Mental Illness or Demonic Influence?

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For those who cannot/will not accept the idea of healing.

I can give you 3 examples where I was personally involved.

In 1976 my mom had back surgery. She had a metal rod put in her back to stabilize her spine after the degeneration of several disks. After surgery, she was in a body brace for 90 days. From that day forward, she could not bend without sever pain, she could not sweep, or vacuum or simply take clothes out of the dryer. In 1979 that metal rod had started to pull away from the spine. The Dr. Took x-rays. As it progressed, mom couldn’t use her right leg. She was in the bed on major pain killers for weeks. After several weeks, she had determined that she had to be healed or just die. It was too painful. I vividly remember going to church that Sunday. Dad and I carried her into the church. Really it was just dad, as I was 10 but I did my best to help.

We stopped in the hallway by the pastor’s office and he prayed for mom. Serious apostolic prayer. Nothing happened. She was still in utter pain. We went into Church to find out there was a missionary. Mom was NOT HAPPY. This was the 70’s and that meant a seriously dry slide show and an appeal for money and little else.

Mom sat there and in her words, letting God know how displeased she was. Here she was, in utter pain, at the point of asking God to kill her. All she wanted was a service where faith was moving and where she could be healed and what she got was a slide show from Ireland. I don’t think she cared if the Irish got saved or not at that moment.

Brother Miller was the missionary. He gave his slide show, then stopped and said he felt like there was a need for an alter call. That was not his normal thing etc… Still mad at God, mom went to the alter. As she began to pray, God began to deal with her attitude and asking her why this couldn’t be the service where she was healed? What did slide shows have to do with Gods healing? Brother Miller came by and laid hands on her and began to pray, not knowing anything about mom.

Mom said it felt like someone poured warm butter on her head and it just went down and covered her entire body. As that happened, the pain went away. She was pain free for the first time in years. From that day to this, she has not had a single issue with her lower back. She can bend; do anything she needs to do without pain.

When I was a teenager, we had one of those prophets come to the church. I’m not a big fan. But on that day, He said that there was someone who suffered from a certain type of headache. Several people stood and he would ask them questions and he would say “no that isn’t it.” He described a situation where someone had been hit in the head and from that time forward, had suffered from a debilitating pressure that would almost be a blackout situation. It would come on after some kind of exertion.

I sat there freaked out. I had gotten a serious concussion playing basketball in the 6th grade. The hit knocked me out and I was OUT for 15 minutes or more. Ended up in the hospital etc. He was describing me and my situation to a T. I didn’t want to say a word, but he would not move forward in the service. He was adamant that there was one person with a very specific situation and God was going to heal that person that day. Finally I stood up and explained what had happened and what I had suffered with from 6th grade to 11th grade. He said “you are the one. You won’t have any more of those headaches.”

From that day to this, I have not had a single one. Nothing even close.

A few years ago, a friend of mine was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Evidently it is something that only hits people of African/South American decent. It is a pretty terrible thing that will kill and there is nothing that can be done. He had lost 50 pounds and was desperate. I prayed for him, he began to gain weight and feel better. He went back to the Dr. and was told that there was no longer any evidence of the illness.

I know some here don’t want to talk about healing. I know some don’t think God can or does. My LIFE tells me a very different story. Now I do not know why everyone is not healed. I do know that God does heal. I live in pain every single second of every single day. God has not healed me yet. God healed my oldest son of a very serious heart condition. God did not heal my second son of a very serious (but different) heart condition. He will have surgery this summer. I don’t know all the ways of God, nor do I understand his will in full. But I do know that I am in his hands and that he can do so much more than I think he can.

The lack of seeing hundreds healed, is no indication that he does not.