One day, while working in the Outpatient Department, a woman called out to me as I passed. She seemed familiar, but I couldn’t recollect where I knew her from. As I approached her, I had an impression to hug her, though I wondered why.
After the hug, she mentioned that her son was in the male ward and asked if I could pray for him. I agreed, but felt a twinge of fear, wondering what she expected—a healing, perhaps?
Then I heard the Holy Spirit say, “Just preach.”
I invited my colleague, Agent V.N.B., to join me. Together, we met her son, D.D., who had been hospitalised for seven months without a clear diagnosis. His entire body was also swollen.
Rather than focusing on his condition, I shared about Jesus, the importance of repentance, and experiencing God’s mercy. I also shared my testimony, emphasising holiness and being born again. As I spoke, D.D. and his mother listened attentively. By the end of the preaching, he rededicated his life to God.
While praying for him, my partner had seen a vision of the spirit of death pointing a scythe at him. However, as D.D. repeated the prayer, she saw light surround him. Then I spoke with his mother, who admitted that she had engaged in practices like blood sacrifices and visiting shrines. I felt led to guide both of them in renouncing those actions and seeking God’s mercy. We prayed for cleansing and freedom from their past.
Afterwards, I felt a strong burden to keep praying for D.D. Wherever I was, the Holy Spirit would remind me to intercede for him. Over the following weeks, I continued visiting him—sometimes alone, and other times with brethren like Agents M.S.M. and T.E.
During one visit, while discussing the topic of Christian growth, I was led to emphasise thanksgiving and avoiding complaints. I reminded him of the biblical instruction to approach God with gratitude, even in hard times. He admitted feeling frustrated, comparing himself to peers who seemed more successful. I encouraged him to thank God for life and the ability to speak, see, and feel, blessings the deceased no longer experience.
Less than three days later, D.D. sent me a message thanking me for my care. Concerned he might sense his death approaching, I went to see him early the next morning. To my amazement, his swelling was gone, and he was smiling.
When I asked if the doctors had drained the excess fluid, he said they hadn’t. Instead, the doctors found no trace of the swelling, monitored him for a few days, and discharged him. It took me a moment to grasp the miracle, but I witnessed firsthand the power of praise as a weapon of warfare.
Today, D.D. is alive, well, and serving God in Eket, Nigeria. Staying in touch with him is challenging, but his story reminds me of God’s transformative power and how He uses our vulnerabilities to reach others.
Praying for D.D. often brought memories of my late mother, who had similar symptoms. The enemy tried to discourage me with thoughts of her passing despite my prayers, but I chose faith over doubt. I thank God for the teachings of Pastor Ita Udoh, which have brought healing to my soul and equipped me to lead others to healing. I thank God for the healing and deliverance I’ve experienced through evangelism and the privilege to serve Him.
© GAM 2024
