Noah and the Ark

[Sam]

I received this Monday Sept. 19, 2005. It is a testimony by Barb Muenchen about her healing that happened 25 years before.

In 2004 when I found out I had prostate cancer I asked a lot of people to pray for me. One day Barb came up to me in the Vineyard Chapel and told me, "The name of Jesus is greater than any cancer." Then she told me about her bout with colon cancer in 1980 and how God had healed her. I had not heard that story before. She felt like she should tell me about it to encourage me and it was very encouraging. I have told that story to some people since then but I asked her if she would type it up for me and let me share it with others. She agreed and here it is. I hope it encourages you like it did me.

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Hi Jim,

So many things have come up lately I'll just have to trust that now is a great time to pass this on. Thank you for asking...its always valuable to reflect on God's goodness!

Several years ago, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. As I was young, many months passed before the doctor realized the problem. By the time I entered the hospital, I required several blood transfusions to restore my system before surgery. During the procedure, a grapefruit size malignant tumor was removed from my colon. It had passed through the colon wall and spread to several lymph nodes... My prognosis was very poor. I remember meeting the oncologist and the grim look on his face. He had told my family I would not live to see Christmas (the surgery was in March). Nevertheless, preparation was made to begin extensive radiation treatments as soon as possible.

To be sure, I had had much prayer by my friends and family. My first time back to church my pastor prayed for me again. I felt a warmth go from the bottom of my large incision to the top. It circled the area where many of the malignant lymph nodes had been found (and the place I had been marked in red for the radiation). The heat traveled back down to the bottom of my incision. I knew something profound had occurred.

I began the treatments with the same "must do" attitude I'd had for the surgery. I was very weak, however, following such major surgery, and as the treatments began, my weakness increased. I was scheduled to go five times a week for six weeks. I questioned if I would make it.

One morning I was in the hospital waiting for another treatment. This thought came to me "Trust Me to complete your healing." I knew God was speaking and only He knew what my body could endure. At that moment, my family doctor entered the waiting room. I quietly told him I would be stopping my treatments. He insisted I make an appointment to discuss this with him. I made the appointment, as well as one with the surgeon and the oncologist. All three men objected. The oncologist was the most insistent. I told him he had no guarantees for me. He said, "Life has no guarantees." Trying to be both respectful and appreciative, I simply said I would put my life in God's Hands... These were his parting words: "If I see you in the mall in six months, I'll believe in your miracle." That was early April1980!