illustrations that light up life

June 20, 2012 at 6:23 am (Illustrations)

Rev. E. Anderson

THE MARVEL OF THE HAND

DR. PAUL BRAND, a brilliant surgeon who worked at the Christian Medical College in Vellore, India, writes: 1 work with the marvels of the hand nearly every day…But one time of the year holds special meaning for me…When the world observes Passion Week.J reflect on the hands of Jesus…those hands that had done so much good were taken, one at a time, and pierced through with a thick spike… Roman executioners drove their spikes through the wrist, through the carpal tunnel that houses finger-controlling tendons and the median nerve…maiming the hand into a daw shape, and Jesus had no anaesthetic-Later his weight hung from them, tearing more tissue, releasing more blood. Has there ever been a more helpless image? The disciples, who’d hoped he was the Messiah, cowered In the darkness or drifted away.’ But that’s not the test time we see Jesus’ hands. The Bible says: ‘When it was evening on the first day of the week, Jesus’ followers were together. The doors were locked, because they were afraid of the elders. Then Jesus came and stood…in the middle of them and said, “Peace be with you.” After…this, he showed them his hands…His followers were thrilled when they saw the Lord.’

Dr. Brand adds: ‘For the remainder of his time here, Jesus chose [to minister through] scars in each hand. That’s why I believe God hears and understands our pain…he kept those scars as a lasting image of wounded humanity. He knows what life on earth is like because he has been there. His hands prove rt’ So bring your wounds to Jesus today and let Him make you whole; body, mind and soul.

 

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healing testimonies

June 20, 2012 at 6:20 am (Healing Testimonies)

Mrs. McQuoiod

Instantly Healed

At the Ulster Temple, Belfast

I suffered with internal trouble for three years. The doctors could not understand the nature of my complaint, but eventually suggested that I should go to hospital, where they decided to operate on me, thus leaving me in a worse con­dition than previously. After this operation I had no rest. 1 was in pain night and day, and gradually grew worse.

I attended a Divine healing meeting conducted by Principal George Jeffreys, during his campaign in the Ulster Temple, Belfast, where he \vas praying for and laying hands on the sick, I was prayed for, and immediate­ly the Principal laid his hands on me I felt the power of God vibrating through my whole body. I was instantaneously healed, obtaining complete de­liverance. To God be the glory.

 

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great stories

June 20, 2012 at 6:15 am (Great Stories)

Rev. E. Anderson

THE COMFORT OF A COLD, WET NOSE

 

Barbara Baumgardner

I hadn’t even wanted the dog in the first place! My husband insisted I get him to replace the dog that had died recently.

Soon, he was “my dog,” a friend and faithful companion; not asking for any more than I was willing to give—a daily meal, a kind word, a warm bed. But not my bed! No dogs allowed on my bed.

The night after my husband died, I lay there, staring into the darkness, my pillow soppy wet with the unending flow of tears. The bed seemed so big all by myself and I was wonder­ing how long it takes for a good case of “loneliness” to heal when I first felt it move. It was cold and clammy and creeping at a very slow pace into my open hand outside the covers. The solidified jelly-like mass was followed by prickly hairs and just before I screamed, a muffled but familiar whine came from the creature that was forcing its cold, wet nose into my trembling hand.

“Oh, Shawn! What are you doing on my bed?” I threw my arms around his thick hairy neck and hugged and hugged.

In the days and months to follow, I came to realize that this dog I hadn’t wanted was a gift of love from God. He was a warm fuzzy on my bed every night; a companion always will­ing, wagging, and available to go for a walk when I needed to get out of the house. Twice, he snapped at me as I wailed loudly and out of control, as if to reprimand me to be strong and of good courage.

Shawn taught me all about love and acceptance and for­giveness. That crazy dog loves me just as I am. And so I’ve learned to be a warm fuzzy to those around me who are hurting and to approach them gently, loving them just as they are. Like my dog curled up by the warm fire, I just want to be there in case I’m needed. I thank God for providing a friend when I felt alone, and for the comfort of a cold, wet nose.

 

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