Smith Wigglesworth Testimony: Dying man healed

There was an Episcopal minister by the name of Lazarus in the country of Wales. He was bedridden for several years, near death suffering from tuberculosis. Wigglesworth was asked to visit him to pray for healing.

Upon arriving he describes the scene as; “he was nothing but a massive bones with skin stretched over them. There was no life to be seen. Everything in him spoke of decay.”

Wigglesworth said that the man did not believe God wanted to heal him and that there was not an atom of faith there in that man and that the man had made his mind up not to have anything, so he left the man.

But God had promised Wigglsworth he would heal the man, so the next morning he gathered 7 other believers in the town to go back and pray. This is what Wigglsworth wrote:

“I will never forget how the power of God fell on us as we went into that sick man’s room. Oh, it was lovely! As we made a circle around the bed, I got one brother to hold the sick mans hand on one side, and I held the other, and we each held the hand of the person next to us.

I then said;

“We are not going to pray; we are just going to use the name of Jesus.” We all kneltdown and whispered that one word, “Jesus!, Jesus!, Jesus!”

The power of God fell, then it lifted. Five times the power of God fell, and then it remained. But the man in the bed was unmoved.

Two years previously, someone had come along and had tried to raise him up, and the devil had used his lack of success as a means of discouraging Lazarus. I said “I don’t care what the devil says, if God says He will raise you up it must be so. Forget everything else except what God says about Jesus.”

A sixth time the power fell, and the sick man’s lips began moving, and the tears began to fall. I said to him, “the power of God is here; it is yours to accept it.” He said, “I have been bitter in my heart, and I know I have grieved the Spirit of God. Here I am, helpless. I cannot lift my hands or even lift a spoon to my mouth.” I said, “repent, and God will hear you.” He repented and cried out, “Oh God, let this be to your Glory.”As he said this, the power of the Lord went right through him.

I have asked the Lord to let me never tell the story except the way it happened, for I realize that God can never bless exaggerations.

As we again said “Jesus!, Jesus!, Jesus!” the bed shook and the man shook. I said to the people who were with me, “you can all go downstairs now. This is all God. I’m not going to assist him.” I sat and watched the man get up and dress himself and we sang the doxology as he walked down the steps.

I said to him “now tell what has happened.” It was soon told everywhere that Lazarus had been raised up.

The people came from Llanelli and all the district around to see him and to hear his testimony. God brought salvation to many. Right out in the open air this man told what God had done, and as a result, many were convicted and converted. All this occurred through the name of Jesus, “through faith in his name” (Acts 3:16). Yes, the faith that is by Him gave this sick man perfect soundness in the presence of them all. Amen & Glory to His name!