HEALED FROM A BROKEN BACK

* If you need HEALING then read this article! (By Dr. Michael H Yeager)

Broken Back Healed (1977)

I share these stories, my personal experiences, hoping that they will give you an insight in how to receive healing, even in the most difficult situations. 

Now in the winter of 1977, (I was 21 years old) I was working at the Belleville Feed & Grain Mill. My job was to pick up the corn, wheat, and grain, oats from the farmers, and bring it to the mill. There it would be mixed and combined with other products for the farmers’ livestock.

One cold, snowy day, the owner of the feed mill told me to deliver a load of cattle feed to an Amish farm. It was an extremely bad winter that year, with lots of snow. I was driving an International 1600 Lodestar. I backed up as far as I could to this Amish man’s barn without getting stuck. The Amish never had their lanes plowed in those days, and they most likely still do not. I was approximately seventy-five feet away from his barn, which meant that I had to carry the bags at least seventy-five feet. I think there were about eighty bags of feed, with each bag weighing approximately one hundred pounds. During those years I only weighed about 130 pounds.

 I would carry one bag on each of my shoulders, stumbling and pushing my way through the heavy, deep snow to get up the steep incline into the barn. Then I would stack the bags in a dry location. As usual, nobody came out to help me. Many a time when delivering things to the farms, the Amish would watch me work without lending a helping hand. About the third trip, something frightening happened to me as I was carrying two one-hundred-pound bags upon my shoulders. I felt the bones in my back literally snap. Something drastic just happened. I fell to the ground at that very moment almost completely crippled. I could barely move. I was filled with intense overwhelming pain.

I had been spending a lot of my time meditating in the Word of God. Every morning, I would get up at about 5:00 a.m. to study. I had one of those little bread baskets with memorization scriptures in it. I believe you can still buy them to this day at a Christian bookstore. Every morning I would memorize from three to five of them. It would not take me very long, so all day long I would be meditating on these verses.

Now, the very minute I fell down, immediately I cried out to Jesus, asking Him to forgive me for my pride, and for being so stupid in carrying two hundred pounds on my little frame. After I asked Jesus to forgive me, I spoke to my back and I commanded my back to be healed in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth. 

Since I believed I was healed, I knew that I had to act now upon my faith. Please understand that I was full of tremendous pain, but I had declared that I was healed by the stripes of Jesus. The Word of God came out of my mouth as I tried to get up and then fell back down.

Even though the pain was more intense than I can express, I kept trying to get up speaking the name of Jesus, then I would fall back down again. I fell down more times than I can remember. After some time, I was able to take a couple steps, then I would fall again. This entire time I was saying, “In the name of Jesus, in the name of Jesus, in the name of Jesus.”

 I finally was able to get to the truck. I said to myself now if I believe I’m healed then I will unload this truck in the name of Jesus. Of course, I did not have a cell phone in order to call for help and the Amish did not own any phones on their property. Even if they would have had a phone, I would not have called for help. I had already called upon my help, and His name was Jesus Christ. I knew in my heart that by the stripes of Jesus I was healed. I then pulled a bag off of the back of the truck, with it falling on top of me laying in the deep snow. I would drag it a couple feet, and then fall down.

Tears were running down my face as I spoke the Word of God over and over. By the time I was done with all of the bags, the sun had already gone down. Maybe six or seven hours had gone by. I painstakingly pulled myself up into that big old 1600 Lodestar. It took everything within me to shift gears, pushing in the clutch, and driving it. I had to sit straight like a board all the way.

I finally got back to the feed mill late in the evening. Everybody had left for home a long time ago with the building being locked up. I struggled out of the Lodestar and stumbled and staggered over to my Ford pickup. I got into my pickup and made it back to the converted chicken house where I lived. I went back to my cold, unheated, plywood floor room. It took everything in me to get my clothes off. It was a very rough and long night. All night I kept thanking GOD I was HEALED! The thought never entered my mind about going to the Hospital, or seeing a Doctor! You see I knew that I knew I was HEALED even though everything about me declared I wasn't!

 I finally fell into a restless sleep. The next morning when I woke up, I was so stiff that I could not bend in the least. I was like aboard. Of course, I was not going to miss work, because by the stripes of Jesus I was healed. In order to get out of bed, I had to literally roll off the bed, hitting the plywood floor. Once I had hit the floor, it took everything for me to push myself back up into a sitting position. 

The tears were rolling down my face as I put my clothes and shoes on, which in itself was a miracle. I did get to work on time, though the drive to work and every step I took was was excruciatingly painful. Remember, I was only twenty-one at the time, but I knew what faith was and what it wasn’t. I knew that I was healed no matter how it looked, that by the stripes of Jesus Christ I was healed.

When I got to work I did not tell my boss that I had been seriously hurt the day before. I did not ask about workman's comp or insurance. I walked into the office trying to keep the pain off of my face. For some reason, he did not ask me what time I made it back to work. I did not tell him to change the time clock for me in order to be paid for all of the hours I was out on the job. 

They had me checked out at the normal quitting time. (The love of money is what causes a lot of people not to get healed.) My boss gave me an order for feed that needed to be delivered to a local farmer. If you have ever been to a feed and grain mill, you know that there is a large shoot where the feed comes out. After it has been mixed, you have to take your feed bag, and hold it up until it’s filled. It creates tremendous strain on your arms and your back, even if you’re healthy.

 As I was filling the bag, it almost felt like I was going to pass out, because I was in tremendous pain. Now, I’m simply saying, “In the name of Jesus, in the name of Jesus, in the name of Jesus” under my breath. The second bag was even more difficult than the first bag, but I kept on saying, “In the name of Jesus.” 

I began on the third bag and as I was speaking the name of Jesus, the power of God hit my back like a bolt of Lightning and at that moment I was instantly and completely, totally healed from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. I was healed as I went on my way. My place of employment never did know what had happened to me. That has been over 40 years ago, and my back is still healed by the stripes of Christ to this day.

* This story plus many others are included in this book I have written about Smith Wigglesworth. 

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