HELP YOU TO GET HEALED!

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Jesus Paid the Ultimate Price!
Jesus paid the ultimate price for our healing, yours, and mine. There are so many Scriptures that we could look at pertaining to this wonderful truth, that by his stripes you were healed. Yes, there has been times when the manifestation of my healing seemed like it would never come, there has been many times when it looked like I was going to die, but I knew, that I knew, that I knew by the stripes of Jesus I was healed.
Isaiah 53:4-5 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. 1 Peter 2:24 Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. Matthew 8:16-17 When the even was come, they brought unto him many that were possessed with devils: and he cast out the spirits with his word, and healed all that were sick: That it might be fulfilled which was spoken by Esaias the prophet, saying, Himself took our infirmities, and bare our sicknesses.
As I read and meditated upon these Scriptures, something wonderful happened within my heart, and mind. I experienced a great and overwhelming sorrow in my heart, and in my soul, and at that very moment I saw the terrible pain, the agony that Jesus Christ, the son of the living God, went through for my personal healing. In my heart, and in my soul I saw that Jesus had taken my sicknesses, and my diseases. It is my heart’s desire that as you read this chapter you to might also experience this revelation of the sufferings of Christ, for your healing, and your deliverance. That you would no longer allow the devil to rob you from that which has already been purchased for you by the stripes, and the sufferings of Jesus Christ.
When God gave me this revelation, revealed to me by the Scriptures, I experienced a great an overwhelming love for the son of God, recognizing the price he had paid for my healing. It was like an open vision in which I saw my precious Lord and Savior tied to the whipping post. I saw the Roman soldiers striking, beating, and whipping the back of Jesus with the cat of nine tails. This was a Roman whip which had nine long strands, coated with oil, and covered with glass, metal shards, and sharp objects. In this vision I saw the flesh and the blood of my precious Savior splashing everything within a 10-foot radius, with each terrible stroke of the Romans soldier’s whip hitting his body.
As I saw this open vision, (as I was on my knees in prayer) I wept because I knew that this horrendous beating he was enduring was for my healing, and my deliverance. To this day, even after 40 years, whenever I retell this story, great love, and sorrow still fills my heart for what Christ had to endure for me. This is the reason why I am so aggressive in my fight to receive healing. Still I have great joy, wonderful peace, and enthusiasm in this battle, because I know that by the stripes of Jesus Christ I am healed. This amazing price that he paid (God in the flesh)was not only for me, but for every believer who has received Christ as their Lord and Savior.
1 Timothy 3:16 And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh, justified in the Spirit, seen of angels, preached unto the Gentiles, believed on in the world, received up into glory.
I am sad to say though that many within the body of Christ have not had this revelation of divine healing provided to them by the sufferings of Jesus, and still to this day are being continually afflicted by sickness, and diseases, which are caused by the devil.

*WHY PEOPLE ARE SICK (Smith Wigglesworth)Where people are in sickness you find most times that they are in darkness about biblical, and scriptural truth. They usually know three scriptures though. They know about Paul's thorn in the flesh, and that Paul told Timothy to take a little wine for his stomach's sake, and that Paul left someone sick somewhere; they forget his name, and don't remember the name of the place, and don't know where the chapter is. Most people think they have a thorn in the flesh. The chief thing in dealing with a person who is sick is to locate their exact position. As you are ministering under the Spirit's power the Lord will let you see just that which will be more helpful and most faith-inspiring to them. Once God imparts to you the revelation of the price that Christ paid for your healing and deliverance, your days of confusion are over with. Christ said: you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.
My Burned Out Vocal Cords Healed (1979)
My wife and I were attending Rhema Bible Training Center. We had arrived in Oklahoma with a Ford F250 four-wheel drive but now that school was about finished, we had to make a choice. What would be the best vehicle for us to travel in? We determined that we should sell the truck, pay the bills and buy an old work van. The van that we bought needed much work: mechanical, exterior and interior. We covered the inside of the van with carpet, building a bed all the way in the back so that when we were traveling, we would not need to get a hotel. The day after graduation we had the van loaded and were headed back to Pennsylvania.
There was only one major problem. The engine compartment was part way on the inside of the van and the valve covers were allowing oil to leak on top of the engine. This caused burning smoke to come inside the cabin. I determined that I could wait till I arrived in Pennsylvania to repair this problem. The smoke was filling the cabin to the point where I had to roll down the driver and passenger windows part way in order to breathe. My wife was all right because she stayed in the back of the van lying on the bed. There was just no way that I could avoid the fumes. I breathed them in all the way from Broken Arrow, Oklahoma to Mukwonago Wisconsin to visit relatives. Then we traveled from Wisconsin to Mount Union, Pennsylvania. Over 1400 miles I drove that old van breathing in those fumes. Close to 20 hours altogether.
You can imagine what kind of condition I was in by the time we arrived at our final destination. My lungs and my throat were burnt raw. I was having a hard time breathing and I could not speak. I naturally assumed that this would remedy itself within a few days but I could not have been more wrong. Being a preacher of the gospel, one of the most important tools at my disposal is my voice. Ever since the Lord had healed me of my speech impediment (I had been born tongue-tied), it was seldom that I was ever quiet. I was always sharing Christ, preaching and sharing what Jesus had done for me. But now, I could only speak or preach for probably less than 10 minutes before my voice was gone. During this time, I would cry out to God in a whisper asking him to help me and to restore my voice. This went on for what seemed to be months with very little results.
You see, I was making the same mistake that many people are making today. I did not need to ask God to heal me because of the fact that He had already done it 2000 years ago. What I needed to do was to take authority over this physical affliction, command it to go and for my voice to be healed. I needed to command my vocal cords to be strong and healthy.
Beloved saints, we need to believe God to become impervious to destruction and damage. Impervious to destruction? What do I mean by that statement? Did not Jesus declare that He gave us power over the enemy and that nothing shall by any means come to harm us? I am not suggesting that we tempt the Lord by doing foolish things but when we get into situations like this, we need to take the authority that we have in Jesus' name and take what belongs to us because of what Christ accomplished for us.After a while I finally got fed up, disgusted and angry with this throat and voice condition. I did not get angry with God but with the devil, and with myself for putting up with it.
You need to know who your enemy really is. Even if you’re the one who opened the door for the enemy, you can repent of your stupidity and ask God to forgive you and thereby receive forgiveness by faith. After you do this, it’s time to go to war in order to take what is rightfully yours. Maybe some would be curious why I did not run to the medical world? The truth of the matter is that I see sickness, disease and infirmity as a spiritual condition. If I deal with it in the spiritual, then it will be dealt with in the natural.
After one particular Sunday service when I had once again lost my voice, I finally put my foot down. I first went to the Father in prayer in the name of Jesus. I spoke to the Father about all of the promises of healing, that I was a child of God and that healing was a part of the covenant He had made with me. I knew that even in the old covenant, healing was available for God’s people. I was not doing this because I thought that the Lord needed to be reminded. I was doing it to build up my own faith in light of the reality of my rights as a child of God. After a while, I perceived in my heart that it was time to address the enemy about my throat and my vocal cords. I took the name of Jesus, speaking His Name in a whisper, and commanded my body to be healed and the works of the enemy to cease.
Once I had finished along this line, from that moment forward with a whisper I began to praise God and worship His Name, thanking Him that I was healed. No ifs, an or buts, I was healed. From that moment forward, no matter how I felt, I kept thanking God that I was healed.
This was not something that I went about broadcasting to anybody else. As far as I was concerned, from that moment forward I was healed! For the next couple days, I just kept thanking the Lord over and over even though I could barely speak with a whisper. I was not trying to convince God or myself of this reality. I just knew, that I knew, that I knew that I was healed. A number of days went by when I woke up one morning with all of the symptoms gone. For the last 37 years I have been able to preach like a house on fire and very seldom ever lose my voice. It is the reality that "by His stripes we were healed" that gives us the victory!
Galatians 3:13 Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:
Christ’s was made a curse for us that we might be made free from the curse of the law. Jesus took our pains, and bore our sicknesses. He was wounded for our transgressions, and by his stripes we are healed. Right Now we are healed by the stripes of Jesus. God is not a man that he should lie, nor the son of man that he should repent. To a person who doesn't understand how faith in Christ works this will be confusing. To a person with who has not had a revelation (faith is a revelation of God’s will, quickened to your heart) of the price that Jesus Christ paid for our healing, this will not make any sense. By faith you need to see that every sickness, and every disease is not from heaven, but from the devil.
Acts 10:38 How God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Ghost and with power: who went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed of the devil; for God was with him.
Most believers believe that when they gave their hearts to Christ that all of their sins which they had committed up to that time were instantly and completely forgiven. There forgiveness is not based on how they feel, or if anyone else agrees or disagrees with them. Of course I can go back into the sin which I have repented of, but then I will need to once again repent of it. If we take a closer look at first Peter 2:24 we will discover that sin and sickness is covered in the same Scripture.
1 Peter 2:23 Who, when he was reviled, reviled not again; when he suffered, he threatened not; but committed himself to him that judgeth righteously:24 Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.
The question becomes how do we acquire, or walk in righteousness. We do it by faith in Christ Jesus by believing and trusting in his fulfilled and accomplished work. This is exactly the same way how we apprehend the divine healing that Christ has already purchased for us in his sufferings, death, and resurrection. It is all discovered in one wonderful package of salvation and redemption by the blood, the stripes, the agonies, the sufferings, the death, and the resurrection of Jesus Christ. May God give us the revelation that we are healed, and not that we are going to be healed. 99% of the time I walk out my healing before I ever see a physical manifestation of it.
How God Miraculously Healed My Broken BackI 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 working at the Belleville Feed & Grain Mill. My job was to pick up the corn, wheat, and 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 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 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.
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 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 getting back 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 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. Now, 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. 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. 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.
The next morning when I woke up, I was so stiff that I could not bend in the least. I was like a board. 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 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 every step 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 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 and 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 38 years ago, and my back is still healed by the stripes of Christ to this day.