Two
sisters in the Lord tell their healing-stories |
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In 1927
Smith Wigglesworth went back to Australia and New Zealand, this time he was accompanied
by his daughter Alice – Mrs James Salter. The two following stories confirm
that God confirmed his preaching with signs following. Both of these
testimonies appeared in the Australian
Evangel of |
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Miss H.
Todd of Naremburn, N.S.W., testified: ‘While engaged in my occupation as
nurse in |
How blind
I was, for since being invalided to |
‘On one
leg I had a steel and leather apparatus to keep the knee joint from locking
and pinching, which caused intense pain, and the other was in tight bandages.
With the aid of a pair of crutches I got out to the car to be taken to the
meeting, and though suffering intensely, I believed I would be healed. After
the address I joined with those who were to be ministered to, and as the
evangelist laid his hands on me and prayed I had a strange yet beautiful
experience as though cold water with great force was being sprayed in jets
upon both my afflicted members where they were injured. So strong seemed to
be the force that it even hurt me, and I knew it was the Lord; but on turning
to go away I didn’t feel any better, and expressed disappointment to two or
three. |
All the
way home I wept copiously, and poured out my heart to God, and continued to
say: ‘Lord, I believe; help Thou my unbelief’. Arriving home, I was helped
out of the car, and after walking a few steps, said that I thought I could
walk alone. Just as I reached the threshold of the door, a wall of bright
shining light confronted me, so exceedingly bright that it almost staggered
me, and instantly I cried out: ‘Glory to God, I’m healed’, and truly I was. I
went through the house praising the Lord, and up and down the back veranda,
glorifying God and walking as I did before meeting with the accident. Seeing
the crutches, I said: ‘Take those back to the kind friend that loaned them to
me. I shall not want them any more’. So the crutches were returned just
before |
Two days
later I was sweetly baptised in the Holy Spirit according to Acts 2:4. My
Bible means more to me now than ever before. I now see my Lord as my Saviour
from sin, the Great Physician, the One who baptises with the Holy Ghost, and
the One who is coming for His bride very soon’. |
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The other testimony
is from Mrs. M. Legate Pople, Orange, N. S. W.; ‘Genesis 24:27 – ‘I being in
the way, the Lord led me’ – seems to be the best explanation of God’s
wondrous blessings to me five weeks ago. How I did want to go home! My poor
heart was in such a state, past all human aid; even the casing was ruptured
so that the least move would cause a lump to protrude like an egg. For
sixteen weeks I just lay prostrate, and how lovely it was to feel so near
home, so often almost through the pearly gates; how real the dawning of that
eternal day was to me, and how I just longed to enter right in. I was so bent
on going ‘home to glory’ that when asked if I would like to have Evangelist
Wigglesworth pray for me, if I should be here when he came, I said an
emphatic ‘No’, and I certainly meant it. Such a band of dear friends were
praying for me everywhere that I just felt I wanted no more; my mind and my
hopes were all centred on things above and not on things here below. How
little did I know what wondrous blessings there were here below that I had
not even tasted of, that my dear loving Saviour wanted me to experience
before I should pass through the pearly gates, and how graciously did He work
to bring it to pass. |
Brother
Wigglesworth was not expected here for nearly two months, when suddenly dates
were altered and he arrived almost without warning. Of course, this did not
concern me, for my fellow invalid, Sister Todd (whose testimony is also given
in this chapter) ‘and I had made up our minds that we weren’t going to have
anything to do with the mission of the evangelist. How true are the Lord’s
words: ‘My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,
saith the Lord’ (Isaiah 55:8-11). As the mission went on, my friend, who was
adverse to the teaching of Divine Healing, began to search the Scriptures
afresh to see if these things that were being taught, and which were
confidently affirmed by numbers around who believed, were so. She became so
convinced of the truth of God, who said: ‘I am the Lord; I change not,’ that
she came to my room saying she intended going to the mission for the laying
on of hands and prayer. |
That night
I saw her making her way out on her crutches to the car in great agony, and
somehow I felt in myself that she would be healed. After her return she came
skipping down the steps to my room, like the man of old leaping and praising
God, and saying: ‘Sister, I’m healed, I’m healed’, and so she was, perfectly
and completely. Hallelujah! It was wonderful. |
All that
night I prayed and sought the Lord, and then came the thought – how could I
face my dear Lord whom I loved with all my heart if I just slipped home,
having refused to prove whether He wanted me to do any more ‘little corner
filling’ for Him, when before my eyes He had wrought such a miracle? |
In the
morning, the closing day of the mission, I was waiting for someone to come
down to my room, to ask them if they would take a message to Brother
Wigglesworth and see if he would come and pray for me after the morning service.
After breakfast I could hear the dear ones of the house holding a prayer
meeting, but as they had closed the door I could not hear what was taking
place. How I was longing for someone to come in to take my message, but no;
time was getting on, and how I pleaded with the Lord. Could it be that they
were all too much occupied with their own blessings and were unmindful of me?
I questioned. Ah no, but because I had said: ‘No’ so decisively they would not ask me again, and they were all
asking the Lord to constrain me to ask for prayer. |
Presently
different ones came into my room, but did not look at me or give me the usual
smile and kind word. I asked each if they would take my message, and not
until I had made the request five times did I get a promise that they would.
I had said ‘No’ once but had to say
‘Yes’ five times. How long it
seemed before that morning service was over; but at last, in came the matron,
face beaming, and said: ‘He’s come’. I vaguely remember seeing a man step
into the room, and after that saw no man but Jesus only. How sweetly does the
dear Lord manifest Himself. The evangelist told his daughter (Mrs. Salter) to
put her hands on my knees, and he put his on my head and prayed a wonderful
prayer (wonderful to me because I was right in glory). Then he laid his hands
on my heart and prayed for my healing, at the same time rebuking death and
commanding it to be dashed away in Jesus’ name. |
When he
first came in he said: ‘Are you ready to get up?’ I said: ‘Yes, I am,’ and now
he said: ‘Get up,’ and up I got. My inability to even move just a few minutes
before were entirely forgotten. One thought only seemed to possess me, and
that was to get dressed as quickly as possible. I rushed across the floor and
lifted down two heavy suitcases filled with books in order to get to where I
could find some clothing. I was in such a hurry, I wanted to be dressed ready
to greet ‘my girls’ of my Bible class who used to flock in after church just
to have a peep at me. In the afternoon before I had lain semi-conscious for
hours, and those who saw me then thought perhaps it was the last look; and
here I was trying to find clothes to let them see me every whit whole! I was
just ready when the door opened and a number of them were admitted, and what
a shock they got. Some wept; some laughed, then wept; they hugged me, then
would think of my heart and let go; but it was all right. I was healed
perfectly and completely, and felt no weakness after my sixteen weeks in bed,
when I had eaten scarcely anything. All the while I had lain there I was
neither hungry nor thirsty, and would take little sips just to oblige those
who brought it to me. Now I wanted my dinner, and a good dinner I had. I was
changed, a new creation, just filled with God, divinely healed, raised up in
a moment, from the shadow of death to abounding life – saved to serve. |
The day
following my healing I was gloriously baptised in the Holy Spirit according
to Acts 2:4, and daily and hourly He fills me with joy unspeakable and full
of glory’. |
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From:
Stanley Howard Frodsham, Smith
Wigglesworth: apostle of faith, Assemblies of God Publishing House,
Nottingham, 1974, pages 61-65 |