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1/  My first experience with healing through prayer…
(I must preface this experience with a little more info as to my own faith beginnings, so the rest of these accounts have a proper basis to stand on.)

— At the tender age of eight I went forward in an ‘alter-call’ at the conclusion of a week of Daily Vacation Bible School ministry ay Calvary Temple, Kamloops, BC. (1960) Even a child has the ability to hear the call on their heart to leave off following the self centered, solely pleasure seeking lifestyle, and instead follow a call to care about and serve others. This call moved me to give my heart to Jesus, and I became a Christ follower even at such an early age, as many children also have done through out the ages.

— I was blessed with two wonderful parents, my mom Elsie and my dad Herman. They were committed Christians all the days of MY life, but that was not always so. Being the sixth-born of the seven blood siblings. The early days of my parents were only vague glimpses through limited stories that my mother told. So as it is true to the Lord, I only know my dad as a fine and faith-filled Christian. Anything else is FORGIVEN, FORGOTTEN, and as Psalm 103:12 says; As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us. I say all that so as to lay the grounds for understanding what happened next. For this Faith that my dad had, moved the hand of God for my first healing experience.
— My dad was the manager/operator of a small portable sawmill working for the owner in the Cariboo area of BC, this was in 1961 when I was just a lad 8 years of age. As a large, one-income family living off the grueling labors of my dad in the bush, we didn’t have time or funds for any summer vacations. However, my brother Harold (age 11) and I would spend two weeks of our summer break living with my dad in their sawmill camp up in the Cariboo. We REALLY looked forward to this for it took us out of the Kamloops city suburbs, and allowed us to grab our sling-shots, or sometimes my dad’s 22 caliber rifles, and go wild in the bush. We had so many amazing, and kind of risky adventures there that it often gives me pause to realize how God was always with us and looking after us, and believe me, sometimes He had to be.
— It was on one of these summer trips that I awoke in the middle of the night screaming in pain. My head felt like it was about to explode. My bunk was the bed directly above my dad’s, set in the corner of the kitchen cabin. There was only a thin wall between us and the rest of the crew’s quarters. It was in the middle of the night and I never wanted to disturb the others, but that pain made me totally oblivious to any thought except that it had to stop. The pain was inside my head, this was no normal toothache or earache, no matter what we did to try for relief, the pain was unquenchable. The only release I had was to scream, and so I did.
— Now we were in the middle of the wilderness about two hours from the nearest town. My dad Herman was cook; foreman; manager; chief sawyer; crew-cab operator; and first aid attendant. And now he had his 8 year old son screaming in anguish in the middle of the night, with no way to stop the pain.
— I was the patient and I remember that my dad stood beside that bed trying to stroke the pain away with those big calloused hands, and then he said “We have to pray.” I remember that but I was in no mood to pray, and so I just kept on screaming. I don’t recall the prayer my dad prayed, all I know is that as my dad stood by my bunk laying those big hands on me and praying, the pain faded out of existence. Oh, I will never forget that moment. It was as if someone picked me up and wrapped a soft, warm blanket snugly around me. It was so comfortable and peaceful, I stopped making any sounds and fell into this wonderful peaceful sleep.
— I awoke the next day with my pillowcase wet with a foul-smelling, brownish-orange fluid that had drained from my inner ear. No more pain, but that draining continued for a couple of weeks after. I was healed and being healed, PTL! I remember sleeping with a cloth to catch the smelly fluid at night however without pain. From that moment on I knew that God cared even for me a helpless 8-year-old, out in the wilderness of British Columbia.
— It was certainly not my faith that healed me but it was the true promise of God from James 5:16 (NIV) “Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.” …And as you read this you need to know that He also cares for you, and His power to heal is not diminished.

— This power of God to heal is so complete that to this day, some 54 years later I have never had another toothache or earache. It was like He touched my head and that healing touch has remained, such is the power of our God Most High… If you need that touch in your life I would be honored to pray for you, just use the submit portion of the home page to send us your request, and we will trust God to do the rest.