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Now that I
have touched on the healing of that animal, I feel like telling of an answer
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I went
from this meeting, about sixty miles to hold another. We had good crowds and
good order; but that isn't all that is needed to satisfy God. Well, I just
prayed, fasted, wept, and preached my best; but no break came. I had preached
six nights before opening the altar, and Sunday night was the seventh night.
I went to my room, threw myself across the bed, and cried out mightily. When
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Both the
man and his wife were blessedly saved. I went out, and said, "Well,
brethren, I presume you did your best to get that field plowed this winter,
but circumstances prevented." "Yes," they both answered. Then
I told them about Bolly, and the girl who was healed over at the crossroads.
They began to look at each other. They had never heard of any person being
healed, much less animals, and grub worms killed. Well, I began to read them
Scriptures on healing and the goodness of God, and I said, "I am sure
that God's goodness isn't confined simply to the human body, but He is
interested in everything that pertains to us as His children." I said,
"I believe that Jesus can kill those grubs." "Why, Brother
Bevington, did you ever hear of such a thing?" "No, I don't know as
I ever did; but you are His children and have just started up here, being
married less than a year, and have not the means; and I believe you did your
best. Now can't you join me in a faith raid on those grubs?" I forgot to
mention that he plowed about two acres in January, but was taken down sick. I
said, "What would you think of turning that field over to God and
letting Him kill those worms, and then you replant?" Well, this was
entirely out of the ordinary to them; hence was not sanctioned very readily.
Well, I waited until the next morning, and then brought up the subject again.
I said, "Now it isn't necessary for you to lose all that seed and
work." The seed of course was gone, but the work was not lost. I took my
Bible and read in Amos and in other places where God interposed in regard to
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After
prayer, I came down heavier on them, as I felt that they were worthy, but
ignorant of God's power to help. The wife said, "Well, I know that God
can do these things, but -- ." "Whoa, hold on there! No 'buts' in
this case," I said. She laughed. In about ninety minutes we three could
be seen wending our way out into that grub patch of six acres. We were all
very quiet; not a word was said from the time we left the house until we
reached the field. When we got there I said, "Now, what are we going to
do about this?" The man looked at his wife. She was looking down. The
corn was up about two or three inches. The brother said, "Brother
Bevington, do you think that God could kill these worms, or that He
would?" I said, "Please tell me why He would not." Well, that
staggered him. His wife said, "Brother Bevington, we never heard of God
doing these things until you came; but He surely can." And he said,
"What do you say about it, Brother Bevington?" I said, "God
can and will do it if we can agree that all things are possible." He
said, "Are you clear on it that He wants to?" I said, "Yes, I
am." "Well," he said, "what shall we do? We will follow
you." I said, "Come on." So we went out into the center of the
patch, and I said, "Now, are we agreed that He will?" He bowed his
head. I pleaded for unity, and soon felt a real oneness. I began to pray; and
as I advanced, we were soon in a state of real quietness, no noise. We spoke
just above a whisper, but felt the power and presence of Jesus. Soon the
sister began saying, "Oh, glory! Oh, glory!" so softly and sweetly;
and the brother began saying, "Amen, amen." They kept it up some
time, while I was going right up without a break, and soon reached the peak,
claiming every bug killed. I got up, and she stepped aside, scooped up a
handful of dirt, and said, "Oh, Brother Bevington, here are ten dead
grub worms." Well, we all stood there and wept; not a word was uttered.
Oh, that was a blessed time. He soon began to laugh, saying, "That is
surely a wonder." He stooped down and scooped up a handful and counted
seven dead grubs. "Well," he said, "it is surely done as you
said in your prayer." So we went back to the house praising God. In about
twenty minutes her brother came back from the shop, and he said, "Plow
that field, as it is ruined. I went over and scooped up a handful of dirt and
counted eight worms in it." I waited for someone to speak; but as all
were silent, I said, "Sir, those worms were all dead." He looked at
me as though he pitied me. He was a good meeting house man, and did not
believe much in anything that did not come through his meeting house. I said,
"Sir, I will give you a penny for every live worm you find out there in
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He said,
"All right. That will be money made easy. Get your wallet out." He
took a peck measure and went out, and the sister went upstairs where she
could see him. He went over the whole field, and went home through the woods,
and never came back for the contents of my wallet. Well, the man soaked some
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Now this
was the first and last such venture as that. I have never felt like venturing
again on that line; but it simply shows that God is for us, as is recorded in
the Word, in the book of Amos. It refers to the same thing; that is, He gave
crops to one and destroyed those of another. We saw this couple at the
Cincinnati Camp the next year, and the brother testified to all this in a
large open air meeting. God got glory out of it, as it stirred many to go
down deeper. Let's praise God for His interest in us as His children. |
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From:
REMARKABLE INCIDENTS And MODERN MIRACLES Through PRAYER And FAITH By G. C.
Bevington |