| I don't swear. I did do something equally disturbing, though. I used to say constantly, So and So "is getting on my nerves." Guess what eventually happened? I developed a neurological problem so severe that the specialists couldn't fix it, couldn't even explain it. If I had thought certain people had been, "getting on my nerves", the nerve pain was far worse than anything those people could ever had done to me. It paralyzed me with pain; I had to stop working probably because of it, AND it nearly killed me. "Something", (I call that "Something" God) told me within myself, "You stop saying that people are getting on your nerves." I had this silly internal argument. "But, I don't say that", I protested. The "Something" kept insisting that I said it constantly. Finally, I relayed this internal conversation to a friend, and reluctantly, he told me, "Neet, you DO say that ALL of the time." I was astonished. I had not realized.... I also would say, "I am itching to do this..." or "I am itching to do that." Guess what? Now, I AM itching, literally, and nobody can tell me why. Doctors -- once again -- are at a loss to explain the phenomenon. I am not, though. I know I need to watch my words, watch my words, watch my words. There is a mini-book written by a BRILLIANT Biblical scholar named Charles Capps. When I say, "Biblical scholar", I do not use the term loosely. Sir Isaac Newton -- one of the greatest Biblical scholars -- is a worthy peer to Capps, and vice-versa. How many scholars were as knowledgeable about the Bible as Newton, whom at times, would forget to eat and nearly not sleep, lost in his study of the Bible? Charles Capps is in that same category. Capps is so remarkably gifted, you cannot help but to learn spiritual concepts and doctrines you never knew existed. Do you REALLY want to know and possess the secret of "Ultimate Power"? Capps has written a book, a bestseller entitled, "The Tongue: A Creative Force." Read this book, and not only will it change your life, you will be careful of every word that comes out of your mouth. Even though Capps graphically lays it out in third-grade simplicity, I re-read this book as often as I can to refresh its contents in my mind; it is so jam-packed with gems of information. If you are not into reading, you can order the tape for about $8.00. The order information is at the bottom of this web page. I cannot do "The Tongue: A Creative Force" any semblance of justice, but I can put into my own words one of the Biblical concepts the book discusses. Your best option is to buy the book, or the tape. In Genesis, God performed the Creation by SPEAKING -- that's how He got the job done. Science has now confirmed through quantum physics that particles, identified as sound waves, are housed in what we thought was the smallest item -- the atom. The Bible had already provided this information when, in Hebrews 11:3, it states:
the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear." You can't see atoms with the naked eye, and you certainly cannot see the sound waves within the atoms with the naked eye, but sound certainly did cause the creation of the Universe. God said, "Light be." And so forth. Sir Isaac Newton -- the Father of Modern Science, who wrote the "Principia", the greatest science book to date -- agreed wholehearted with "Intelligent Design" or "Intelligent Creation". (Albert Einstein honoured Newton by having his portrait hanging above his desk.) One of several of Newton's quotes on the subject of Creation is as follows:
[The Universe] could only proceed from the dominion of an intelligent and powerful Being." Now consider this -- When Newton did not know the cause of a thing, he SAID that he did not know the cause, as was the case with gravity.
Isaac Newton ``Gravity must be caused by an agent acting constantly according to certain laws, but whether this agent be material or immaterial is a question I have left to ye consideration of my readers.''
but it cannot explain who set the planets in motion. God governs all things and knows all that is or can be done." Isaac Newton He said he could calculate its effects in relationship to the earth, moon, heavenly bodies, etc., but he did not know gravity's cause, (except for the obvious Creator, God.) The quote above indicates he knew what caused the creation of the Universe -- "...the dominion of an Intelligent and powerful Being". What I am leading up to is
In Genesis, just as our greatest scientist Newton states, God spoke Creation into being; furthermore, the Bible never indicated that God did anything unless He first SPOKE it. The first chapter of the Gospel of John states that Jesus, the Anointed One (Christ/Christos) is and was "the Word". Likewise, Jesus' modus operandi was "to DO" ONLY what his Father TOLD him to do, and SPEAK ONLY what his Father told him to SPEAK:
but as my Father hath taught me, I speak these things." "...for I always do those things that please him." [the Father] John 8:28,29 (Don't lose sight of the prize; we're talking about WORDS, what we SAY, and how we SPEAK.) Jesus was also described as the "word made flesh" (John 1:14). Following these Biblical truths, God must have used Jesus to perform the Creation (God SPOKE the WORD and then He SAW what He SAID). This is confirmed by the following:
[the Word, Jesus]; and without him was not any thing made that was made." (John 1:3)
created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible..." (Colossians 1:16)
unto us by his Son, whom he hath appointed heir of all things, by whom also he made the worlds;" (Hebrews 1:1-2) "Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear." (Hebrews 11:3) All this talk about "the Word", words, speaking, and so forth. Yet, the surface hasn't even been scratched. I have a friend who would always say to me, "You're killing me." Now, everyone knows he really meant -- "you're funny", or "you're too much" -- something along that line. I didn't like it. I told him to stop saying that I was killing him. I tried to explain to him that his words were dangerous, and I didn't want to be a part of his confession of death. He would not stop. Reluctantly, I set aside time to work on a project. I searched the Bible for three words: "tongue", "mouth", and "word". I initially included the word "speak", but I had my hands full with the former three words. The project took days to complete. When I sorted through the verses, I printed a copy of many pages and gave them to him. He was shocked. He said to me, "Talking can really do ALL of this?" "Yes, " I said, "Now, will you please leave me OUT of your death wish?" Finally, he agreed, as well as beginning to watch what he said. A short aside -- this man was in his twenties when he learned that he was plaqued with prostate growths which doctors (at first) refused to investigate because they said he was too young for them to bother with the tests. But he (we will call him "Sam" to respect his privacy) knew something was wrong and kept pushing for the tests. Finally the doctors relented and ran the tests. "Look at this!" to the doctors' amazement, "Sam" had growths in the beginning stages of cancer. Now "Sam" has to have the same prostate check-ups that a man in his forties or older should have. Again, doctors don't understand it. They say a man of twenty-six should not have growths like that. But "Sam" was using that expression, "You're killing me," not just with me, but in general. Expressions like: "That blew my mind", when said enough WILL blow your mind. "I laughed until I died." Okay, but don't be surprised when it happens. "I'm screwed." or worse, "F--- you". One of the first things that comes to my mind is rape. No thank you. The fact that Jesus is called the "Word", the fact that Genesis starts off with God SPEAKING Creation into existence in a ten-time succession and then seeing what He saw (Genesis Chapter 1) -- these two things alone should prove to anyone that WORDS and SPEAKING are very important to God. But don't take my word for it. Do your own search of the words, "tongue, mouth, word, and speak" in the Bible. Get ready to do some real work. More than that, be prepared to sober up, because what you will read will sober you up. Don't do your investigation with a paper Bible -- no, no, no. Go online to the Bible and do a comprehensive search. I won't do your homework for you, but I will give you two freebies, one from King Solomon, and one from Jesus:
of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof." (Proverb 18.21) "For by thy words thou shall be justified, and by thy words thou shall be condemned." (Matthew 13:37) Charles Capps states on the first page of "The Tongue: A Creative Force": "Words are the most powerful thing in the universe." What IS "Ultimate Power"? Being able to SPEAK to mountains (mountainous situations in your life) and seeing them removed; wouldn't you want power like that? There is a six-step process discussed in my essay in "ObamAmerica Generation" entitled, "Ordinary People Can Do Extraordinary Things". Jesus revealed the process; it is a spiritual law and it cannot fail. Charles Capps broke it down for many of us, and I have NEVER been the same since. For now, though, understand that "Ultimate Power" IS God's Word, the "...it is written" Word as Jesus used it in Matthew Chapter Four, coming out of your MOUTH, correctly, constantly, with the same faith as the "mustard seed" (read "Ordinary People Can Do Extraordinary Things"), until you SEE what you SAY. There is no room for the "I, I, I, I" factor. It means being a SERVANT, instead of the served; it means engaging in partnership and working as a unified body; it means being a "DO-er" as well as a "SAY-er"; it means in the face of seemingly impossible odds/situations, keeping your eyes on the answer and not the problem; and in the midst of it all, it means NEVER giving up -- this is what Jesus did. It is exactly what he did. I go into all of this in other areas of "ObamAmerica Generation", but Charles Capps is the Master -- I got the elaboration from him. Keep your mouths aligned with "God-words", the "it is written" promises -- NEVER giving up, giving out, or giving in. Doing that will guarantee the Obama America Generation you want to be a success, AND you will see your personal lives change for the better as you grow. Senator Obama did it in Oakland when he said, "I WILL be your President." I laughed and thought, "Oooh yeah -- he's SPOKEN his own destiny, and he needs to keep on SPEAKING it every opportunity he gets; Listen, Obama, say it in the mirror, say it in the shower, say it aloud, say it to the flowers and the trees, say it to the rocks, say it in your sleep, awaken Michelle, and say it her, even when no one can hear, say it to the sky, say it, say it, say it -- because those words carry POWER." God did it with Abram, didn't He? He changed a childless, ninety-nine year-old man's name to "Abraham" so that every time he heard his name, he would be reminded that he was already "Father of many nations." Hmmm. Maybe what all of us should be doing is referring to Obama as "President-elect Obama". Sounds good, doesn't it? If God can do it, why can't we? I would rather emulate God than emulate Satan anyway. Then, if someone questions it, one may say, "I'm just behaving like my Daddy." The book, "ObamAmerica Generation" does have a list of reference scriptures, but you can also obtain many of those scriptures from Charles Capps' book. Below is the information on Capps I promised: |
- 'twas God's Wisdom to have such a sweet spirit
separated from mine in walled earthly time
simplicity canst bridge all breaches seas cause
to merge thine spirit to mine
- Newton
Oh, Man
Oh, Sir
Of matter
Of motions
Of focus
Of fluxions
Of principles
Of purity
Of reasonings
Of laws
Of stars
Of sight
Of light
Of God.
What to do with you?
In which dimensions of the universe does God fix you?
To define you as "awesome" is to define
"Quarry" as "one smooth pebble".
To define you as "genius" is to define
"Beach" by "one grain of sand".
Therein lies the gravity of the matter.
What was the cause of you...
Sir?
Why aren't you building walls
Instead of bridges
After your time?
Never again
Ever again
To see such an heav'nly body
To see such a lovely star
To look up into the sky
At the sun
The planets
The moons
The comets,
Without you in me.
Never again
To see rainfall
Clouds
The oceans' ebb and flow
Ever again
Without your crystal soul
Without you in me.
Never again
To run or stand still
Throw a ball
Jump, skip or fall
Feel the beating heart
Ever again
You are always playing a part
In me.
Never again
To go from 0 to 120 in 7 secs
Be moved by the wind's force
Watch a NASA space launch
Computers
View via satellite TV
Look through a telescope
And not wonder, "What did YOU see?"
Ever again
Without you in me.
Dimensionless One
Man of many dreams
Man in my dreams
Purple, brown
Yellow, green
Pink, red
Orange, blue
White, black
Can't colour you
Colour or lack
'Tis an optickal illusion, 'tis nothing
Without you in me.
Never again
To see the nature of things
Without the magick that springs
From within them
Ever again
Without you in me.
Never to read the Bible again
John, Daniel, Ezekiel, Ezra, Moses,
Genesis...
Or the rest of them
Without bringing you in
No,
Not ever again
Without you in me.
A long time ago
I wrote a wishful ode
In part it told:
"... If I could make the sea a man
I'd never let him go
I'd swim in his blue-greyness
I'd sail into his soul
I'd cast into his deepest parts
And fish for what's inside
I'd rest on his soft, peaceful sands
I'd share his strength with pride...."
No man's spirit
Is meant to rival the sea's
Cold suspensions -- awaiting --
Your ellipsoid me.
- 'Twas God's Wisdom to have a sweet spirit
separated from mine in weighted earthly time
God hath bridged all breaches seas cause
To mesh thine spirit to mine.
Giant star o' mine
Where in the vast universe does God fix you!
What says His Word -- ALL is yours
No impossibilities -- your reward
Standing on gigantic shoulders true
As all Truthseekers do
Universe's vast sea before us
Finely-tuned, perfectly ordered -- beautiful
The Master Creator's Work of Art
The heavens and re-quantified time
Outside of time -- true
Absolutely divine
Like my Isaac you.
Never to be bound by
Limits of space, dimension or time
The re-emergence of two
Pre-existing minds
Bridging -- for every reaction there IS a reaction
Spanning every wall of time defined
Spirits interactions
Past the understanding of mankind
Glowing genius touching simplicity -- you know what to do
Shining smile touching uncertainty-- I'm seeing up to you
sparkling spirit touching spirit -- you feel me, too
Focussed, fiery face... -- such a lovely view
Touching the face of our Lord -- He's all dreams come true
Touching the very face of God -- He keeps filling full.
No hypotheses necessary.
Truth and Love abound.
The Cause of the matter
Of Beauty
Of Simplicity
Of Design
Of Spirit
Of Faith
Of Love
Of God
So Newton
You are ALL
Forever
In me.
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-- Sir Isaac Newton
not enough bridges."
-- Sir Isaac Newton
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- Publisher's Note
- Ultimate Power
- Words That Sting, Bite, and Come
Back to Haunt You -- President
Clinton on "Experience".
- Turn the Lights On
- A Claim on Selma, Alabama?
- "Newton (A Poem)
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Word Power
Charles Capps is a retired farmer, land developer, and ordained minister who travels
throughout the United States, sharing the truths of God's Word. He has taught Bible
seminars for thirty years, sharing how Christians can apply the Word to the
circumstances of life and live victoriously.
Besides authoring several books, including the best-selling The Tongue, a Creative Force,
and the mini-book God's Creative Power, which sold over 3 million copies, Charles Capps
Ministries has a national radio broadcast and a weekly television broadcast aired over
several networks called "Concepts of Faith". Click here
(http://www.charlescappsministries.org) to see if either broadcast airs in your area.
For a free brochure listing *books, tapes, videos, CD's and DVD's by Charles Capps, or to
receive the "Concepts of Faith" newsletter simply call 1-877-396-9400 or write:
Charles Capps
Box 69
England, AR 72046
(501) 842-2576
throughout the United States, sharing the truths of God's Word. He has taught Bible
seminars for thirty years, sharing how Christians can apply the Word to the
circumstances of life and live victoriously.
Besides authoring several books, including the best-selling The Tongue, a Creative Force,
and the mini-book God's Creative Power, which sold over 3 million copies, Charles Capps
Ministries has a national radio broadcast and a weekly television broadcast aired over
several networks called "Concepts of Faith". Click here
(http://www.charlescappsministries.org) to see if either broadcast airs in your area.
For a free brochure listing *books, tapes, videos, CD's and DVD's by Charles Capps, or to
receive the "Concepts of Faith" newsletter simply call 1-877-396-9400 or write:
Charles Capps
Box 69
England, AR 72046
(501) 842-2576
- "Mother (Hope/Action/Change)"
An essay from the book, “ObamAmerica Generation, USA”)
Seemingly Insurmountable Problems
You may be asking, “If this book is about Senator Obama, why are you writing about your mother?” It all ties together. I am
also writing about what he speaks of -- the “vehicle” for “your hopes” and “your dreams.”
When my mother was alive, I became LAZY. Whatever the problem, I only needed to pick up the phone and telephone Mom.
“I’ll pray,” she would say, and the problems were always resolved.
Where sickness was concerned, her prayers were answered IMMEDIATELY. If I didn’t feel well -- whatever it was -- and I
let her know, she would pray and I was healed. Sometimes I didn’t have to let her know I wasn‘t well, but I will get into that
a little later. I did notice that whenever I second-guessed (DOUBTED) her prayers and followed-up my doubts by going to
the doctor, the sickness would return. However, if my doctor’s visit was to PROVE the healing, the sickness would NOT
return. (Re-read my writings, “Ultimate Power” and “Ordinary People Can Do Extraordinary Things” for more information.)
Another interesting thing -- my mother would pick up on another person’s sickness. You might immediately think of
empathetic qualities -- no; she only experienced symptoms of sickness and disease, but not thoughts, feelings or emotions,
at least not always.
Mom would describe certain symptoms that would come upon her body and then say, “But, it isn’t me; this is someone else’s
ailment and the Lord wants me to pray so they will be healed.” More than several times -- hesitantly, and very shamefully --
I confessed, “Mom, those are MY symptom, EXACTLY.” My mother would scold me, saying, “Girl, why would you allow Satan
to place such a stronghold of disease on you! You know better!
I’m praying right now so I can be rid of this, and so the Lord can deliver you!”
It ALWAYS worked, but I would feel so ashamed.
Why was I ashamed? Because for many years I had been exposed to the miracles of God. In my teens, for just one example,
before my mother became so anointed in healing, I would encounter stomach flu every year. Pastor Neil Glasse was
someone whose church I attended every now and then, but we weren’t close at all. While in college, I got the flu, left my
apartment to be comforted by my older sister. No one knew I had the flu until that night when I arrived at her home. She did
not phone Brother Glasse, so he did not know either. But, early the next morning, 4:45 a.m., she awakened me, bringing a
radio into the room and said, “Neet, Brother Glasse’s radio program is about to come on. Do you feel like listening to it?”
Even though I very clearly told her, “No,” she still plugged the radio in and I had to listen to Brother Glasse preach. “Oh,
Brother,” I thought. “I feel horribly. Must I be exposed to this, too?” But at the end of the program, he started talking about
someone listening to him that was very ill, and started describing MY symptoms! I really had not been listening very well up
until that point, but now, he had my attention. After he described the symptoms, he said that once he prayed for the person
the Lord would make sure Satan never attacked them with this disease again.
I won’t give my age away; suffice to say it has been decades since that day, and I have NEVER had stomach flu again, rarely
get flu, maybe once in the last thirty years, and even that might have been salmonella -- I am not sure. This is one example
out of many. God does what no one or nothing else can do.
I hope that example, which is one of many, serves to show why I should have been ashamed. Not many lay people have
been exposed to as much extraordinary healing as I have.
The laziness I mentioned earlier? I remained like that, LAZY, until the day my mother died. God had been forewarning me in
my own spirit for some time that what I was doing was wrong, that I had a direct line to Him and should not rely on my
mother.
I protested, “But, Lord, why do you answer her prayers so quickly, and you take your time answering mine?”
“Search your heart,” would be His answer, and “Search the ‘Book’ “. Still, I didn’t feel He was being fair, and I continued to
be LAZY.
God continued in His warnings, “I am taking your mother, soon. Her work is nearly completed. Then you will have no choice,
but to come to Me.”
I didn’t want to hear that. I ignored it; I was in denial of it, still, I had no defense. It’s easy to become LAZY when someone
else is doing your job for you, but I wasn’t the only one. My mother (a pastor), had a church membership doing the same
thing I was doing, because, as they told me, “Pastor Precious’ prays got answered so quickly.” Hey, I could relate to that! It
is true that “misery loves company,” but it remains “misery,” nonetheless.
I thought I was so smart. I thought, “Father, You should have never told me You were planning to take my mother, because
now I am going to pray her healthy, whole and on the earth. (Isn’t that stupid?) But, that’s what I did. I knew the Bible well
enough to know I could do that. It got me into some trouble.
One day I was conversing with Mom, and she stated very irritated, “I am ready to go home and be with the Lord, and
SOMEBODY is praying that I stay here and they are keeping me here! I want them to STOP!” At first, I was just going to
keep quiet, but silence is lying by omission, so I “fessed up,”
“It’s me, Mom.
“What! It’s You! Girl, you stop that!
“No, I won’t. I don’t want you to go.”
I am ready to go be with the Lord. You stop praying for me to stay here.”
I told her, “Mom, I don’t defy you, but this time I can’t obey you. I will continue to pray the way I have been praying.”
What a fool I was. You cannot outsmart God. I knew He had to abide by His Word, and that was what I was counting on.
What I didn’t count on was, for some reason that I cannot figure out to this very day, I STOPPED praying that prayer to keep
my mother healthy and doing God’s work here on earth. How I could to forget to pray such an important prayer has me
baffled, but what I do know is that not long thereafter, my mother departed this earth.
By the time my mother died the powers of spiritual warfare had atrophied so badly within me that Satan was ready to have
some fun with me. Satan felt perfectly free to launch an attack upon me as soon as I was out of reach of my doctor, and he
did. My mother departed on a Monday, and I left immediately to be with my family in the city of my birth -- about 150 from
the San Francisco Bay Area. No sooner than I arrived to be with my family -- PAIN. The pain required registered narcotics;
thank God I had/have a friend who would make the round trip every night after he had worked a full day, every day, until
the doctor finally prescribed the right narcotic in a strong enough dosage to assist with the pain; yes, Satan was having good
fun with fun since Mom was no longer there to do battle on my behalf, and ironically, in her hometown.
It didn’t stop there, though. In 2003, I became stricken with a series of illnesses, succeeding worse. With the sudden and
extreme weight loss, doctors panicked, thinking it was cancer and began a series of tiresome tests, tests, tests, tests -- if the
disease didn’t kill me all of those Dr. Frankensteinlike horrid tests seemed designed to do just the trick. The tests invaded
EVERY orifice, every cavity I had -- except for my ears -- into my body, and could not find cancer; it just went on and on,
with my continuing to lose weight and the pain continuing to increase.
By 2005, my primary physician referred me to a surgeon for exploratory surgery. The surgeon was reluctant to do surgery
unless he knew why he would be performing it. He sought other options without successful results. He finally referred me to
a colleague, stating very reluctantly if the colleague -- whom he highly esteemed, and he didn’t respect very many doctors --
really deemed exploratory surgery necessary, he would “consider” surgery.
No one will ever know how much I yearned for my mother, wished she were still alive. I knew I would not be going through
any of this if she were still here. Sometimes, before I had started receiving medication, the pain would become so bad that I
would pass out -- for DAYS -- and wake up, checking on television to find out what day it was. I’m told the blacking out is a
good thing, it’s protecting my system -- maybe so. But I keep asking myself about my mom‘s methods:
- “What was her secret?”
“How was she doing it?”
“What would she do?”
When I visited the second surgeon, he had already reviewed all my medical records, and didn’t have to examine me. He said
he knew exactly what was wrong with me -- that he sees this “all of the time,” that it was neurologically-based and
understood why doctors had me on so much pain medication. “It’s the worst pain I’ve known a patient to suffer,” he told me.
“Tell me about it,” I thought, but he hadn’t impressed me yet. He told me they didn’t know what caused it or how to fix it. He
told me surgery would not accomplish anything, and that I would have to live with it for the remainder of my life.
I protested, reminded him, that in addition to all of the other “junk” I was being given, they had me on several narcotics. I
said,
“How can a person -- any person -- be expected to live like THAT for the rest of their life? Besides, the medication is NOT
relieving the pain.”
He said nothing at first, but it was the way he looked at me. I got the feeling THAT (medication not relieving the pain), would
be the least of my problems. He simply apologized, and told me that there was nothing the medical world could do for this
neurologically-based problem, other than try to make me as comfortable as possible, with DRUGS.
I was furious, not with him. After all, he had been the first doctor who was able to give me a slither of some answer. I was
angry with myself, and with all of the “specialists” I had been subjected to. Why was it a surgeon, probably trained in India,
could figure out what all the “learned” specialists were at a loss to figure out? A surgeon!
I went back to my primary doctor and told him what the surgeon had said. Breakthrough!
My “non-specialist” doctor prescribed “Neurontin” and the pain temporarily went away -- the first time in 2.5 years! At that
point in time no pain, after such a long period of time was -- to me a MIRACLE, but my sister had a fit.
My sister has a degree in 7 areas of science (Ph.D.) -- Chemistry, Biochemistry, Biology, Pheromones -- I can’t name them
all, but suffice to say she knew about drugs. I told her, “Chris, anything that stops the pain at this point -- I don’t care what
its side effects are. I want some RELIEF!”
After about approximately ten days, the Neurontin stopped being effective, and I was referred to UCSF Medical Pain Center.
They prescribed a series of medications, including increasing the narcotics’ dosages and the Neurotin dosage gradually until
it reached the maximum level; still no relief of pain. My sister did help, though, by offering my doctor some information for
which I thanked her profusely.
HOPE
I had purposed that I was not going to live like this for the rest of my life, nor would I allow this thing to kill me. Had I not
had first-hand experiences of healing with Mom, Grandmother, Brother Glasse, and others, maybe I would have acquiesced
to the hopelessness of the doctors’ diagnoses. I kept asking the questions:
“What would Mom do?”
“What WAS she doing?”
“Grandmother did it too.”
“I used to pray and people were healed; I still do, just not so much anymore.”
“Why can’t I help myself?”
Doing for Others Despite Your Circumstances
Even in my sickened state, I was still as child of God. I was really too ill to attend the commencement ceremony in Alaska
when Chris was receiving the Ph.D., but she insisted, so I agreed to go. I won’t go into detail, but trust me, Alaska Airlines
was glad to get me off their hands and into my sister’s custody.
My sister had a friend still working towards her Ph.D. She “didn’t believe in all that God stuff,” because she was, “a
scientist.” I asked her how she felt about Sir Isaac Newton. She got very excited about him. She told me they were required
to learn thousands of his laws and theories. That surprised me because I didn’t know he was that accomplished. I had only
read his personal writings at that time -- and in those, when he did mention science, it was usually so far over my head I
would ignore it; I talked to her about what I was comfortable with -- his personal writings. I responded,
“Did you know he gave credit to God for his discoveries, that he sought out God for questions and found the answers through
God?”
She looked at me strangely, “Is that really true?” I told her, “You spend most of your time up at the University. Certainly
they MUST have some of his personal writings up there. Are you telling me that you have never read anything about his
personal life, or any of his personal writings?” She told me that they barely had time to learn the required scientific material,
much less read personal things.
This lady, whose name I will withhold for her own privacy, was almost as ill as I was. I was setting her up, though. I was
setting her up in a good way. I told her that Sir Isaac Newton was a devout Christian, who spent more time in communion
with God, and studying the Bible than he ever spent with science, that he even learned the Hebrew, Koine Greek, so that he
could enjoy reading the Bible in the original text. I told her to NOT take my word for it, but to check it out for herself.
“Did you know he didn’t believe in Evolution?” I asked her.
She was surprised to hear that as well. I was setting her up, had to, but in a GOOD WAY. We all have free will, but I wanted
to pray for this woman. I needed her permission first. I told her, “I think if Sir Isaac Newton were here, he would probably
pray for you, being that he was such a devout Christian. But, since he’s not, I could give it a try. What do you think?
She said, “I guess it can’t hurt. Okay.”
After I prayed for her, she started crying. When I asked her what was wrong, she was very hesitant, but she finally asked
me permission to ask me a question that she felt might make me upset. I assured her I would not get upset. She told me that
her pain was gone, but how was that possible, because I was sicker than she. How could someone sick pray for someone
else who is sick, and that prayer work, while the person praying remain sick?
“First of all, understand that I didn’t heal you. God lives in me in the person of the Holy Spirit.” I explained that her “Father
of Modern Science,” Sir Isaac Newton knew ALL about this. The Bible says,
“…greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world.” (I John 4:4)
I explained that the “He” that in in me is the Holy Spirit, and the “he” that is in the world is Satan, or the one Jesus calls,
“the prince of this world.” (John 14:30)
“The One that healed you can flow from me upon you and perform works,” I said.
“Why won’t He heal you?” she asked.
“My fault,” I told her. “I still need to work through that one, but the good thing is that He is promised to live in me FOREVER.”
(John 14:16)
Throughout much of 2005 and most of 2006, I spent most of my time in the fetal position, taking multiples of various drugs. I
got depressed, sure, but I never lost hope. I kept saying,
“This is not a permanent state. God is going to heal me.”
Little did I know that I was NOT speaking God’s WORDS. I thought constantly of mom and repeatedly asked the question,
“Father, WHAT DID SHE DO to battle sickness and disease?”
I finally got my answer in July, 2006, from actress Bette Davis’ daughter, Evangelist B.D. Hyman. She explained her own
battle with cancer, and the terminal death sentence she had been given. Her words showed me where I had gone wrong:
- MY words
MY mouth
MY confession
ACTION!
I had been SAYING over and over that, “God is going to heal me.” The truth was that Jesus had already healed me nearly
2,000 years ago. B.D. Hyman said it was simple. Just “RECEIVE” what rightfully belongs to you, what Jesus had already paid
for, and TELL Satan what he is -- a liar! It all started coming back to me. Atrophy was gone!
I TOLD Satan, even though I was still reeling in pain (FACT),
“Satan, I’ve got your number now. Your smoke and mirrors won’t work, Sucker. I won’t deny the pain, but this pain doesn’t
belong to me; it’s yours. I won’t deny the agony, but I belong to Messiah, so the TRUTH of God’s WORD ALWAYS
OVERCOMES your tired, pitiful sorry little facts, Sucker, and the TRUTH is Isaiah 53 says,
‘by his stripes I am healed.’ “
I mean I did a downright, “it is written…”, quoting Galatians 3:13, Psalm 103:1-3, I Peter 2:24, Deuteronomy 28:61, I
Corinthians 3:16-17, James 4:7.…I didn’t have them memorized, but I did have my Bible right there on the bed, and I went
from scripture to scripture; I finally yelled,
“Now get outta here! I said get outta here!”
CHANGE
The pain symptoms were still present -- I didn’t care. Anamnesis had returned, and atrophy was gone. I KNEW I had Satan
licked and in the midst of great pain and weakness, I started laughing. Of course, I didn’t feel like laughing. I laughed
because I knew NOTHING could stop what was mine -- HEALING. You know what happened next? The pain went away. Yep,
just like that, immediately. For the first time in 3.5 years, (except for the brief period a year previously), NO PAIN. I
enjoyed an immediate, sound, and peaceful eight hours of sleep for the first time in…I couldn’t remember how long.
NEVER GIVE UP
I awoke in pain, but I wasn’t surprised. Like I said before, anamnesis had returned! In the past I would awaken every two
hours or so, and need to take a battery of medications quickly, quickly, and wait/pray for them to work quickly. Not this time.
“No, Satan! I won’t take any more medication and you are going to get behind me, NOW. I’m back in the driver’s seat now.”
I got my Bible and started the “it is written” process, quoting scripture after scripture with such CONVICTION. I knew how
important it was to get my mouth involved in the process. (See my essay, “Ultimate Power”). That is why I was saying it all
aloud. I remembered Psalm 103, at least parts of it, was used in the musical, “Godspell,” so I begin to sing that song. By
God, maybe I didn’t know how King David sang that psalm, but I knew how “Godspell” did it, and that was good enough; the
important thing was to keep my mouth involved in the process. By the time I was done, I was totally and completely healed.
I have not experienced one pang of pain since that early morning, August 1, 2006.
I didn’t tell the Ph.D. sister (I have 3 sisters), or my doctor because I had already heard their warnings about stopping
Neurontin, the narcotics and some of the other medications “cold turkey.” I did not want to hear any more of that talk. I
BELIEVED that if God had brought me this far to take me to Heaven, so be it. I decided to wait a week before visiting my
doctor, just to prove to him that my healing was real. Also, I could avoid the warnings about stopping the medicine, “cold
turkey”. After a week he could not say it was dangerous, etc., etc.
On August 8, 2006, my doctor did pronounce me, “healed.” In December, 2006, (I guess he still expected some residual of
the condition to return, and when it had not), he was surprised. He said it dumbfounded, “It’s a miracle.”
Although pain NEVER returned, I did suffer from side effects of one of the narcotics. I had been taking 150 mcg of Fentanyl,
and after several days of being out of my system, extreme anxiety set in. I wanted to pull out my hair, my legs, pull my
fingers out of their sockets. There was no pain, but lots of anxiety.
I was angry at myself and at Satan for that. Somehow, someway I failed there. There should have been no side effects;
there weren’t with any of the other narcotics or the Neurontin. I resumed use of the Fentanyl at 125 mcg, and my doctor and
I began a systematic plan to lower the dosage. By either December 2006, or January 2007, my slavery to Fentanyl ended;
now I am totally FREE!
It wasn’t easy for me to tell this story, but it was told in the hope that maybe -- if only one person is helped -- the divulging
of my private life was worth it.
In conclusion, in the midst of IMPOSSIBILITIES or SEEMING IMPOSSIBILITIES, when the “experts” are telling you what you
can’t do, DEFY them and SAY,
- “YES, I CAN DO…!”
1. Be HOPEFUL and remain FAITHFUL.
2. Be a SERVANT. Get out of the “I” syndrome. ALWAYS EXTEND CHARITY TO OTHERS. I am reminded of the prayer of St.
Francis de Assisi, (the last part):
“…it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
In giving to all men that we receive,
And in dying that we are born to eternal life.”
3. Take ACTION, especially beginning with your MOUTH.
4. CHANGE will come, but you must remain eternally vigilant. Someone or something will always try to steal your victory.
5. So what, even if they try? NEVER GIVE UP! You already know you are victorious. Just go back to step number one, and
restart the process.
That was my mom’s not-so-secret secret.
*HOPE/ACTION/CHANGE is a phrase coined by Senator Barack Obama.
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