Is It Our Responsibility To Heal The Infirm?

Should we lay hands on the infirm and heal them?

William Carey, the great missionary to India and Father of Modern Missions, was told by one of the elderly ministers, "Young man, sit down; when God is pleased to convert the heathen world, He will do it without your help or mine." This minister was citing the "Sovereignty of God". It was a good thing that William Carey understood the other half which was the "Responsibility of Man". He went to India and impacted that nation for Christ. 

Today, we have the same dilemma - some Christians believe that if God wants to heal the person, "he will do it without your help or mine."
The truth is that we still have to exercise our faith to believe for healing, lay hands upon the infirm, command the disease or pain to go in the mighty name of Jesus. God has chosen to work with and through us. 

For example, God could open the Red Sea without Moses, but He chose to work through Moses. He told Moses to "divide the water" with his staff. Yes, Moses was to raise his staff then God's miracle was activated. Read Exodus 14:15-16
Then the Lord said to Moses, “Why are you crying out to me? Tell the Israelites to move on. Raise your staff and stretch out your hand over the sea to divide the water so that the Israelites can go through the sea on dry ground."

Today, we need to believe in the Promise of God for divine healing and to faithfully raise our hands - lay them upon the infirm and command the diseases to go in the mighty name of Jesus. The pains, diseases and even demons have to go because we are the Ambassadors of the Most High God! 

Albert Kang

We Are The Waiters

Healing the infirm in the mighty Name of Jesus in Bangladesh

Grace and I have been healing the infirm and casting out demons, in the mighty name of Jesus, for the last eight years. We have witnessed thousands of miracles. 

Some believers misunderstood us when we say that we are "healing the sick". They say only Jesus can do the healing miracles and not us. They are absolutely correct. We can do nothing.... absolutely nothing without Christ. 

We are not the "Chef" who cooks the gourmet food. We are only the "waiters" who serve the customers. We do not take credit for the great food that satisfies the customers even though we may say that we "serve and feed" the customers.

The only problem with some believers is that they refuse to be "waiters". They want the "Chef" to do the serving too. They want Him to carry the dishes to the customers at the table.
When Jesus had given authority and power to His disciples to cast out demons and heal the sick, He did not go with them. (Luke 9:1-2. 10:1, 9). He instructed them to serve His miracles to the people in need. 

If we understood this concept, we should see countless people healed and delivered. Remember, we are not the "Chef" but the "waiters". We only serve the miracles that Jesus is doing! 

Albert Kang

The God of Humor and Miracles

This is a testimony of how God allowed RC, a young missionary to become sick so as to put her in a hospital ward next to a dying woman. By His grace, mercy and miracle, the woman and her Turkish family gave their lives to Christ. Read this amazing testimony:

 

Over the last six years of doing full-time missionary work, I have seen Jesus do amazing miracles to provide, guide, and protect me.

A friend asked me recently what my biggest leap of faith had been to date. It was hard to pick a certain moment, as I’ve come to see that every time Jesus presents a challenge and through faith I overcome, He “upgrades” me; the next challenge is a little harder and more faith is required. In that way my faith is always growing.

But there was one time that I can say was a definite turning point in my life of faith. I was 18 years old and on my way to Ethiopia with another missionary friend. Neither of us had been there before, I had never been to Africa period. So I felt rather uncertain. We landed in Frankfurt, Germany, and on arrival at the train station, we started talking to two people who turned out to be from Ethiopia. They introduced us to their church and the locals there. We didn’t have any finances for the tickets, and the deadline for the flight was getting closer as the days passed.

For a couple of days prior I had been experiencing odd twinges in the right side of my stomach. The twinges quickly turned into sharp, stabbing pain, but up till that point I had never been really sick before and so I ignored it. The morning before our departure, I woke up with a start. Nothing had awaken me, but something wasn’t right. I got out of bed and suddenly blacked out.

When I woke up a few minutes later, the pain was unimaginable. My friend had woken up when she heard me falling on the floor. She rushed me to the hospital. After hours of medical examinations, the doctors discovered that I had ovarian cysts and that two large ones had ruptured, causing internal bleeding.

The doctors explained that I needed to have surgery immediately. Then he asked for my insurance details. Being a young and new missionary, I had never thought about medical insurance. The doctor was upset as the surgery would cost me 15,000 euros and he wondered how I was to pay it.

He said, “What are you going to do?”

When I started to hesitantly say that I believed God could do a miracle, he just laughed. I was afraid, and in the back of my mind was this voice saying, “This is a punishment for the things you’ve done wrong. If you really had faith, this wouldn’t have happened.” They wouldn’t let my friend in, so I lay there asking myself, “What will I do? What will I do?”

An angel, in the form of a nurse, came in just then and said, “Don’t think about the money. You belong to God. If you can’t have faith in anything else, trust in His love.”

I decided to go ahead with the surgery. Later I learned that my friends who were doing mission projects throughout Europe and Africa were having hourly prayer vigil. They were also considering how they could help me pay for the operation.

The days after the operation were tough. The rules of the hospital did not allow my friend to visit much. However what really frustrated me was that I should have been in Ethiopia by then.

Just a few months before all these events, I had dedicated my life to serving Jesus. Now this happened! Laying there in the hospital, my mind was in turmoil.

 "How am I going to pay for the surgery? Is this a punishment from God? Why did it happen?"



During this time another lady patient was put in my room. I could hear her talking to her daughter, saying, “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to face God’s punishments. What will happen to my family ... and why is God allowing this?” This lady was speaking in Turkish, and while I was by no means fluent in Turkish, yet I understood what she was saying.

I started to speak to her through her daughter, who spoke English. I told them about God’s love and how perfect it is. How God allows suffering so that we can better understand His love and grow closer to Him. As I shared with her, I started to find the answers to the very same fears and doubts that I had been struggling with.

The frightened lady was dying of cancer of the intestines. The doctors would operate on her but apparently with her serious condition, there was only a 30% chance of success.

The day before I was released from the hospital, she called me over and said, “In the Koran, Jesus is called the Healer. I have heard you pray to Him. Please pray now for my life.” Her whole family was standing there with such expectant faith. I don’t remember the prayer or what I said, but I was so desperate for Jesus to do something to honor their faith.

The next day I was released from the hospital but was told to rest in bed for two weeks. The only problem was that I had nowhere to go. I was issued a paper asking me to pay the bill within a month’s period. I did not know what to do. As I walked aimlessly, I found a seat near the entrance of the hospital and started to pray.

About two hours later I heard someone calling my name. IIt was the daughter of the Turkish lady woman, who had since been operated.

“It’s a miracle! The miracle from God,” the daughter was saying over and over again. She explained that just before the surgery, the doctors decided to do one more scan. in the previous scan, the cancer had wrapped itself all around her intestines. But this new scan showed something completely different. All of the cancer was gone, except for a small bit right at the top of the organ. The operation took very little time and she was fine. The doctors said they had never seen anything like that before—it was a miracle.

After hearing my plight, the lady and her daughter invited me stayed with their family. For two weeks,  each of them took turns to ask me questions about God’s love and Jesus’ power to heal. During that time the father, mother, and daughter asked Jesus to come into their hearts. Jesus changed their lives.

The hospital bill still needed to be paid. And I needed a miracle. With fear and trembling, I went to the hospital on the appointed date. However, with the first miracle, my faith was strengthened. I gave the receptionist my name and waited to be called to face the music. Finally I was ushered into an office by a lady. She looked at me with a confused look and then looked back at the file. Finally she asked me for my date of birth and birthplace. I told her, and she shook her head. For forty long minutes she rattled on her keyboard, made calls, and got angrier and absolutely frustrated.

Finally she threw the file down and said, “Bah! There is no real record of your having even been here.”

I must have looked as confused as I felt, as she continued, “There was a woman here with the same name as you, but according to our files she was 76 years old, had inflammation of the joints, and was covered by our medical insurance policy. We cannot charge you if there is no record of you even existing. You can go!”

I stumbled out of that office hardly believing that Jesus had a wonderful sense of humor. He had taken my medical file and replaced it with that of a 76-year-old lady. When I went back to the house of my new found friends and told them what had happened, the mother called the hospital to make sure. It was as the secretary had said: they couldn’t find a single trace of paperwork that I had ever been in the hospital.

Apparently, the hospital administrator said, “And to us Germans, if it’s not on paper, then it hasn’t happened.”

Before that miracle, I had always thought that miracles came to those that were more spiritual, to someone who was very close to Jesus. During that time I didn’t feel very full of faith at all. In fact, I was at my lowest point—just struggling to trust that Jesus loved me.

Remembering this experience helps me so much when I’m facing impossible situations and feel like I don’t have what it takes to receive a miracle. Since then the miracles I’ve experienced have always happened when I stopped trying to use my “common sense” and learn to depend upon Jesus alone. Today, I tell Jesus that I need Him and whenever He gives me instruction, I do not question but just do it.

Cardiologist Confirmed Healing of Man's Heart

Stents placed in arteries

Houston, Texas 
June 30. 2012

Dear Brethren in Christ,

We would like to share with you what happened at the Friday morning session of The Elijah Challenge Training last week. There was a brother named Jim Edwards who had come, but acknowledged to us before the session that he had difficulty believing that the Lord could use him to heal the sick.

A gentleman named Dick Gethin had come to the session that morning at the invitation of the above-mentioned Brother Jim who is a friend from work. Dick had had four stents placed in his arteries to treat breathing problems and pain above his heart. During the demonstration of healing at the first session, Dick came forward for healing. We called a surprised Jim to come forward to minister to him. Barry Chabu of Georgia also came forward to minister. As Jim and Barry laid hands over Dick's heart, Lucille led them in exercising their authority in the name of Jesus Christ.

After the first time of ministry, Dick reported still feeling pain in his heart. They ministered a second time to him. After the second time there was no more pain. We asked him to run around the sanctuary. He did so. Returning to us at the front, he testified that his heart felt fine. Normally Dick would have felt definite averse consequences.

Yesterday (June 29) Dick went to see his Houston cardiologist Dr. Leachman for tests. Today Dr. Leachman called him to inform him that all the tests showed that his heart was completely normal. HALLELUJAH!

An emboldened Jim Edwards is now ready to launch out to minister healing in Jesus' name to people at crowded public events in Houston, and has invited Brother Kurt Simms to join him! (Do pray for Jim and Kurt as they reach out to the lost.)

Praise the Lord for His wonderful grace. Thank you for interceding for us, dear ones ~

Bro Bill

www.TheElijahChallenge.org

Woman Healed of Severe Plantar's Disease in Her Feet

Below is a testimony we just received from Simone Garland-Johnson in the US who trained with The Elijah Challenge over the internet. The Lord had healed her from severe depression and bi-polar disorder from which she had suffered for five years.

"I just wanted to write a testimony about the recent healing my Mother received after taking the Elijah Challenge Training.  Last Sunday my Mom was having really bad pain in her feet. She was diagnosed with Planters Percitous (spelling?)  which caused really bad pain in her feet. She had to put special shoes at the side of her bed because when her feet touched the floor they would hurt really bad--the shoes relieved some of this pain. The problem with her feet had been going on for months and I was tired of seeing her in so much pain-- so I decided to do something about it.

Using what I learned from your teaching I began to command that the pain leave her feet and that her feet be restored, healed, and made new. The pain did not leave right away but though mountain-moving faith, I persisted that the pain leave and her feet to be restore and they were. She experienced a 100% healing. The same feet my Mother could not walk on without very bad pain she began to jump and run on. My brother who is not saved saw this miraculous healing and was amazed. 

My mother is a believer but much sickness has come on her body (lupus, fibromyalgia, and a problem with her knee). Before my Mother was not opened to getting healed--her hope had went down for believing for her healing because she had been prayed for many times before and had not received healing. Further, other Christians told her that the reason she was not healed is because of her [lack of] faith--so she had become very discouraged and thought that Jesus must not want to heal her."