Fan Gets Healed, Doctors Get Saved
Wed., Aug. 6. 2014 11:32pm EDT
The following incredible testimony was first told to J. by Rita Kowalski (a former nurse and a self-confessed "Smooth Grandmama") after our concert earlier this year in Weirton WV. Like many stories in the New Testament, it starts with a healing and ends with many salvations.
J. has seen the photographic evidence of this healing (and has digital copies of the photos) and is friends with others who are longtime friends of Rita and got to experience it as it happened. He asked Rita to write up this testimony so we could share it with you:
I had to have an orbital decompression on my right eye to decrease the pressure that was building up behind it, causing me a lot of headaches and eye infections. It was performed on October 31, 2011, as outpatient surgery at WVU Ruby Memorial Hospital in Morgantown, WV. I came home late that night with minimal swelling and a lot of pain. They had to break all of the bones of the eye socket as well as the bones of the right side of my nose.
The next morning I woke up after spending the night sitting up in my recliner, as they told me I should sleep sitting up for the first three nights. My eye felt really strange and tight. I had to have someone stay with me, so my son spent the night with me. He was looking at me with a scared expression on his face and asked me how I felt. I asked him what was wrong with him, if he was OK. All he could say was, "Mom, you better not try to put your glasses on." That's really strange, as anyone that knows me knows I can't see to walk without them!
He brought me a mirror and warned me that although the doctors told me there would be some swelling, he didn't think they meant this much. Well, when I looked in the mirror with the eye that I could open, I nearly fainted. The eye was swollen completely shut and was sticking out about 1 and three quarter inches from my face!
I immediately called the doctor and sent him pictures of my eye. He told me that if the eye swelling was not significantly diminished enough that I could open it by the next morning, they would have to remove my eye! That's when I texted Millie and sent her a picture of my eye explaining what the doctor said and asked her to put the word out for prayer. I placed my trust in the Lord as I always do, as He had previously delivered me from a brain tumor that was insidiously stealing my eyesight 10 years prior to this.
Spending that day in prayer and the Word (on a CD), I fell into a calm, peaceful sleep in my recliner again that night. The next morning, it didn't feel quite as tight, but still wouldn't open. The second day, it began to open. On the third day, I woke with both eyes open and full sight in both of them. Praise the Lord!
I made it to the doctor's the following day, and the Shinto doctor saw me first. He stared open mouthed for a full minute before he could speak., before asking me what I had done to heal it myself. I explained the power of the Blood of the Lamb and what a powerful God I served. He then asked me about the God I served. After a few questions and answers, he asked how he could get to know this God. We spoke further and he ended up praying the sinners prayer and became a Christian! Hallelujah!
Next, I went to see the Muslim doctor and it was a virtual repeat. He was astounded, especially when I showed him the packing that came out of my nose the very first day. According to him, I should have bled to death when that came out. I explained that Jesus shed His precious blood for me, I didn't need to shed mine!
He was amazed that I would say something so flippant, but I told him that the Spirit led me to say it. He, too, had questions and apparently I was given the right answers by the Spirit and then led him in the sinner's prayer. Later that evening he called me from home and put me on speakerphone so that I could answer questions from his family, then lead five more in the sinner's prayer.
After leaving his office, I saw the Hindu doctor. You guessed it - 3 for 3. He called the surgical technician down, who happened to be Jewish. They had talked when it became apparent to them earlier that they would have to take me back to surgery to remove my eye. He was aware that God worked miracles, but wasn't quite there with the power of the Blood. I went "Old Testament" on him first and showed him how the New Testament Jesus fulfilled the prophecy. Well, to put it in baseball terms - Grand Slam!
This was at least eight people that were saved due to what happened after my surgery. It tickled me that one of the doctors was worried about malpractice! I told him in no uncertain terms that "Why should I consider malpractice when I knew that I would someday see him in the Kingdom?" I explained that Jesus died for the forgiveness of our sins, who was I not to forgive a sin, especially when it led to the forgiveness of all of his? We laughed and hugged as brother and sister in Christ.
I am not sorry that this happened to me, as it gave me a wonderful opportunity to witness to others. No, I wouldn't advise anyone to have this surgery and I'm not having my other eye done, but am glad this turned out the way it did. I always tell people that adverse things happen but the Lord can use then for the glory of His Kingdom, and this is definite proof.
In His Love,