Gregor, the insides of our bodies are of course the most complex of possible factories. They make hundreds and thousands of products, and when really looked at very closely, on the microscopic level, prove beyond anything, any human doubt, that of course this could not have all evolved from a mass of molten boiling gases slowly cooling down to bare hard shiny metalic rock. But that's what they have guided the world to believe.
Inside our blood streams the immune system is an organized army.
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It literally has generals on down to common soldiers that the generals send out. I once saw a childlike cartoon documentary on the wonders of the immune system and sat stunned at the amazement of it.
That army is tied to scripture also. That army is fed well, and without good food, like all armies, it limps and suffers and some lay down by the side of the road and die.
And clear as clean glass you can see that the satanic realm also has access to our very immune system. Stress kills the soldiers. Adrenaline to one extent pumps them up for battle, then wordly stress over the line kills them off and they don't work.
Hundreds of scriptures I believe point to the armies of good and bad within our bodies. I once saw it clearly and even jotted down notes on the inside cover of one of my Christian books and see it every now and then. I'll find it.
Also, our God has given life to everything on earth--including those things gone mad as a result of the fall when man was cast out of pure paradise and onto the bare ground where he/she had to start scratching like crazy to plant stuff before they winter came and they died.
All life comes from God. The life of the fig tree was simply spoken away, and the roots lost their life and the tree probably withered within hours. A sick plant shows stress within a few hours. I overfertilized some fruit trees in Arizona nd watched them die of chemical poisoning, and it was very stressful for me. So, Jesus spoke life out of the fig tree.
There is a combination of things in healing. But of course it is all faith in the first place, and not always the faith of the sick person.
Since no one will ever know who I am I wish I could just put things here that I know have happened because I was there, but when I try, it seems that it shouldn't be done for some reason. So even though sharing such things would be good, again, it seems that a lot is best left in the closet where only the Lord knows. I think its because the tendency is to start associating the act with the person speaking of it, when in fact they have as much to do with the soup as the pan that heats it. It kind of is like standing over the pan and praising the pan for the good hamburger. It's simply absurd, and of course the pan is just formed metal into which the soup was placed to be heated. Nothing more. Of itself the pan can do nothing to create soup.
What I do know to be fact among such things as still amaze me is one thing that still amazes me the most. Cutting out all of the good parts a large group of mostly new college Christian kids had a meeting at the house where the book cover I spoke of was on the wall. Great house. We all loved that house. It was a standard meeting of new Christians and they were a little reserved, and rather formal in having a wonderful little Christian meeting, and it was tedious sitting through it, frankly, because it would have been better if someone had pushed them all over face down to eat carpet in prayer for about l/2 hour, but during this sweet little talking meeting a girl started to cry, and must have cried for 20 minutes until finally someone felt like they should inquire why, and it seems that this persons very, very close friend was in Stanford college, and had just been diagnosed with advanced liver cancer and was given a short time to live and she was crying, naturally. She couldn't understand it, no one could understand it, because he was so young it didn't seem possible.
Finally someone suggested that it might be a good idea to pray for this problem, and there was prayer.
A month later this girl personally told me, and I didn't even recognize her when she walked up to me in a state of blinding happiness,
that her friend had gone into the Stanford Medical Center there for a checkup on the condition of his terminally diagnosed cancer and they could find none. She was going to everyone at the meeting that night and telling them.
I didn't believe her right away, and was sure we were all going to be disappointed if we found out he was NOT in fact healed, and kept asking if she was sure, and everyone was not getting excited too early.
She assured me he was told he no longer had cancer and was going to classes and back to normal life already.
I also don't see where Jesus sometimes healed and sometimes said, no, not today, not that one. So, again, it is all faith first, followed by whatever the faith puts into being. Not always of the sick person.
The guy I spoke of had no idea he was being prayed, I don't think.
But I do know it was that night he was healed of terminal cancer in his liver.
If He does these things once, He certainly will not mind doing it over and over. It's not like it bores Him. That is what faith is about, I think, believing that if you ask He will do. And that's the hard part. That's the hurdle, if you know what I mean, and I'm sure you do. |
