The Miracle Girl (Part 2)

It was mid-October 2022 and I was still rejoicing over what God had wrought with the miracle girl earlier that month. She had fully recovered, but was still in the female ward, waiting for her parents to pay the admission bills (they had discharged her on account of financial constraints). It had been a rough half-month administratively, so I had only just succeeded in printing out the final call roster for the month. I was distributing it to the wards when, as I stepped out of her ward, the Holy Ghost seemed to nudge me on the inside and ask "she's here in your missionary hospital, won't you tell her about Jesus?"

I'd known all the while that she was a Muslim, but the consciousness of her need for Jesus only hit me at that point. You see, it's one thing to know that EVERY unsaved man/woman needs Jesus, it's another to be conscious of the fact that the unsaved person standing before or sitting beside you needs to hear about Jesus from your lips. With that consciousness, I went back into the ward, sat at her bedside and began to converse with her about Jesus. It was a bit awkward, not just because of her absolutely non-Christian, largely unchurched background, but also because of the environment and a little bit of a language barrier. Yet, within a few minutes of sharing the story of Jesus as well as I could, I asked her if she was ready to receive Jesus as her Lord & Saviour. And guess what? She said yes!

I wasted no time in leading her to Christ and praying for her, asking for her to be given two gifts (healing and the Holy Ghost baptism). I was going to leave after that, but the Holy Ghost wouldn't let me go. I knew what I had to do. I told her she could receive the Holy Spirit right there and then. She was initially reluctant, which I later discovered was simply because she had been exposed to some instances of people from a certain church denomination behaving weirdly and jerking violently whenever the Holy Ghost supposedly came upon them. I assured her the Holy Ghost would not embarrass her, but that He would give her the ability to speak in a new and unknown language, and encouraged her to go ahead & speak it when that utterance came. Having secured her consent, I laid hands on her, called for her to be filled with the Holy Spirit in Jesus' name, and she was! Right there on the ward, she began to speak softly in other tongues, a steady flow of rivers of living waters. So, the miracle girl was set up to start working miracles! Glory to God!

I laid hands on her the second time, speaking healing into her body. Then I shared with her briefly the need to continue praying in tongues, to start meditating on God's Word and, of course, to join a bible-believing church near her (she identified one). How do you think I left the ward that day? Walking on cloud nine of course! Rejoicing at what God had done, but more so because my name is written in heaven and a new name had been added to the book through me!

The Miracle Girl (Part 1)

In the year 2019, there was a young lady admitted to my hospital - the Seventh Day Adventist Hospital, Ile-Ife, Nigeria. She had diabetic ketoacidosis precipitated by an infection in her thigh. It was indeed a very bad case. We did everything that could be done for her in the context of our hospital and geographical location. She got better initially and then began to decline. I remember being moved with compassion, laying hands on her and praying over her, ministering healing to her. However, she eventually gave up the ghost after some days.

Fast-forward to the year 2022; enter another young lady, incidentally light-skinned like the first, with the same complication of diabetes, but precipitated by a different infection this time. My first encounter with her was on a consultant round on a Friday morning. She also got better initially, then started deteriorating by evening. I was the senior registrar on call that night. Having implented one or two new measures based on the change in her condition, she improved.

I stepped away for a brief online meeting and ministration, but my junior colleague was in the emergency room and I was physically available as needed and kept checking on her intermittently. However, after my 30-minute session of ministration in the meeting where I and others were charged & stirred afresh to destroy the works of the devil wherever found; I noticed she had started deteriorating again. It began to look like she wouldn't last the night, despite all that was being done. I went to her side and laid my hands on her (mainly her head), rebuked the spirit of death by commanding it to lose its hold on her; spoke life and healing to her in the name of Jesus. It took no more than 3 minutes.

After that, I had one inspired medical thought, which I acted on and found to be quite accurate. Whether it would be enough to keep her alive, I wasn't sure, but it was something, you know?

Anyway, over the next few hours, she made significant improvement. Thereafter, she kept improving consistently, so much so that by Monday morning, my consultant reportedly said of her, "it's a miracle she's alive". Whether he meant it in the most literal terms, I do not know; but for me, it was thoroughly literal, so I began to call her "miracle girl".

I believe that one major reason the miracle girl is alive today, apart from the gallant efforts of all her doctors and nurses, is that someone dared to take a stand. Dare to take a stand, destroy the works of the devil wherever they are found!

There's more about this miracle girl and it will be shared, if the Lord doesn't return before then. Shalom!

A Tale of Two Seers

John G. Lake was known for healings and miracles. But that's not what today's report is about. Beyond power, there was a certain working of God's Spirit in him for discernment that was so sharp that he saw details about the continent of Africa and the nation of South Africa in the Spirit before he ever set foot there; so much so that men wondered at his depth of knowledge. However, that's not what today's report is about.

Mrs Jennie Lake, in her husband's words, was more gifted with discernment than he was. The example he gave was this: when ministering to the sick in his office on a daily basis, he would have them line up and he would lay hands on them one after the other as they passed by him. Some got healed instantly, some had partial healing and yet others got nothing at all. He would send those who didn't get healed to another room, and this was where Jennie Lake would come in.

She would go to the first person and tell him, "you cheated one Mr John of 20 pounds 12 years ago, God wants you to go and make restitution". She would go to the next person and tell her, "you're committing fornication with your husband's friend, God wants you to repent of that, confess your sins and turn your life over to him". She'd go to the third and say, "you have refused to believe, you think it's all a facade".

On and on she would go down the line; telling each one specific details of why they were not healed the first time, revealing the very secrets of their hearts that were previously unknown to any man. There were those who shrank away from that light, refused to repent or realign or believe. They went away bearing the infirmities with which they came. There were others who seemed to repent, but not genuinely so. Many others - several of them in tears - repented, realigned and responded in faith and obedience; and they did get healed.

She was a housewife and a pastor's wife; but more importantly, she was a woman who gave herself to the Lord and to the people. She prayed, she also cooked for the sick who came to her front lawn every morning. Perhaps, before you go, you might be interested in reading about an incident that happened when she and her husband were on their way to South Africa, having to believe God for funds for every step of the journey.

Her husband had taken their clothes to the drycleaner and forgotten about them. She reminded him about it the night before their departure on the second leg of the journey. She allowed him to be momentarily alarmed, only to tell him she had taken care of things. No money, but she prayed to the Lord and then went to the drycleaner to ask what the bill was. "A dollar and a half", came the reply. She stepped out of the shop, and on the street, a man came to her, saying "I feel like I'm supposed to give you $1.50".

Her husband was a seer by the Spirit. She was a seer by the Spirit, a seer with the eyes of faith, and a seer of the needs of men, never shied away from them. You, the new (Kainos) creation in Christ, can be a seer too, by the same Holy Spirit, the same faith, the same compassion.

Light dawns!

We see!

3 Knees, 1 Shoulder & a Video Call (Part 1)

Thursday, August 10, 2022. It was a fine evening and I was preparing to go out. My phone rang, it was my mum. She said she wanted to do a video call to consult me about some pain in the left shoulder of her foster son. I had been learning and experiencing so much about divine healing in the preceding months (accelerated in the preceding weeks), that the only thought that came to my mind was "minister healing to him!"

Up till this time, I had not experienced any healing via video call (or any kind of call for that matter), but I just knew I was not going to pass up the opportunity by prescribing the expected drugs - unless, of course, for some reason, the healing didn't happen.

It wasn't a very long call. At my mum's prompting, he identified the exact location and duration of the pain (it had been there for three days). I told him he could have the pain gone immediately without any drugs and that, if necessary, I would prescribe drugs for him.

Having reached an understanding, at my prompting, he put his right hand there and I said, "in the name of Jesus, pain be gone now". At least that was the gist of the things I remember saying. I then told him to lift his hands and say, "thank You Jesus, no more pain!"

"Now, check it, see if you can move it without pain", I prompted him. Two or three times, he did this. Two or three times, I spoke those words over his shoulder. Each time, the pain reduced compared to before. Poor reception stopped us from continuing the video call; but I put a voice call through to my mum and told her that she should let me know if he woke up with the pain the next morning; so I could text her a prescription. Afterall, it was me putting my faith in God's Word to work. They didn't reach out to me for that. No need to stretch/stress him because of my exercise of faith, you know?

The next morning, I heard nothing (I didn't call too). Two more days passed and my wife and I decided to pay my parents a Sunday afternoon visit (they live about an hour away). When I saw the boy, what do you think the first thing I asked him was? You guessed right! "How's your shoulder?" His testimony was that he woke up completely pain-free the very next morning after the video call. Halleluyah to Jesus!

That really boosted my faith for the next two healing miracles. I'll tell you about them in part 2 (and 3 if necessary). It appears these testimonies can get really long when put in writing.

I have written this report that you, the new (kainos) creation in Christ, may be reminded of the possibilities and realities that are presently yours; and that, remembering, you may be stirred to walk in them.

A Miracle in the Labour Ward

For most Nigerian women, they would rather have a vaginal delivery than a Caesarean section. Such was the case with one Mrs F. A. (name witheld because of my Hippocratic oath), who I met in the labour ward at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife in the year 2012 (I was in my fifth year of medical school then).

She had been in labour for some hours, and I was, by divine providence and by the roster, on call that night. However, at some point in the middle of the night, it was decided by the obstetrician in charge of her case that she would need a Caesarean section because the position of the baby's head was wrong (persistent occipitoposterior position, in medical terms). At that point, my colleagues and I went to sleep, some on chairs and others on benches; hoping to be alerted when the time came for surgical action.

Some hours later, we were roused from our slumber, only to discover that she was still there because some needed logistics were not yet in place. It was almost 6am and I needed to go back home to freshen up in preparation for the day's work, but before leaving, I sat beside her with a wall clock, placed my hand on her tummy (as though monitoring & timing her contractions) and began to pray softly in unknown tongues.

After about 10 minutes (the usual length of time for monitoring contractions), I stood up and told her, "when the nurse comes to move you to the theatre, don't say that you're declining the surgery, but request that she examine you one more time". I didn't want to put myself in any trouble, you know? I just wanted to believe God on her behalf for a miracle, not create a departmental incident!

When I returned a few minutes to 8am for our usual morning review, I was told some news that I can never forget: she had delivered vaginally, a healthy baby! I got the details when I went to rejoice with her: as she was about to be moved to the theatre, she had requested that the nurse check her again, and the expected miracle was discovered, the baby had turned. This was her testimony, translated from the Yoruba language which she spoke, "your God answers prayers". I really couldn't agree more.

I have written these things that you, the new (kainos) creation, may be reminded of the reality of the supernatural today; and that remembering, you may walk in it. So walk in it!