by Peter Twitchell
God is real! And He loves each and every one of us. I was 22 years old and newly married when my appendix burst and released poison into my body. I wasn’t feeling well and all I wanted to do was sleep.
Before I dozed off I overheard the doctor at the PHS hospital in Bethel tell my wife Betty, “Peter has a 50/50 chance of making it.” Meaning I had a 50% chance of living and 50% chance I could die.
Immediately I said a prayer to the Lord God Almighty to heal me and I dozed off to a deep sleep. I awoke feeling comfortable and my fever had broken.
I credit Jesus Christ of Nazareth for making me well again with doctor’s help, his servant. Our Lord God Jesus Christ of Nazareth is a God of Miracles! He is our Creator and we are his children. He loves each and every one of us. He wants us to turn to him in faith in our time of need.
He healed me again in 1983 when I lost all sensation of feeling in my feet and hands. The doctor in Bethel told me he had scheduled an MRI at the Alaska Native Medical Center and told me on a Saturday to get on the Wein Air Alaska flight on Monday morning and that someone would meet me at the Anchorage Wein Air Alaska terminal.
That evening I decided to take a walk around the block from Watson’s Corner down the road to the Tugkar Building, up the road to the Pentecostal Church, up the road to the National Guard armory, loop around Cablevision and across the road back home.
My walk was cut short – the gospel singing inside the church reminded me of the choirs at the Moravian church when I was a boy. It was a beautiful dusty evening in Bethel and I walked into the church where Paul Jenkins’ congregation prayed over me.
My affliction of losing all sense of feeling in my hands and feet was healed. Pastor Jenkins, as soon as I opened that church door made an invitation.
“Anyone who needs prayer for healing, come up.”
I closed the door and walked directly up to Pastor Jenkins and we prayed. Pastor Jenkins told me to my face, “We can’t heal you, only Jesus can. By his stripes we are healed, pray with us for healing.”
I began to pray and at that moment his congregation joined in an started praying for me. They laid their hands on me and immediately I felt the heat on my head migrate down my face/neck/chest down to my feet.
I decided to go home and go to sleep for my morning flight to leave Bethel for Anchorage. I slept and awoke the next morning to a great surprise/miracle! After 3 whole years of not having feeling in my hands and feet I had feeling. God is real!
I went to the PHS Hospital excited to tell the doctor who arranged the MRI for me. I found him and told him I went to church last night, had them pray for me, and I woke up this morning with feeling back in my hands and feet!
“I’m healed.”
The doctor said, “You can still go to Anchorage and get your MRI.”
I thanked the doctor and told him, “I’m going to work.”
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