That I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings. Philippians 3:10
One day I saw a woman with tumors. In the condition she was in, she could not live out that day. I said, “do you want to live?”
She could not speak, but she was able to move her finger. In the name of Jesus, I anointed her with oil. Mr. Fisher, who was with me, said “she’s gone!”
It had been a little blind girl who had led me to this dying mother’s bedside. Compassion broke my heart for that child. I had said to the mother, “lift your finger.” Carrying the mother across the room, I put her against the wardrobe. I held her there, I said “in the name of Jesus, death, come out.”
Like a falling tree, leaf after leaf, her body began moving. Upright instead of lifeless, her feet touched the floor. “In then name of Jesus walk,” I said. She did, back to her bed.
I told the story in the service. It was a doctor there who said “I’ll prove that.” He saw her and confirmed that the story was true. She told the doctor: “it is all true. I was in heaven and I saw countless numbers all like Jesus. He pointed, and I knew I had to go. Then I heard a voice saying, “Walk in the name of Jesus.”
There is power in his resurrection. There is a “righteousness which is from God by faith” Philippians 3:9. Are we able to comprehend it? Can we have it? It is his love. It is his life in us. It is his compassion.
We are on probation to slay the enemy and destroy the kingdom of darkness, to move among satanic forces and subdue them in the name of Jesus