Step right up, folks, I’ve got a miracle cure here that’ll change your life.
It can cure the incurable, solve the unsolvable, and even crumble citadels.
I first heard about this miracle remedy from a scarred traveler from the wilds of the Middle East.
Jesus was His name, life-changing was His game.
He described this simple, easy-to-use formula works in the drudgery of the day–but even more, it also gives you a window into the world to come.
The ancients whispered of it, the sacred scripts confirmed it.
That’s right, I’m offering it here. You don’t even need your credit card or social security number.
I’ll never forget hearing about a minister with a bad case of tuberculosis.
In this yesteryear time, doctors nor healing evangelists could reverse his fast-track to death.
One day, the man left his young wife and child to go out in the woods to meet his Maker.
“I’ll pray until God heals me or takes me,” he determined, and, right away, the evil one was there: “you’ll die in this forgotten spot”.
But laying there, barely able to move, something occurred to him.
“If prayer alone could do it, I’d be healed,” he realized.
“I’ve had enough prayer to raise a graveyard. No, it’ll take something more.”
So, instead of praying, the man did something different.
He started thanking God for the healing God had given him, but he struggled to receive.
All he could do was whisper.
But in short order, the man was on his feet and shouting praises so loudly, the neighbors a mile away reported hearing him.
He didn’t die that day, but the tuberculosis died, and the man returned to his family to live out a full life.
Another woman was desperately praying for her healing.
One night, God gave her a vision of a set of scales.
On one side of the scales, it was burdened down by a mountain of prayer. But the end side of the scales, labeled praise, was almost completely empty.
“When your praise levels out your prayer,” the word of God came, “you’ll be healed.”
She wasted no time.
For the next three days straight, this woman started praising God non-stop.
Three days later, she was completely healed.
I promised you crumbling citadels. Do you remember Jericho?
Those men, according to the word of the Lord, marched around those walls with nothing but their obedience, their trumpets, and their praises.
After seven days, as God said, those walls came down.
Do you remember Paul and Silas in shackles, beaten, in prison?
In their most dire midnight hour, they chose the ludicrous and started praising God.
Heaven descended upon that prison and blew the doors wide open.
Why do I say Heaven?
David in the Psalms describes entering the gates of Heaven with only thanksgiving in our hearts.
Is it powerful?
I say yes.
Yesterday I was in a life-threatening accident.
Bruised and hurting, I slept stiffly last night and woke up, my right shoulder still only partially mobile.
How does healing work in the real world?
I’ve received healing before, where a foot disease that left my feet bloody vanished overnight because I heard the word of the Lord in regards to that matter.
That healing happened because God showed me one day that my expectation in His healing power could heal me.
Just as much as the expectation of Jesus’ healing power back in the day permitted the people in the Bible to heal them.
“Your faith has made you whole,” Jesus told them over and over, and He says the same thing to us today.
I connected to that phrase, not merely mentally, but in my heart. As Romans 10:9 says: “...believe IN YOUR HEART…”.
I know those words “your faith has made you whole” got past my thinker. I know because, that day, I felt something click in my own heart like a key had just been turned in an inner lock.
But then that foot disease returned partially.
Why?
“Stand your ground against it,” a wise man said.
“What grounds do I have again?” I wondered.
Then I heard another man share about how healing is a spiritual gift.
That’s how you can receive your healing in your heart before it is manifested physically.
That’s also how the enemy can get someone’s focus on the natural realm.
In that place, the evil one can steal a deaf man’s healing and a blind man’s sight weeks after it has been publicly, miraculously given to them. (True story.)
That realization helped me seize hold of that miraculous revelation God gave me.
So much so, over the last couple of weeks, that foot disease has left fully.
Why?
Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, says the Lord.
So, this morning, I needed the Spirit of the Lord again.
A friend spoke to me on the phone of how God miraculously healed her numerous times as I lumbered through my routine.
But I resisted.
“Not a big deal. I’ll be fine.”
“But why not just ask Me and receive healing?” I heard a still, small Voice persist.
I could scarcely lift my right arm shoulder length, and other actions were painful.
Gritting my teeth while attempting to dress myself, I finally bowed.
“Thank you, God,” I said, using that same miracle cure. “Thank You for healing me as You promised in Your word.”
Instantaneously, my right shoulder loosened, allowing me to start dressing myself easily. It was so dramatic, I started laughing in amazement.
I quieted down, and my arm immediately started tensing up again. The pain returned, crippling my shoulder again.
“Thank You, God, for healing me,” I said again, and like someone flipped a switch, again, my shoulder loosened.
Again, I laughed in wonder.
“What was so funny?” someone asked me, hearing me laughing.
“God healed me!” I replied.
What’s the only thing in Heaven that’s made on earth? The old joke asks.
The scars on Jesus’ hands and feet.
In reverse, our heart to praise God is something made in Heaven that can be practiced on earth. It even brings the kingdom of Heaven on earth.
Praise is so potent that the angels, overwhelmed by God’s greatness, can do nothing but shout “holy, holy, holy”, according to Revelations 4:8.
Someone said praise is the highest form of prayer.
It’s a marvelous tool for getting your eyesight adjusted as well.
Earlier this week, I heard myself making a familiar whine.
Was I making airplane noises?
Nope. I was just throwing an internal fit.
“Tired. So tired. Don’t wanna,” my thoughts droned while working in early morning.
I finally caught myself.
I stopped complaining and started proclaiming.
As I started worshipping the Lord, the sun came out of nowhere and started shining, the birds started singing, and the day was glorious.
I was no longer tired. The chores became a joy.
Boy, this praise thing comes in handy! I had realized that day.
And God hadn’t even had a chance to heal my shoulder yet.
I’m telling you. This miracle remedy can be yours.
You don’t even need a social security or credit card number.
