Smith Wigglesworth on Sin and Sickness


Sin and Sickness: Are they related?

There is a close relationship between sin and sickness. How many know that their sicknesses are a direct result sin? I hope that no one will come to be prayed for who was living in sin. But if you will obey God and repent of your sin in stop it, God will meet you, and neither your sickness nor your sin will remain. “The prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven” James 5:15

Faith is just the open door through which the Lord comes. Do not say, “I was saved by faith” or “I was Healed by faith.” Faith does not save and heal. God saves in heals through that open door. You believe, and the power of Christ comes. Salvation and healing are for the glory of God. I am here because God healed me when I was dying, and I’ve been around the world preaching this full redemption, doing all I can to bring glory to the wonderful name of the one who healed me.

“Sin no more, lest a worst thing comes upon you” John 5:14. The Lord told us in one place about an evil spirit going out of a man. The house that the evil spirit left got all swept and put in order, but it received no new occupant. That evil spirit, with seven other spirits more wicked than itself, went back to the unoccupied house, and “the last state of that man was worse than the first.” Matthew 12:45.

The Lord does not heal you to go to a baseball game or to a racetrack. He heals you for His glory so that from that moment your life will glorify Him. But this man remained stationary. He did not magnify the God. He did not seek to be filled with the Spirit. And his last day became “worse than the first.”

The Lord wants to so cleanse the motives and desires of your hearts, that we will seek one thing only, and that is His glory. I went to a certain place one day and the Lord said, “this is for My glory.”

A young man had been sick for a long time. He had been confined to his bed in an utterly hopeless condition. He was fed with a spoon and was never dressed. The weather was damp, so I said to the people in the house, “I wish you would put the young man’s clothes by the fire to air.” At first, they would not take any notice of my request, but because I was persistent they took out his clothes. When They had been aired, I took them into his room.

Upon entering the room the Lord said to me, “you will have nothing to do with this,” and I just lay prostrate on the floor. The Lord showed me that he was going to shake the place with his glory. The very bed shook. I laid my hands on the young man in the name of Jesus, and the power fell in such a way that I fell with my face to the floor.

In about a quarter of an hour the young man got up and walked back-and-forth praising God. He dressed himself and then went out to the room where his father and mother were. He said “God has healed me.” Both the father and mother fell prostrate to the floor as the power of God surged through that room. There was a woman in that house who had been in an Asylum for lunacy, and her condition was so bad that they were about to take her back. But the power of God healed her, too.

The power of God is just the same today as it was in the past. Men need to be taken back to the old paths, to the old-time faith, to believing God’s word and every “Thus says the Lord” in it. The Spirit of the Lord is moving in these days. God is coming forth. If you want to be in the rising tide, you must accept all God has said.

“Do you want to be made well?” (John 5:6). It is Jesus who asks this question. Give him your answer. He will hear, He will answer.

From “Smith Wigglesworth on Healing”
Copyright 1999 Whitaker House Publishing

Eyeballs Instantly appear in blind child -Healed by Jesus through Mel Bond


Eyeballs Instantly appear -Healed by Jesus!

This is an amazing video testimony of a healing by Jesus where a blind child receives restored sight and new eyeballs while Mel Bond prays for healing!

Part 2 More Amazing sight Miracles!

(Mel’s book listed in the video is available here for free:’sAnointing.pdf )

Jesus visits dying Muslim in hospital room


Jesus visits dying Muslim in hospital room, brings healing
By Mark Ellis

Dr. Saddiki in hospital

He had the worst case of shingles in the history of Toronto General Hospital and doctors prepared him for the worst. Raised a devout Muslim, he was stunned when Jesus appeared in his hospital room and brought the kind of healing only Jesus can bring.

“My skin was burning as if someone had doused it with gasoline and then threw a match on it,” says Dr. Nasir Saddiki, the founder of Wisdom Ministries. “I felt like I was on fire from my inside.”


In a sterile room on the eighth floor of the hospital, his doctor informed him “the blisters are multiplying so fast I can literally watch them grow. Your body has stopped fighting back.”

The next day he contracted chicken pox and doctors placed him in strict isolation. His temperature soared to 107.6 degrees, a life-threatening level high enough to leave his brain permanently damaged.

For days he continued to deteriorate. “My nerve endings became so inflamed that even a single hair drifting across my skin sent shock waves of fire rippling through my body,” he says.

At 34, Dr. Saddiki had already earned his first million dollars, but he wasn’t prepared to handle his own mortality. “In facing death I felt nothing but weakness and outright terror. I didn’t have the slightest idea what might await me on the other side. I had been raised as a devout Moslem and I had been taught that Allah was a god who did not heal sickness. I thought that my only hope was in medicine.”

As Dr. Saddiki slipped close to death, he became listless and unresponsive, yet he could hear his doctors’ conversations.  ”His immune system has simply shut down” one of them said.”

“He’s dying,” another doctor stated. “His immune system must be compromised by AIDS.”

I don’t have AIDS, Dr. Saddiki wanted to say, but was unable to speak. The full weight of their remarks hit him like a sledgehammer. If they had given up hope, where did that leave him?

Doctors delivered the bad news to his business partner. “In a few hours he’ll be dead,” they informed him. “If by some miracle he lives he’ll be blind in his right eye, deaf in his right ear, paralyzed on his right side and severely brain damaged.” Then they walked out of the room, leaving him alone.

“I suddenly felt like a drowning man going down for the third time,” Dr. Saddiki says. “Gathering what little strength I still had I was barely able to whisper, ‘God if you are real do not let me die.’”

Then in the middle of the night, something remarkable happened. He awoke suddenly to find a man standing at the foot of his bed. “I was shocked because rays of light emanated from him, which allowed me to see his body in my pitch-black room.

But one part of the man’s body blazed with glory. “Amazingly I was unable to see His face. It was too bright to look at it without hurting my eyes.

Even as a Muslim, he had an “inner knowing” that the one who stood there was Jesus Christ.

Dr. Saddiki felt no fear, only profound serenity in the presence of the one called the Prince of Peace. Although he couldn’t speak, he wondered why Jesus would come to a Muslim when everyone else had left him to die.

He didn’t hear an audible voice from Jesus, but these words came into his mind: I am the God of the Christians. I am the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

“That is all He told me. As suddenly as He had appeared and woke me up, He disappeared.”

The next morning Dr. Saddiki’s doctors returned to examine him. “The blisters have stopped growing,” they almost shouted with amazement. Since he seemed more alert they said, “we don’t know why but your shingles have gone into remission.

The following day, still in severe pain and covered with blisters, Dr. Saddiki was discharged from the hospital with a suitcase full of drugs. “Don’t leave your home,” they  cautioned. “It will be months before your blisters disappear and when they do, you will be left with white patches of skin and severe scarring all over your body. The pain that you are experiencing can last for years.”

“I looked like a cross between a leper and the Elephant Man,” Dr. Saddiki notes. “When people saw me they literally fled to the other side of the street because I scared them so much. However I wasn’t concerned about my appearance because I couldn’t stop thinking about Jesus’ appearance. I was certain that His presence in my hospital room had stopped the shingles virus.”

As a result of his unusual encounter with Jesus, questions swirled through his mind. “I knew very little about Jesus. I still had a consuming question in my mind. Is Jesus the Son of God as Christians claim or is He just a prophet as Muslims are taught?”

His first night home he continued to suffer. “In spite of my medication, the pain and itching was so horrible I almost had to tie my hands to a chair to keep from scratching myself to death.” Mercifully, he drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning he woke up early and turned on the television. “While flipping through the channels I froze when I saw the following words on the screen: ‘Is Jesus the Son of God’? I watched captivated as two men spent the entire program discussing this topic and in the process, answering all of my questions.”

Before the program ended, one of the men led the television audience in a prayer. “My body was aflame with pain but I knelt on my living floor anyway.” As tears streamed down his face, he repeated the prayer and invited Jesus into his heart.

Immediately, the Holy Spirit brought a voracious spiritual hunger that caused him to want to know more about Jesus. In spite of his doctor’s orders to stay inside, he went out and bought a Bible.

He devoured the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.”I still felt spiritually ravenous so I then started in Genesis and read through the entire Bible during my sleepless nights.”

His business partner, who happened to be a Christian, brought Dr. Saddiki books and teaching tapes, which further explained the gospel to him.

As his faith began grew, his prayers got bolder. “I dug out a picture of how I looked before I was attacked with shingles. I prayed and asked God to make me look that way again.”

A few days later, something amazing happened. Dr. Saddiki awakened to find his pillow covered with blisters that had fallen off his face. “I crawled out of bed and stepped into the shower. What started on my pillow was finished in the shower.

Dr. Saddiki with wife, after healing

“Every blister fell off my body!” he exclaims. “Instead of being covered with patches of white and scar tissue, my skin turned red. It then slowly healed, returning to its pre-shingles condition. When that occurred I not only looked human, I actually looked like I did before I became ill, except for the scars that I still have on my chest.”

Amazingly, none of the doctor’s dire predictions came true. “My eyesight is now 20/20. My hearing is normal. My speech is unimpaired and I suffered absolutely no brain damage at all.”

“My healing was totally miraculous ,swift and complete. I never suffered from lingering pain or in fact any other complication. I had the most miraculous recovery the Toronto General Hospital has ever experienced.”

Jesus showed up in a hospital room of a dying Muslim and brought healing. “But that wasn’t the greatest miracle that He performed,” Dr. Saddiki notes. “The transformation that occurred in my heart was even more dramatic than the one that occurred in my body.”

From that day forward, Dr. Siddiki’s passion has been to know and serve the Lord Jesus Christ.

An international teacher and evangelist, Dr. Siddiki holds crusades throughout the world. He and his wife, Anita, host a television program on TBN, Winning with Wisdom, which is broadcast to 15,000 stations via satellite reaching millions, including those in the Middle East. The founder of Wisdom Ministries, Dr. Siddiki teaches biblical principles for success at the Wisdom Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma. For more information, go to his website at

Atheist near-death experience in hell


Atheist professor’s near-death experience in hell left him changed

— In some near-death experiences, people report they were drawn toward “the light.” But in this horrifying near-death experience for an atheist art professor, he was drawn into the darkness of hell, which dramatically altered the course of his life.

“I was a double atheist,” says Howard Storm, who became a tenured art professor at Northern Kentucky University by age 27.  “I was a know-it-all college professor, and universities are some of the most closed-minded places there are,” he notes.

On the last day of a three-week European art tour he led, his group had returned to their hotel in Paris after a visit to the artist Delacroix’s home and studio. As Howard stood in his room with his wife and another student, suddenly he screamed and dropped to the floor in agony.

“I had a perforation of the small stomach, known as the duodenum,” he recalls. At first, Howard thought he was shot, and he glanced around the room to see if he could spot a smoking gun. As he writhed in pain on the ground, kicking and screaming, his wife called for a doctor.

“They said I needed surgery immediately,” Howard says. “It’s like having a burst appendix. I was told that if they don’t get to it within five hours, you’re probably going to die.”

Howard had the misfortune of a falling ill on a Saturday in a country with socialized medicine, and no doctor could be found. “French doctors do seven surgeries a week, and after they do the seven surgeries, they take the weekend off,” he discovered.

They placed him on a bed without sheets or a pillow and offered no pain medication. He waited in the room for 10 hours. “I was just lying there going south,” Howard says. Meanwhile, intestinal contents were leaking into his abdominal cavity, which would soon lead to peritonitis, septic shock and certain death.

At 8:30 p.m. a nurse came in and said they were still unable to find a doctor, but they would try to find one the next day, Sunday.

“I had been struggling very hard to stay alive, but when she said there was no doctor, I knew it was time to stop fighting,” Howard says.

Yet the thought of death scared him. “I was terrified of dying because it meant lights out, the end of the story,” he notes. “It seemed horrible that at 38-years-old, when I felt powerful and successful in my life, it would all come to an end in such a ridiculously pitiful way.”

Howard made an impassioned farewell to his wife, and told her to tell their friends and the rest of his family goodbye. Then he lost consciousness.

It wasn’t long after he lost consciousness that he had a very unusual out-of-body experience, and found himself standing next to his bed, looking at himself lying there. As he stood there, he noticed he didn’t feel the pain in his stomach. He felt more alive than ever, and his senses seemed more heightened than usual.

He tried to communicate with his wife and another man in the room, but they didn’t respond, which frustrated him. “I was glad I didn’t have the pain, but also I was very confused and disturbed by the situation.”

“I saw my body lying on the bed, but I refused to believe it was me. How could that be me if I was standing there,” he wondered.

Suddenly he heard people outside the room calling for him by name. They spoke English, without a French accent, which seemed strange, because everyone in the hospital either spoke French or heavily accented English.

“Come with us,” they said. “Hurry up, let’s go.”

Howard went to the doorway. “Are you from the doctor?” he asked. “I need to have surgery. I’m sick and I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“We know all about you,” one said. “We’ve been waiting for you. It’s time for you to go. Hurry up.”

Howard left the room and started to walk with them down a long hallway, which was very dimly lit – almost dingy. “They took me on a very long journey through a grey space that got increasingly darker and darker,” he recalls.

They walked a long time, and Howard wondered why he was not tired when he had just suffered the worst day of his life.

“Where are we going? Howard asked. “How come it’s taking so long? What is the doctor’s name?”

“Shut up,” one said. “Be quiet,” another said. “Don’t ask questions.”

Howard’s fear and apprehension grew at the same time he lost trust in his guides. “Finally it was so dark I was terrified and I said, ‘I’m not going any farther. I want to go back.”

“You’re almost there,” one replied.

Howard dug in his heels. “I’m not going any farther,” he said firmly.

A fight ensues

His guides began to push and pull at him. Howard fought back, but he was horribly outnumbered.

“We had a big fight and the fight turned into them annihilating me, which they did slowly and with much relish,” he says. “Mostly they were biting and tearing at me. This went on for a long time. They did other things to humiliate and violate me which I don’t talk about.”

When Howard was no longer “amusing” to them, he collapsed on the ground, ripped apart, unable to move.

He lay there motionless for a few moments, completely spent. Then he was surprised by a small voice inside his head that said, ‘Pray to God.’

He thought, ‘I don’t pray. I don’t even believe in God.’

Then he heard the voice a second time, ‘Pray to God.’

‘But I wouldn’t know how to pray even if I wanted to pray,’ he thought. Whose voice was this, he wondered? It sounded like his voice, but the words were completely foreign to his

own thinking.

Then he heard the voice a third time repeat the same message. His mind drifted back to his days in Sunday school as a child. “I tried to remember things I memorized when I was very young,” he says. He struggled to think of something he could pray.

Then he managed to blurt out, “The Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want…”

When the people around him heard his attempt to pray, they became enraged. “There is no God and nobody can hear you,” they cried, along with other obscenities. “If you keep praying we will really hurt you.”

But Howard noticed something curious. The more he prayed and began to mention God,

the more they backed away from him.

Emboldened, he began to shout out bits and pieces of the Lord’s Prayer, “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” and “God Bless America.” Finally, he was screaming any fragments of God’s truth he could muster from the moldy recesses of his memory bank.

It seemed to work! Even in the darkness, he could tell they had fled, but not too far away.

As he lay there, Howard began to review his life. “I came to the conclusion I led a crummy life and I had gone down the sewer pipe of the universe. I had gone into the septic tank with other human garbage. I was being processed by the garbage people into garbage like them.”

“Whatever life was supposed to be about, I missed it,” he thought. “What I received was what I deserved and the people who attacked me were people like me. They were my kindred spirits. Now I will be stuck with them forever.” Feelings of self-loathing and hopelessness filled his mind.

His thoughts floated back again to himself as a nine-year-old in Sunday School, “I remembered myself singing “Jesus Loves Me,” and I could feel it inside me. As a child, I thought Jesus was really cool and he was my buddy and he would take care of me.”

“But even if Jesus is real, why would he care about me? he thought. “He probably hates my guts. I’m not going to think anymore; I’m going to ask him.”

“I’ve got nothing else to lose. I’ll give Jesus a try.”

A cry for help

Then he yelled into the darkness, “Jesus, please save me!”

Within an instant, a brilliant light appeared that came closer and closer. He found himself bathed in a beautiful light, and for the first time he could clearly see his own body’s miserable condition, ghastly for his own eyes to behold. “I was almost all gore.”

Immediately he recognized Jesus, the King

of Kings, the Rescuer, the Deliverer. “His arms reached down and touched me and everything healed up and came back together,” he recalls. “He filled me with a love I never knew existed.”

Then he picked up Howard, like one football player picking up a fallen teammate on the field, put his arms around him, and Howard cried like a baby in His arms. “He carried me out of there and we headed to where God lives.”

In his mind, Howard began to think that Jesus made a terrible mistake. “I’m garbage and I don’t belong in heaven,” he thought.

They stopped moving, and both Howard and Jesus were hanging in space, somewhere between heaven and hell. “We don’t make mistakes,” Jesus said tenderly.

“He could read everything in my mind and put His voice into my head,” Howard recalls. “We had very rapid, instantaneous conversations.”

Then Jesus told Howard He had angels who would show him his life. “It was a terrible experience because my life deteriorated after adolescence. I saw I became a selfish, unloving person. I was successful, a full tenured art professor at 27, the department head, but I was a jerk.”

In this replay, he saw his heavy drinking and adultery. “I cheated on my wife proudly. It was horrible.”

For the first time he realized the way he lived his life hurt Jesus. “I was in the arms of the most wonderful, holy, loving, kind person and we’re looking at this stuff. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

As they watched together, Howard could see the pain and disappointment on the face of Jesus. “When I did these things it was like sticking a knife into his heart.”

“Do you have any questions?” Jesus asked.

“I have a million questions,” Howard replied, and proceeded to unburden himself of anything and everything he could imagine asking an omniscient being. Jesus answered Howard’s questions kindly and patiently.

When Howard couldn’t think of anything else to ask, he said, “I’m ready to go to heaven now.”

“You’re not going to heaven. You’re going back to the world,” Jesus replied.

Howard began to argue, but it was to no avail. Jesus told him to go back and live his life differently.

Going back

At 9:00 p.m., Howard was back in his hospital room in Paris. Less than 30 minutes had elapsed since he lost consciousness.

As Howard opened his eyes, he heard the nurse say, “The doctor arrived at the hospital and you’re going to have the surgery.”

As they wheeled him out of his room on a gurney, he saw his wife in the hallway. “Everything is going to be really good now,” he said to her. When she heard him, she cried, thinking they were brave words.

When Howard emerged from surgery, with the effects of the anesthesia wearing off, he spoke to his wife. “It’s all love,” he told her. “You don’t have to suffer anymore.”

“You need to sleep,” she replied, thinking he was slightly addled from the drugs. Then he awakened again and began to tell her about Jesus and the angels and heaven and hell.

“She was an atheist and she didn’t like it. She thought I lost my mind.” Sadly, Howard’s marriage ended in divorce after she left him many years later.

When his strength returned, Howard began to devour the Bible. “Since none of my atheist friends believed me, I started memorizing verses and I would give them Bible lectures, but that didn’t go over very well,” he recalls.

He grew “desperate” for fellowship in a church, and began to attend Christ Church in Fort Thomas, Kentucky, part of United Church of Christ. Howard’s pastor worked with him patiently, and after three years, Howard was ordained as a lay minister in his church.

Sensing a deeper call into ministry, he attended United Theological Seminary in Dayton, Ohio and later pastored a church in Covington, Ohio.

He also wrote a book about his experience, “My Descent Into Death,” which he says was written primarily to non-believers.
Howard and his second wife, Marcia, a strong Christian, are both involved in missionary work in Belize. He maintains a passion for painting, with much of his art devoted to spiritual themes.

Testimony from God Reports web-site

Husband Celebrates Miracle: ‘Brain Dead’ Wife Wakes Up in Hospital


Husband Celebrates Miracle: ‘Brain Dead’ Wife Wakes Up in Hospital

DARWIN, Australia — A woman who was diagnosed as being brain dead has recovered three days after her husband begged doctors to put in a breathing tube before switching off a ventilator at an Australian hospital, the Northern Territory News reported Wednesday.

Gloria Cruz, 56, underwent brain surgery after a tumor was discovered when she suffered a stroke on March 7 and was rushed to the Royal Darwin Hospital in Darwin, Northern Territory.

Doctors told her husband Tani Cruz, 51, the case was “hopeless” and she would probably die within 48 hours following the surgery.

After two weeks, a breathing tube was inserted in Mrs Cruz’s mouth and the ventilator was turned off. Hospital staff were stunned when she woke from her coma three days later.

When a doctor recommended that the ventilator be removed and Gloria Cruz be allowed to die, her husband told them, “I’m a Catholic — I believe in miracles.”

“I told him that God knows how much I love her — that I don’t want her to suffer but I don’t want her to leave us,” he said.

A doctor described her recovery as “a miracle.”

Mrs Cruz is now alert and getting around in a wheelchair at the hospital.

“She’s well on the way to recovery,” her husband said.

Woman Brain Dead 17 hrs Awakens: Dr’s classify as a miracle!


Woman Brain Dead 17 hrs Awakens: Dr’s classify as a miracle!

A West Virginia woman is at the Cleveland Clinic after walking the line between life and death.
Doctors are calling Val Thomas a medical miracle. They said they can’t explain how she is alive.
They said Thomas suffered two heart attacks and had no brain waves for more than 17 hours. At about 1:30 a.m. Saturday, her heart stopped and she had no pulse. A respiratory machine kept her breathing and rigor mortis had set in, doctors said.
“Her skin had already started to harden and her fingers curled. Death had set in,” said son Jim Thomas.
They rushed her to a West Virginia hospital. Doctors put Thomas on a special machine which induces hypothermia. The treatment involves lowering the body temperature for up to 24 hours before warming a patient up.
After that procedure, her heart stopped again.
“She had no neurological function,” said Dr. Kevin Eggleston.
Her family said goodbye and doctors removed all the tubes.
However, Thomas was kept on a ventilator a little while longer as an organ donor issue was discussed.
Ten minutes later the woman woke up and started talking.
“She (nurse) said, ‘I’m so sorry Mrs. Thomas.’ And mom said, ‘That’s OK honey. That’s OK,” Jim Thomas said.
Val Thomas and her family strongly believe that the Lord granted them their miracle and they want everyone to know.
“I know God has something in store for me, another purpose. I don’t know what it is but I’m sure he’ll tell me,” she said.

She was taken to the Cleveland Clinic for specialist to check her out. Doctors said amazingly she has no blockage and will be fine.

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