Jude 2

This thread is being started to remind us of the times when God does intervene on behalf of our faith and permit the supernatural and unexplainable. Let's leave the wrnagling over the times He does not for the other two threads already devoted to that issue.

Many years ago a young church of Christ woman in Quinn Town, AL lived near where a Church of God revival was transpiring. Her son, a toddler, had gotten into the red devil lye, which she had inadvertently left at his reach. She in panic took the child for prayer (instead of to the Camp doctor) -- knowing death was immanent from the small child's ingestion of the lye.

God heard the prayers, healed the child, saved the mother, who was also filled with the Spirit, and eventually called her to preach. The same child (and a host of siblings) eventually was also called into ministry, serving extensively. During His pastoral work in Sumiton Alabama, a small child was killed in an auto accident, while riding the church bus. The child's neck was broken, and he was dead upon arrival of the emergency workers.

This pastor, refusing to accept the death of the child, pulled the cover back from his face, prayed to God above and blew a breath into the nostrils of the little boy as a token of God's giving life to Adam, and symbolic of His faith in God to hear and answer this prayer. The child opened His eyes, and of course was rushed to the hospital. While there his neck was confirmed broken, several times, and the staff told his mother he probably would never walk again, and would require constant care.

While praying God assured the mother if she would believe He would heal the child completely. She did and soon the child was brought to her without any explanation as to what and why, except that it was miraculous.

That mother many years ago, whose son ate the lye, was Willie Lee Flippo.

The son who ate the Lye, and the pastor who prayed the prayer of faith for the dead child in the bus wreck, was Curtis Flippo (Soulsearchers father).

The child who was raised from the dead, and whose broken neck was subsequently healed, was Patrick Hart (my baby brother).

Willie Lee Flippo's act of Faith would be counted neglect by many unbelievers, and some believers. Yet, in her case, God heard her prayer and permitted the performance of it. In doing so a minister who touched untold lives was provided, children and grandchildren who carry on that legacy of ministry today were born, and another child held in the clutches of death was raised in the name of our Lord Jesus.

The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.

What testimonies do you have to the miraculous being performed when believers put their trust in God alone?

My first child was born with a meningocele, a ruptured membrane on the spine. It was a knot about the size of a baby's fist. It contained spinal fluid. The doctors said that if it were not surgically removed that at any time the baby could fall asleep, spinal fluid leak out, and the baby never wake up. They said that if she should possibly survive the surgery that it would effect her either from the waist up or the waist down, i.e., she would either have hydrocelphalus (water-head) or be paralyzed from the waist down. We were told that she would never have control of her bodily functions or be able to attend public school. Before and after the surgery, she was in a room full of children with various birth defects, paralyzed or swollen heads. I am sure that hundreds of persons responded to our prayer requests. After the surgery, the nurse pricked her tiny foot and the baby gave a strong kick. She was in the hospital for less than a week. Each day the nurse would measure her head, but there was no swelling. Her only doctor visit after that week concerning her back was one year later. She was walking at 10 months old. There have been no after effects, except for a small scar on her back as a testimony. She has given birth to 3 of my beautiful grandchildren. She is now a minister, a certified pk-thru-8th grade teacher and is working on her Ph.D. To God be the glory. Many babies are aborted because of this condition.

AT BTI I watched a woman with NO pulse at all, while being prayed for her pulse came back and she was alive again, yet could not speak any clear word except while we prayed you could hear her say as clear as day "Jesus" everything else was like as if she had a stroke and could not speak clearly. Within 10 minutes she went from dead, no pulse nothing!! Then to breathing, pulse, crying out to Jesus as we prayed , started speaking in tongues and then just leaped out of the chair she was in where we praying for her and ran the room shouting thank you Jesus.


NOW the medics were called immediately and this was at BTI at HQ. The medics were there and they were checking her pulse and everything while a large group of maybe 50-60 people made a circle around her and the ems and prayed aloud. They were able to witness that she had NO pulse and No life in her to shouting, running and speaking in tongues and then she went outside and signed a waiver to not go to the ER and then witnessed to each medic and police/fire men. Never seen anything like it.

One year (many years ago) at a youth camp a friend of mine fell playing softball and broke his arm. He was taken to the hospital in a nearby town and xrays were done confirming the break and a cast put on his arm.

He arrived back at camp in time for the service...That night the power of the Lord was moving heavily (not just the usual camp emotion)...After he was prayed for my friend disappeared outside, after a while I went out looking for him. To my shock he was banging his cast on a large rock until he finally broke it off...He ran back into the service waving his arm and praising God for a complete healing.

Sure enough his arm was healed in that service...It was the first time in my young life that I had ever seen a miracle that close.

no more RA. after being prayed for, I stopped taking my medication, it got worse at first, then after a week or so, it was really gone.

free wrote:One year (many years ago) at a youth camp a friend of mine fell playing softball and broke his arm. He was taken to the hospital in a nearby town and xrays were done confirming the break and a cast put on his arm.

He arrived back at camp in time for the service...That night the power of the Lord was moving heavily (not just the usual camp emotion)...After he was prayed for my friend disappeared outside, after a while I went out looking for him. To my shock he was banging his cast on a large rock until he finally broke it off...He ran back into the service waving his arm and praising God for a complete healing.

Sure enough his arm was healed in that service...It was the first time in my young life that I had ever seen a miracle that close.

The same "hacking off the cast" happened to my cousin after going through a healing line at a state convention years ago. I was there.

I broke my foot. Heard and felt the crack of the bone and immediately went into shock and called my mom to come and get me. The fridge repair man who arrived at my house helped me off the floor and onto the couch. I was so determined to go to a revival that night, that I didn't go to doc, but went in great pain on crutches. Got prayed for...shouted around the room...walked out...no pain. A day later, the fridge repair man showed up at my door with the part he had ordered...I answered door and he looked at my foot and at me...and I said...."I told you I had to go to that revival!"

As a child, I broke my collar bone...nothing docs can do about that. They took me to church and laid me on the altar. I screamed when they lifted me. They prayed....I was healed and lifted myself off the altar. Sinner man on back bench got saved.

Survived a car accident. Great pain. Went to church. Said, "God if you want me healed, you'll have to send them to me to pray for me because I can't make it to altar. My pastor told them to go to me and annoint me (without knowing my request to God) and after shouting around the church again...no more pain or problems from that accident.

On a church hay ride on a Sat. night, a young boy jumps off and falls underneath double wheeled flatbed trailer full of kids while attempting to jump back on. The wheels ran over his chest. We were in the middle of no where, no cell phones back then either...so his mom and others rushed him to hospital. The Holy Ghost hit me while praying (at the top of my voice I might add) and then let me know that he would be okay. Kid was released and docs couldn't believe he had been ran over....except....there were tire track bruises on his chest and lungs. Oh wait! Lest I forget...the docs marvelled he was alive because...he had had open heart surgery two years before that and should have busted his heart wide open right there on the dirt road. I was there and saw it with my own eyes. Oh, the kid went trick or treating on Monday.

My dad dropped dead of heart attack at a funeral. No pulse. White and stiff. Church people gathered around, prayed.....he came back to life. Still living I might add.

My son, screams, grabs his side and passes out. I cannot wake him. My grandparents slid in beside the bed like they were sliding into home plate, hit heaven with their prayers as we were scooping him out of bed to rush out the door. All this happened in mere seconds. (ambulances are hard to get way out in the country) As I get to the door, the kid wakes up and asks if we are going to Grandmas. I couldn't hold him down in the car or doc's office, he was such a wiggly playful boy. Doc told me to take him home....nothing wrong with that kid.

My favorite from a State Overseer in Cogop and TCOG...many would know him and his family...tells of docs telling pregnant relative to abort the baby inside her because it's head contained no brain. They decided to trust God and pray. When the time of birth came, the woman was surrounded by nurses ready to whisk the dead baby away. Nope, it came out crying and normal.

My pastor's wife was healed of brain tumor...no surgery...well documented.

One of deliverance:
I get a horrible feeling of fear descend on me. The Sprit of God told me to go out to my 6ft gate and lock it and keep my children in back yard. I could not move from my front door, but stood guard until the fear passed. I told the neighbor child, not to leave until I took him home. This was a Friday afternoon. I saw nothing on the street, but one car pass. Forgot about the incident on Saturday. Sunday afternoon came....after church...and frantic neighbors called me asking if I had heard the news. A man who lived about 2 miles down the road (and around a curve) had assaulted and hung a young girl in the next town on Saturday and the media had called the neighbors. Evidently this man had prowled by my house looking for his next victim and the Holy Ghost did not allow it.

I was present when a pastor's daughter in Orange, Tx foot was healed. Her foot had gone through the rusted floorboard of an old car, drug on the highway, and was all tore up. The church prayed and it was an instantaneous healing for all to see. The mother sometimes visites this forum.

My grandmother was paralized and was healed.

My mother died in a car crash and medics couldn't find pulse. She "after speaking with Jesus" suddenly jumped up and shouted barefooted in broken glass with no cuts. They took her to ER and found various internal injuries...all of which were documented on multiple xrays. The church people kept praying and then the next xray would show...no injury. Finally the docs gave up and sent her home...nothing wrong with her.

A friend of ours, hurt his back and could barely walk or work. Severe pain. Chiro wasn't helping. Went through healing line at State Convention and The Holy Ghost literally felled him on his back, hitting the base of his spine on the floor. He rolled back onto his back and I looked at his wife to see if she thought he was okay. More than okay...The Holy Ghost healed him on the spot. Got up, no pain...went back to work.

Want more? I've got TONS of them.

Believe me...only the tip of the ice burg.

We have many healings weekly in our local church alone.

While my children were growing up, we called them "Faith Stories"...new and old miracles rehearsed to them at bedtime to teach them about God's miraculous power. If they doubted one, I told them to go ask the person in the Faith Story to confirm it and hear it first hand. As they witnessed some themselves, they rehearsed them for us too.

I love these. I don't have one to share, but honestly, I believe you all and I don't want to have to live through the awfulness of the bad parts to get to tell an eyewitness account of the good parts. I believe God.

dolfan wrote:I love these. I don't have one to share, but honestly, I believe you all and I don't want to have to live through the awfulness of the bad parts to get to tell an eyewitness account of the good parts. I believe God.

Someone commented in a Sunday School class saying that they wished to see "more miracles and healings and people raised from the dead."

My mother, a teacher, who remembered the events she had been involved in....said...."For those miraculous events to happen...Someone must be in danger, sick or dead. Are you willing?"


So, yes, it is best to Believe God.
Because one day, you may need to call on Him.

Background: Once I prayed that God would allow me to love people like He does...to be able to see their needs and help them. Whoa! Yeah, it scared me to death and unfortunately, He had to drag me kicking and screaming all the way. Many things happened that summer....

I was eating in a restaurant. The Holy Ghost heavily pressed upon me to talk to the people behind me. I ignored it...thinking "surely this is nonsense". Well, long story short...it wasn't. I glanced behind me and saw the most meanest looking couple I have ever seen in my life.

So...we got up to go to the cashier. While standing there, I was still heavily pressed and knew I had to obey. So I went back and used some lame excuse like..."Do we know each other?"

Nope...they lived in some state up north. (ARGGGG!)

But................they were in Beaumont, TX (a town 30+ miles from my church) visiting their daughter in the hospital because her boat had hit a bridge pier, ejected her out and she was severly injured. (which is the reason they were so mean looking...worry, despair, possible loss...) I had heard about the accident on the evening news.

I wrote them my name and number and assured them that I would have my church pray for them. They cheered up and thanked me profusely.

Wait....it ain't over yet!!!!

I requested prayer that very next Sunday and suddenly the pastor's wife on the front bench started a small commotion when she quickly wrote me a note and had it passed back to me.

It said, "The woman you just requested prayer for is the lady that Bro. B. (our pastor) works with at the paper plant and has visited in the hospital!"

So, I imagine that God...knowing the big picture....saw a couple desparately in need of encouragement and prayer...and saw His "willing" (tried to be anyway) child sitting next to each other and made sure we met....knowing that my pastor was working on the other end with his co-worker also.

I have really tried harder to obey His voice since then.

Guess what...I have more.

Remember the prayer I prayed (in previous post) ...and God still dragging a completely reluctant woman kicking and screaming to His answers.....

More from that summer…..

I woke up one morning early. (can we spell m-i-r-a-c-l-e! However that probably meant 8:00 at that time in my life! My street was aptly named: Lazy Lane. Ha!)) I had this very strong, pressing, feeling that I should walk down the middle of the street! Well, my children were about 4 & 2 years old and we had to be dressed and fed. I told God…(He wasn’t impressed)…“nobody is awake and if they are, they would think I am crazy.” Well the only answer I got was…. “JUST DO IT”. Since I didn’t particularly enjoy that acid remorse in the pit of my stomach and soul, I said, “yes, Lord”. (I still thot it was crazy.)

Well, by 9:00, my little family was out walking down the middle of our street. My kids thought it was an adventure, so they were happy. I heard some hammering sounds coming from an open window of my neighbor’s house, so we stopped and visited with her for awhile. I didn’t feel like this was the person we were supposed to visit, so we knocked on our elderly neighbor’s door and found out they were sick. We briefly visited with them and prayed for them before we left. I happily walked back home feeling like I had DONE God’s will.

Next door to my house was what I presumed to be an empty rental house…until I saw a little girl about the age of my son walk out on the front porch. We asked her where her mommy was and the mom stepped out the door. We invited them to church and she said her daughter could go with us the next Sunday. I, feeling quit satisfied, went home and enjoyed the rest of my day.

Sunday came and the mother knocked on my door. She tearfully told me her daughter couldn’t attend church today. I noticed she was clutching her side and wearing sunglasses. I asked her “why” and she showed me her torn shirt and black eye. Her husband had hit her the night before and had left her. She didn't want to call the police. I brought her in and prayed with her and then told her that I wanted her to come back tomorrow. We had the church pray for her too.

The next day, she showed back up on my doorstep and we started reading the Bible about salvation, and prayer. That week, she was Saved and Sanctified in my living room and we prayed earnestly for her husband to be saved too.

Later, the mom & daughter went to visit her family for a few days and then returned once again to my doorstep and told me her husband had showed up at her mom's house and pulled a gun on them and she had him arrested. We prayed again that he would be saved and she told me she would attend church with me the next Sunday.

Once again, on that Sunday morning, this young lady arrived at my door. When I opened the door, she burst into the room, hugged my neck and joyfully told me she couldn’t go to church with me today either. “Why!!”, I asked! “HE’S SAVED!!! My husband is saved!!!”.

A minister had visited and witnessed to her husband while he was in jail (yes, it does work.) and he had accepted Christ as his Savior. She said she had to go visit him today and that he would get to come home soon.

Once again, God had been working on both ends of this man’s life.

I did get to visit with the re-united family, but one week later, they moved to be closer to her mother and I never saw them again. This family never attended my church, but I encouraged them to attend one near their new home.

Oh, I forgot the ending to this one.

One of deliverance:
I get a horrible feeling of fear descend on me. The Sprit of God told me to go out to my 6ft gate and lock it and keep my children in back yard. I could not move from my front door, but stood guard until the fear passed. I told the neighbor child, not to leave until I took him home. This was a Friday afternoon. I saw nothing on the street, but one car pass. Forgot about the incident on Saturday. Sunday afternoon came....after church...and frantic neighbors called me asking if I had heard the news. A man who lived about 2 miles down the road (and around a curve) had assaulted and hung a young girl in the next town on Saturday and the media had called the neighbors. Evidently this man had prowled by my house looking for his next victim and the Holy Ghost did not allow it.

The End of the Story....

I asked two little neighbor girls that I took to church (and kind of oversaw) if they knew this man. Their "father" let them roam wild and unattended all over the neighborhood. (we lived in the country...so it was a large "neighborhood") "Oh yes", they replied. "We visited his house and talked to him." I questioned them if he had ever harmed them and thankfully their reply was no.

They weren't in my yard that day when the Holy Ghost kept my children and another neighbor child safe...and I went to my knees thanking God that He had protected them. The thought went through my mind..."WHY were they spared?" and I felt that God let me know through this one thought.......

"Because you prayed for them."

You can call it crazy all you want, but it happened.

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Another story about these same two girls.

Their father was neglectful, but in the end was afraid that he would get noticed by Child Services, so he brought home what we politely call in the south, "a live in nanny" to care for them.

The girls were able to attend church with me some, so I also invited this woman and them to a revival one night.

I've never seen this in my entire life!......but after the sermon, that woman slid into the altar like sliding into home plate and within 5 minutes (really!) came up shouting and speaking in tongues.

Well, it all happened so fast that I kinda had my doubts...but she just glowed and looked different, spoke different, acted different. I believed God had really touched this woman.

When we got home, we stood outside and talked, and I felt the strong urge to caution her about her living situation, and encouraged her to really pray tonight about her future...and that God would answer her prayers.

Well.......................I never saw the woman again.

You know why?

Because evidently......according to the angry father who stood in my living room the next day....she did pray that night.....

...and packed her bags and went home to her mother (in another town)first thing that morning!

Evidently, the "father" thought it was MY fault that he didn't have a live-in "nanny" for his children.

God does some wonderous things don't He?

Something more mundane...but just as important......

My family were going door to door one Sunday afternoon before church collecting prayer requests and inviting people to church.

My knee was hurting really bad that day and I was limping...but I was determined to go because my children had never done this before and I was determined to show them how. (brought on by a Sunday School discussion that morning about getting out of our comfort zones and reaching out to the neighborhood...and I rememberd something I had done with my gleaner group years ago.)

I thought the street that ran behind our church was flat, but saw that it was hilly instead. I told my family that I might have go to a few houses to teach them how, but I may not be able to make it up and down the hills with my knee pain.

Well......(you know what happened don't you)....about the 5th house down...we were so excited...the kids were so excited...that I suddenly realized that I was running up the hill to get to the next house...with no pain at all in my knee!

We had split into two groups and were able to visit 8-10 houses and were able to pray with a few, including praying with a man who was in tears because his wife had left him....hurting people.

Then, because we were almost late for church, we went running back down the street .....excited to turn in our prayer requests. Knee pain gone..no limp at all.

Ain't God Grand!

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I won't tell the whole story here.......

But...long story short....

A dumb 14 year old, a rat tail comb, an ear drum, and a wall...well you can imagine.

Thankfully, the Lord is merciful with dumb 14 year olds....

End result: He did heal my busted eardrum after the accident.

Survived a car accident. Great pain. Went to church. Said, "God if you want me healed, you'll have to send them to me to pray for me because I can't make it to altar. My pastor told them to go to me and annoint me (without knowing my request to God) and after shouting around the church again...no more pain or problems from that accident.

Realized I didn't tell the WHOLE story.

My husband's mother and Aunt decided to attend church with us one Sunday, so he and our small son went to pick them up on one car....while my 5 year old daughter and I came later in the other car.

As we crossed a railroad track, my daughter leaned forward from the back seat and I realized she didn't have her seat belt on. I fussed at her to put it back on, that "she could get hurt" if we had a car accident. She said, "Oh, momma, we won't get in a car accident!". I told her, "Get that seat belt on right now or I'll pull over and give you a spanking too!" She got the seat belt on.

Five minutes later, we were wrapped around a tree. A young man, in a hurry to get to church, passed us on a two lane road. Unfortunately the two cars in front of him decided to slam on their brakes as soon as he got in front of me. He got stopped, but I couldn't.

To avoid rear ending him, I went off the road, (my mirror hitting his fender and shattering my driver's side window) and I went under a mimosa tree and then suddenly there was an oak tree in my way (in a somebody's front yard). I swerved and my front fender was ripped off and my front driver's wheel/tire hit the tree and was peeled back like a banana peel.

Everything was in slow motion.....my shoes coming off, filling up with glass and coming back on...the pressure on my collar bone...to the point of breaking until the tire bounced us off the tree, instead of caving in on it. My daughter's glasses flying off her face from the back seat and hitting the front windshield.

Thank God that He had showed me that my daughter's seat belt was off earlier! We both got out of the car and seemed unscathed. We walked away. A good samaritan drove to the church two miles away and told my husband of our accident and where we were at.

My daughter was just perfect and never was even sore...I however had taken the brunt of the tree crash. Two days later, I began to have a lot of pain in my side....and as the day went on, it became more severe.

We had to go to town, but the pain kept getting worse and I asked my husband to stop by the pastor's house and get annointed and prayed for.

We did and I tell you...the Holy Ghost fell...we all were shouting...and this time....I got worse!!

I had them pray again and I got worse! Well, THAT had never happened before!!

As I was leaving, I was still refusing going to the hospital....just wanting to go home and rest really....but as I was collapsing in the front yard, my husband just scooped me up and took me to the ER two blocks down the road.

Xrays just showed that I had been jerked so hard that the lining of my lung was badly inflamed (pleurisy). Not life threatening...but felt like I was dying!

They gave me pain killers and I didn't think they were working until the middle of the night when they wore off and I woke up screaming and couldn't breath. It felt like someone shoved a dagger into my lung and twisted. I spent the rest of the week knocked out by pain killers until I could breath without them.

By the next Sunday, I was DETERMINED to get to church (having missed it the week before). I was so weak and still in some pain, that I could barely walk to our pew, much less walk up to the altar. The rest of what happened is quoted again:

Survived a car accident. Great pain. Went to church. Said, "God if you want me healed, you'll have to send them to me to pray for me because I can't make it to altar. My pastor told them to go to me and annoint me (without knowing my request to God) and after shouting around the church again...no more pain or problems from that accident.

What I didn't realize was after I left the church that afternoon (there was a wedding shower that afternoon, I could now attend...now that I was healed!) that a young man visitor had witnessed the way I had walked into the church and watched the Holy Ghost shout me around the church and how I was healed on the spot. I was much more energetic when I left and very much out of pain. I was told later that the young man said, "Did you see that!! The Lord healed her!!" The people who brought him prayed with him and said he gave his heart to the Lord. Remember, the very same thing happened when I was two years old and was healed of a broken collar bone.

I knew then why the Lord didn't heal me when we prayed at my pastor's house. The Holy Ghost was letting us know He was there and that the Lord heard our prayers...but it wasn't time yet. I did get worse and suffer all week long...but on the next Sunday...the healing came...ALL for God's glory...and as a witness to His power...so that a soul would be saved.

When I heard that, I felt that every minute of pain was definitely worth it.

Praise God!

The Lord hasn't instantly healed us every time we've prayed. I have had a broken foot that wasn't healed, and other physical ailments that I and my family have had and even still suffers with.....but right now, I am just sharing the victories.

Here's a somewhat amusing one (not at first...but later, we could see the humor in it.)

My Dad had his first heart attack in his thirties after a very stressful move. My parents were on the road and my Dad went unconscious and wasn't breathing in the passenger side of a truck. My mother didn't know what was wrong, but said that the Holy Ghost told her to hit him as hard as she could in his chest with her fist. So she did and it defibbed His heart and he came to. They didn't have CPR training back then. (My mother had shared this story with my children.)

Fast forward about 25+ years and my husband woke up terribly sick and in a lot of pain. He suddenly turned pale whilte, seizured, and passed out. I thought he was having a heart attack. I turned and called for my son and he....remembering his grandmother's story....doubled up his fist and rared back. I reached up and grabbed his fist just in time and said, "No! He is still breathing!!"

So my son did the next thing he could think of...he said "IN THE NAME OF JESUS!" and started praying for his Dad. (honestly, if it hadn't been so stressful...I would have probably rolled on the floor laughing...because he said it so dramatically. ) But....My husband suddenly woke up and was disoriented, but was able to get on the gurney himself when the ambulance arrived.

The hospital ran test after test, but they couldn't find the reason why he had been in so much pain or passed out. We got to go home the next day after tests, but had to return for another one....but still no reason. They finally just released him and told him he was fine...go home. We were grateful it wasn't a heart attack or anything serious.

I happened to run into some of my husband's co-workers and they said, "yeah, some people at work had gotten sick over the 40 pizza's they had ordered that day."

The only thing we could finally figure out was that my husband had contracted a severe case of food poisoning that made him pass out due to the intense pain. However, during my son's prayer, the Lord had instantly healed him and all the symptoms had disappeared...so they couldn't figure out what had been wrong.

Although my son DRAMATICALLY called out to God...and I now find it amusing looking back on it ...it obviously worked and the Lord moved on our behalf.