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!