LIFE ON THE ALTAR

This article is from Issue 7, Called to be Filled With The Holy Spirit

Salvation and Healing
Faye Powell, Lincolnshire UK

When I was a child I went to Sunday School with my old Grandma Maud, who I spent many a day with at her bungalow, singing and reading the bible. In time my grandmother passed away, but I kept singing and thinking about her and Jesus. I met John when I was in my thirties and we married in 1970. We had a lovely little girl who we called Rachel, who as a teen played her guitar at a youngster’s club held by the Plymouth Brethren, and in time John and I joined membership of this Church.

Later, I became very ill with my spine, and could hardly hobble along. For five months I was in a wheelchair, waiting to see a specialist at Stamford Hospital. After a CT scan I was told that nothing could be done as the bones in my back were distorted. They said that if they tried to re-align the bones I could be easily paralysed. So I was brought home to manage in the wheelchair, with John to look after me. This was a big disappointment

In time, we went to a Baptist Church where the pastor and the people were very helpful and thoughtful towards us. I still wasn’t saved, though I took part in the weekly home bible studies. One particular Wednesday it was our turn to meet at our home. That evening I was going to tell them that I didn’t want any more studies at our house. I said, “I still do not believe.” At the close of the meeting the pastor asked us to pray together, so I closed my eyes, as you do!! It was then that something happened. As I was sitting with eyes closed, I was aware that my right arm was so cold, then it became hot and wet.

In a vision I looked up and there was Jesus on the Cross above my head. Oh, what a sight He was. There was water running from His body and blood from His head coming onto me. I opened my eyes and looked at my pastor. He asked me if I was all right, and I said, “Oh, I’ve just met Jesus on the Cross.” He shouted, “Hallelujah!!” Everyone was crying and saying, “Praise God, Praise the Lord.” That night I was saved. What a Saviour!

About three weeks after, John and I went to bed, and snuggling up as usual, I felt a lovely warmness between my shoulders. I turned to my husband and said, “Oh, John that’s lovely.” He said, “What is?” I said, “I can feel a lovely warmth from your hands on my shoulders.” He replied, “I am not touching your shoulders,” popping them out from beneath the bedclothes. I said, “I feel lovely,” and then we drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I climbed out of bed. There was no pain. I walked to the door. There was no pain. I said, “John, I don’t hurt, just look. I can stand up and walk.”  I lifted up my arms. What had happened? GOD HAS HEALED ME! John said, “Go steady love,” to which I replied, “I tell you I am healed!”

John has preached God’s Word all over the place, and God has used us both to sing to the congregations with our guitar. I am now seventy-seven years old. Apart from generalised arthritis I am still active, and praise God we are going on with the Lord.

Taken from Life On The Altar Publication
Issue 7 Winter 2022/2023