that I should get out of hospital. This was the confirmation I had waited for and I informed the nurses that I wanted to leave the hospital that very Sunday. They told the doctors and they were very upset about me wanting to leave. They tried intimidating Mandy and I pretty strongly by saying that I would lose the function of my kidneys and would end up being on dialysis among other things. This did not change my mind and I signed myself out of hospital at my own risk and had arranged for a couple of friends from church to pick me up. This was the first time I got up for over 3 days and the first time I saw myself in a mirror. I looked shocking, or as a friend stated “This is Lars’ voice, but that’s not him!”. Somehow the glucose-water had made one half of my face to bloat up incredibly and I had put on 10 kilos in 3 days.
With a couple of friends’ help they got me into a wheel chair and managed to get me home. I was relieved to be back home and just kept drinking heaps of water and kept studying the book “Healing the Sick” by T.L. Osborne, which I had been reading before this attack. This book is phenomenal, as it goes through every reason your mind might give you why you should not be healed and shows you that there is NO VALID REASON for this kind of thinking. Jesus took ALL sickness and disease with him to the cross and by His stripes we have been healed. It is a matter of fact. You just have to believe and accept it. Sickness is of the devil and Jesus came to destroy the works of the devil. While reading the book I actually got more and more confidence that it is just a matter of time until I am 100% fit and kept praising God for His healing.
On Monday, i.e. the next day, poor Mandy was given a very hard time by several doctors, who phoned up trying to get me back into hospital, giving her the bleakest outlooks of what might happen to me if I didn’t return. Telling her how irresponsible she is and that she was to blame if anything happened to me. I decided to stay home anyway and not to go back to hospital, as God is the best physician.
I could feel small improvements in my health and strength every day, but it took about 4 weeks before I was fully fit again and able to go back to work. That’s where I learned that God’s healing power according to Mk 16:18 is not always instantaneous, but sometimes a process that takes time.
MARK 16:18" "They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.""
After being completely healed I was very excited about God’s healing power and told many people within and without the church about what God has to say with regards to healing. A couple of months after this attack I flew to the USA for a church gathering in California and excitedly told everyone what had happened to me and how God had healed me. But then was to come another test of my faith.
One day we went witnessing in Sacramento when from one moment to the next all the symptoms of soreness came back, so that I was unable to stay on my legs for long. Of course thoughts came flushing in that I had not really been healed the last time, that I had made a fool of myself for confessing God’s miraculous healing and that I needed to see a doctor. Having read in Smith Wigglesworth’s book “Ever Increasing Faith” about people going through similar trials I learned that under no circumstances am I to doubt my healing and start talking negatively. So I started confessing again that “by His stripes I am healed” and within a few hours the soreness left again and has never come back since. This is over 11 years at the time of writing this testimony.
I hope that these lines will encourage you to not go and seek the doctor when you are sick, but claim and believe God for His healing, even though the symptoms might still be there. God is by far the best physician and in Him we should trust.
EXODUS 15:26 ""And said, 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.""