Sonlight Devotional

Healing of a Beautiful Redheaded Girl 

Think about the power of life as against the power of death.  Life destroys death just as light destroys darkness.  The more life you have in you, the more power you have over sin and death. My own experience of Christ gives me the authority to speak of this great power of life over death.  Readers, please try to imagine what happens to a man, who could not find anything in life worth living for and who suddenly found all that his heart desired in the presence of Jesus Christ.

One day Jesus came to me and said, “I want you to go and preach the Gospel.”  I did not want to preach.  I had other plans for my life, I wanted to be a medical doctor.  He asked me why I wanted to do that.  For want of a better answer, I said I wanted to help people.  He told me He would give me more healing in the ministry than I would ever get as a medical doctor.  I agreed and gave up my plans. 

The energy with which I went out was beyond anything you can think of.  Nobody could tell me that God is not alive.  Nobody could tell me that Jesus is not walking around on earth, talking to people, sitting down in their room with them.  So I went out with this marvelous energy and faith. 

The first miracle that took place was the healing of a beautiful redheaded girl.  She might have been about three or four years of age when she took deathly sick with a bowel ailment for which there was no cure.  We watched her as she began to mortify with big black spots coming all over her body and we saw the family preparing for her funeral. 

I remembered God’s promise to me that whatsoever I would ask Him to do, He would do it.  So I said, “Lord, I am asking you for life for this child and I will not eat or drink until she is healed.”  I felt at the time that if she were to die, then I would die, too.  He did not say, “Yes.”  He did not say, “No.”  But I did not need an answer, because I had a promise from Him. 

The first and second day went very peacefully with my going to work and with the child sinking deeper and deeper into a coma-like sleep.  On the third day, I went to the office and at midday the Spirit of God came behind me and spoke in my left ear with an audible voice, “Go, have your lunch.”  I knew then that the child was healed.  I went up to their house and asked the girl’s mother for lunch.  They must have thought I was very heartless for here I came asking for lunch, while they were in tears preparing to bury their little girl. 

After eating, I asked if I could pray for the girl.  The mother was upset.  She told me that all the great healing ministries of America and the church in Jamaica had already prayed for the child and she was not healed, and, “Why do you torment us to want to pray for her at this time?  Let the child die in peace!”  I insisted that I wanted to pray for her.  I went into the room and laid my hand on her; she was so still.  I said, “In the Name of Jesus Christ be healed!”  Instead of the child being jerked out of her coma, something hit me that made me leap in the air.  They were all frightened and thought that surely I had flipped my lid.  I staggered out of the house like a drunken man and had difficulty finding my way back to the office.  You see, before I came to know Jesus, I used to drink all night with the men, but I never felt drunk.  Now I was drunk in the Spirit and it was the first time in my life that I was so drunk that I could not walk straight.  (Since then, I have heard of a man called William Branham who would stand up for hours giving forth life to people wherein all manner of diseases were healed until he was limp and had to be carried out of the service.  So I guess my experience was not that unusual.)

At three o’clock, the phone rang.  They had gone into the room to look at the child and her bed was empty.  They searched the house and could not find her.  Eventually, she was found peacefully playing outside, totally healed.  She was healed, because the power of life in Christ Jesus triumphed over the power of death that was in her.