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Late in
the nineties of last century some careless workmen opened a drain in the
basement of our home and left the cover off. Volumes of odourless but
dangerous sewer gas rose into the house. The doctors said that it was a
miracle that we were not all killed. My mother was so terribly affected that
it cost her about 14 years of irritation, suffering and weakness. Nothing was
spared to bring her healing. Indeed my father, who was a ship’s captain and
only came home every six months, told me on his arrival he had to pay the
doctors and chemists more than he had earned by his voyage round the world. I
remember that the famous scientist, Sir Almroth Wright was paid £120 for a single
bacteriological operation. All was of no avail. My mother who had been an
unusually beautiful woman, lost all her hair and at times spent months in bed
or on the sofa. About this time I was converted (1905). Mother was a
whole-hearted believer, so that whenever I could get away from my engineering
for a few days we would spend much time in reading God’s Word and praying
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Our family
doctor was a grand old gentleman as well as an excellent general practitioner.
He told mother: ‘I’m sorry we can do absolutely nothing more for you, and do
not want to run up bills needlessly, but I will just drop in occasionally to
see you ‘on a friendly visit’. |
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One day
mother and I read Mark 16 together and when we came to “These signs shall
follow them that believe, in My Name they shall lay hands on the sick and
they shall recover”, I said: ‘Mother, we both believe. Let us do it’. I
simply placed my hands on her head saying: ‘In the Name of the Lord Jesus’,
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Next time
Dr. Stone came, mother told him what had happened and from then on both the
doctor and mother were amazed at the change. Her hair grew once more
profusely, her skin cleared, the pains ceased. The doctor once remarked to
me: ‘This is extraordinary. What the best medical men in the country have
failed to accomplish in all these years, God has accomplished in a few
weeks’. Would you snatch from that precious Name the glory which is its due?
God healed my mother. |
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W. F. P.
Burton |
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From: W.
F. P. Burton, Signs following,
pages 19-20 |