HOW TO GET HEALED OF A BROKEN BACK!!! *HEALED of a Broken Back In the winter of 1977, I was working at the Belleville Feed and 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 still approximately seventy-five feet away from his barn which meant that I had to carry the bags at least that far. I think there were about eighty bags of feed with each one 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. Inside, 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 ever offering a helping hand. After about the third trip, something frightening happened to me while carrying these two one hundred pound bags upon my shoulders. I felt the bones in my back snap. Something drastic happened. I fell to the ground; at that very moment almost completely crippled. I could barely move. I had been spending a lot of my time meditating on 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. As soon as I fell, I immediately cried out to Jesus asking Him to forgive me for my pride and for being so stupid to carry 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 I fell back down. Even though the pain was more intense than I can express, I kept getting up and then falling back down again. I fell down more times than I can remember. After some time I was able to take a couple steps, but I would fall right back down 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 telephone, I would not have called for help. I had already called upon my Help and His name is Jesus. I knew in my heart that by the stripes of Jesus, I was healed. I pulled a bag off of the back of the truck. It fell on top of me, knocking me down. I got up, dragged it for a couple feet and then fell down again. 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. I painstakingly pulled myself up into that big old 1600 Lodestar. It took everything within me to push in the clutch, shift gears and drive. I finally got back to the feed mill late that evening. Everybody had already left for home long before, leaving the building locked. I struggled out of the Lodestar, then stumbled and staggered over to my Ford pickup. I got inside and made it back to the converted chicken house that I was living in. 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. 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 of it and plummet to the floor. Once I had hit the floor, it took everything in 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. This in itself was a miracle. I did get to work on time even 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 about all of the extra hours I worked the night before. They had me clocked 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 then you know that there is a large shoot where the feed comes out. As the grain is mixed, you must extend both arms grasping the feed sack and holding it up until it’s filled from the shoot. One can imagine the tremendous strain placed upon the arms and back, even on a non-injured individual. As I was filling the bag, it almost felt like I was going to pass out because of the excruciating pain. I muttered under my breath saying, “In the name of Jesus, in the name of Jesus, in the name of Jesus.” The second bag was even more difficult than the first but I kept on saying, “In the name of Jesus.” I began on the third bag and, as I was speaking Jesus’ name, the power of God hit my back and I was completely and totally healed from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. I was healed and I went on my way. My place of employment never did know what had happened to me.
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