Prayer 101 - Part 43: The Power Of Your Testimony
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REV 12:11
Peter The Bold shares his testimony…
Peter’s Letter To His Haematologist
19.8.2022
Dear Renee
In advance I apologise for the length of this email. Yet it is important that I provide background to what I am about to ask you to do.
When my doctor called me and said, ‘Peter, if you don’t do anything about this lymphoma, you’re dead’, she asked me what type of haematologist I would like. My response, ‘A nice person.’ That was when I was introduced to you and she was proved right. I see your smile even behind your mask and I know you are kind. I know that you have my best interests at heart. For that I thank you.
As you know, with no disrespect meant, I have mentioned to you though that my favourite doctor is Dr Jesus. Yes, the one and only of Bible fame. Allow me to share why.
40 years ago I was introduced to a lady who was dying of cancer. She was attending a Healing Service in the Anglican Cathedral in Sydney where during one service as she went to the toilet she was healed miraculously. Completely healed of all traces of cancer in her body. It was her who introduced me to Dr Jesus.
For the past 40 years I have experienced divine healing in my own body - pneumonia, two frozen shoulders and much more. I personally have laid hands on the sick and seen the deaf hear, the lame walk, a child with a hole in their heart healed, my son even raised from the dead at the age of 1. Too many to record here. Recently - just before I commenced my treatment I travelled to Melbourne and laid hands on a lady - three times jabbed - with pain in every muscle of her body - completely healed.
Yet here I was. Lymphoma. Wouldn’t shift.
So after listening to Jane’s advice I talked to Dr Jesus and he instructed me to proceed with your treatment. God heals in many and varied ways. Now you may ask - how do you hear His voice? Well let me tell you this - when you spend 40 years with someone you get a pretty good idea of what the other party is saying.
Last Sunday through Tuesday I went through hell physically, mentally and spiritually. The worst experience during the whole time I have been undergoing treatment. On the third night I had a dream. This is what happened.
Yet before I share that, through it all God gave me a precious saint who happens to be my editor of my novel and the woman who introduced me to my literary agent. I call her my gift from God. Seventeen years ago she was given two weeks to live. She then embarked upon a chemo treatment for six weeks. Every day. I am currently being treated once every three weeks. At one point her mouth was so full of blood vessels that for a whole week she could not talk until the blood burst. During her time in hospital she fell and broke her back. She knows what suffering is. So as I shared with her what I was experiencing she came back with four words of comfort that carried me through the third day - THIS TOO SHALL PASS.
So back to the dream. It was a battle where I was waging war with an enemy in the midst of human excrement, blood and gore. It was not pretty. It was raw. But at the end of the struggle there was a clarion call. A shout of victory. It was of Global significance. It was of National significance. It was of Bendigo significance(I am travelling to Bendigo next week before my next visit to you - this is a whole other story). It was of Body of Christ(the Church) significance. It was of personal significance.
I woke up the next morning and for the first time in three days was able to face breakfast confidently.
So move forward a couple more days on from the dream. There I am visiting my toilet in the middle of the night and all of a sudden WHOOSH. All this stuff floods out of my body in a great gush. Not pretty.
Immediately I hear that voice again. You know the one I have been hearing for over 40 years? ’The Healing Oil of Gilead has just flowed through your entire body and you are completely healed.