If you believe in God, do you think God can save you from cancer?
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I ask “how far do I have to walk before you let me out of here?” He laughlingly says, “1 mile”.
I keep confessing I am going to get up and walk out of here.
Then on the other side I could move a toe! More pain. I had not thought about pain. It was there regardless! And the volume on the pain was very high!
How can I handle my distrust and jealousy for my partner?
You must not be unstable. If you believe and confess with your mouth, and believe in your heart you are healed, and the next day tell your neighbor you are dying of cancer, you will not get healed.
Romans were top professionals at inflicting pain and death.
The healing power of God is unlimited.
Of vital importance, your faith will be seen every time you believe with your heart and say with your mouth.
On day 27 I am stood upright slowly at the parallel bars. My legs went limp. They did not do what I wanted. Eventually with a lot of strength from my arms I make it to the end of the parallel bars (around 9ft, 3m). Did my back ever complain. That afternoon my Dr. comes in and gives me his report.
We are not told how many lashes Christ received. Deuteronomy says no more than 40 were allowed. Usually the Jews gave 39, so as to not miscount and go over.
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28 days after breaking my back, I went home. Back then schools did not have Air Conditioning. It was hot and itchy. I pulled all the gauze liner out of the cast with a coat hanger. No shower for 28 days, then another 30. But I was home, back with family and girlfriend. I started my senior year in a cast.
You can't be unstable in your faith (and esecially with your mouth). Your mouth and heart must be consistent.
One day I felt a pin prick in my thigh. Soon fter I could move a single toe on one side. Then another toe, and another. This did wonders to my faith! I felt pain return to that leg. Did it ever hurt! It was hot and electric. It got worse as more feeling returned.
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I kept saying “I am going to get up and walk out of here". The nurses said “sure you are", did you hit your head?
One on the right (above)
When the Dr. Comes in late that afternoon to check on me, I tell him that I have walked one mile, to check with the nurse in the hall. He leaves, and after a while comes back in.
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Being whipped with this often killed the person being flogged. Notice very little of the body on the Shroud is without one of these Scurge marks. Almost no atch of skin is left whole.
It takes me from early morning to mid afternoon, but I walk one mile with no crutches, cane, walker, or help.
1 Peter 2:24 1 Peter 2:24 Who his own self bore our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes you were healed. To God, it is done. A matter of fact; it is paid for; yours for the taking; part of the inheritance of God's children. Exactly like being born again belongs to anyone with the faith to take it by faith.
He says “I keep my word, your parents are on their way to pick you up". I cried I was so thankful to God, and so happy.
Decide in your heart who are you going to believe? The one who made you, or a man?
On the 27th day after breaking my back I was put into a cast from my hips to armpits. This was now late July in North Carolina! You can't take it off. (After weeks it stinks. It itches. It is so hot).
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But I was walking!
What can you believe for, is the question?
You don't pick up the phone and say to your friends “the doctor says I am dieing". You just pulled your faith up be the roots.
You say “I believe by the Stripes of Jesus Christ I am healed.” [notice it says ye were healed, past tense. God has put your cancer onto Christ when his skin was ripped off his back by the Roman terrible scurge (a whip with 7 strands, each with a metallic dumbell of spikes, that caught and ripped the skin off with each blow). This is why it was called the terrible scurge.
The summer of my 17th year, and I am staring at the ceiling of my room. I can't roll over. I can't see out the window. I have needles running in me and a tube running out, after they determine I am going to live, and start giving me water, and eventually a bit of their “food". If my dear grandmother had not smuggled in food, I likely would have starved.
You can say “I believe by the Stripes of Jesus Christ I am healed" when friends ask. You must mean it in your heart. You can't hide your lack of faith from God.
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This whipping however was done by the Romans. Did they follow the Jewish tradition for blasphemy? 39 lashes X 7 strands = 273 stripes. The back and chest would have been unrecognizable. Like in this image. Imagine carrying the crossbar of the cross on shoulders beaten like this. Actual diagrams have the crossbar sitting atop the upright to form a “T" shaped cross according to researchers. This is much simpler to build.
Day 28. The nurse brings in a walker and crutches. They help me stand up, and hand me the crutches. I hand the crutches back and say “no thanks”. I slowly and awkwardly walk into the long hospital hall. I count the squares to the nurses desk where 4 halls come together.
I ask the nurse to make a mark beside my name on a sheet of paper each time I come walking to the desk. I calculate the number of trips to make a mile.
I was paralyzed from falling of a tower 35 feet (10.67m). No feeling at all in each leg when I prayed sincerely, and asked God His will for my life. My L1 Vertebra was 75% in tiny fragments. Doctors said it was too bad to operate. God said to me “Tell everyone I am going to get up and walk out of here".
“Crosses made 300 years afterwards lack accuracy". All the “true pieces of the Cross” on display have been estimated to fill a large cathedral in volume. Caveat emptor (Let the buyer beware).
The body clearly shows where each dumbell struck. Magnify the image.