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SKETCHES FROM THE LIFE STORIES OF MEN WHO HAVE HEARD FROM
HEAVEN AS IN BIBLE DAYS, AND WHOSE MINISTRIES ARE NOW REACHING
MILLIONS OF PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD FOR CHRIST

MEN WHO HEARD
FROM HEAVEN

Clifton ErlduM

Vilmr Gardner

W. T. Granr

Gayla Jackson

T. I. Otbern

Raymond T. Rlchoy

Richard Vinyard

Men Who Heard

From Heaven

Sketches from The Life Stories of
Evangelists Whose Ministries are Reaching

Millions

As Told By Themselves

Compiled %\gORDON LINDSAY
Author of

BIBLE DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN

WORLD EVANGELIZATION NOW

AMAZING DISCOVERIES IN THE WORDS OF JESUS

PRESENT EVENTS IN THE LIGHT OF PROPHECY

LIFE OF JOHN ALEXANDER DOWIE

THE WORLD TODAY IN PROPHECY

DRAMATIC GOSPEL SKETCHES OF LIFE AND DEATH

THUNDER OVER PALESTINE

EDITOR OF The Voice of Healing

PUBLISHED BY THE VOICE OF HEALING PUBLISHING CO.

ORAL ROBERTS UNIVERSITY
LIBRARY

COPYRIGHT,

1953

BY

CORDON LINDSAY

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES

AT COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, NEW YORK

Books, from which sketches are taken, are as follows:

"THE PRICE OF GODS MIRACLE WORKING POWER" BY A. A. ALLEN

"SUPERNATURAL DELIVERANCE" BY CLIFTON ERICKSON

"THE GOD OF MIRACLES LIVES TODAY" BY VELMER GARDNER

"THE GRACE OF GOD IN MY LIFE" BY W. V. GRANT

"THE MINISTRY AND HEALING OF ALTON L. HAYES"

"DIVINE DELIVERANCE" BY GAYLE JACKSON

"SCARS AND STRIPES OF CALVARY" BY STANLEY W. KAROL

"CHRISTS DELIVERANCE FOR SOUL AND BODY" BY W. B. MCKAY

"i SAW THE LORD" BY WILBUR OGILVD2

"HEALING THE SICK AND CASTING OUT DEVILS" BY T. L. OSBORN

Other books by these evangelists are listed below:

A. A. Allen

"GOD'S GUARANTEE TO HEAL YOU"

"RECEIVE YE THE HOLY GHOST"

"DEMON POSSESSION—IS IT REAL?"

Velmer Gardner

"l SPENT SATURDAY NIGHT IN THE DEVTL'S HOUSE"

"HEALING FOR YOU"

"WHEN GOD FIGHTS RUSSIA"

"THE WORLD'S MEANEST THIEF"

W. V. Grant

"DIVINE HEALING ANSWERS,

$1"

"DIVINE HEALING ANSWERS,

$2"

"FAITH FOB YOUB HEALING"

"HOW TO RECEIVE THE HOLY SPIRIT BAPTISM"

"SPIRITUAL GIFTS AND HOW TO RECEIVE THEM"

T. L. Osborn

"REVIVAL FIRES SWEEP CUBA"

OSBORN BOOKLETS—SET OF FIVE

"THE CREATIVE WORD"

"WORD CONFESSION"

"THE REVELATION OF FAITH"

"INFINITE LIGHT"

"SIX METHODS OF POWER"

Stanley W. Karol

"WHYS AND WHEREFORES"

"YOURS FOR THE ASKING"

All books obtainable from The Voice of Healing, Box 8658, Dallas,

Texas

Contents

CHAPTER

PAGE

1. THE PRICE OF GOD'S MIRACLE-WORKING POWER

1

A. A. Allen

2.

GODS HAND WAS UPON ME

J

Rudy Cerullo

3. "AN UNUSUAL CALL TO HEALING MINISTRY*'

12

Clifton Erickson

4.

WITH THE "SWORD"—A FLAME

19

Velmer Gardner

5. "THE GRACE OF GOD IN MY LIFE"

25

W. V. Grant

6. HOW GOD SPARED AND DIRECTED MY LIFE

30

Philip N. Green

7.

REACHING A COMMUNITY FOR CHRIST

37

L. D. Hall

8. "HOW GOD DEALT IN MY UFE"

44

H, E. Hardt

9.

DEATH STRUCK BUT GOD PERFORMED A MIRACLE!

54

Alton L. Hayes

10.

THE STORY OF MY CALL

60

Gayle Jackson

v

VI

CONTENTS

11.

ONE LETTER CHANGED MY LIFE

73

Richard Jeffery

12. MY TESTIMONY AND CALL

79

Stanley Karol

13. HE CALLED ME TO "RESCUE THE PERISHING"

84

Warren Litzman

14. I WANTED TO KNOW THAT MAN CALLED "jESUS"

88

Michael Mastro

15. "i SPENT SEVEN HOURS IN HEAVEN"

96

Rev. and Mrs. W. B. McKay

16.

"THE APPEARANCE OF CHRIST TO ME"

101

Louise Nankivell

17.

CONFIRMED ALCOHOLIC AT 22—NOW A MESSENGER OF

DELIVERANCE!

107

David Nunn

18. I SAW THE LORD

ll6

Wilbur Ogilvie

ig. MY LIFE STORY AND CALL TO THE HEALING MINISTRY

121

T. L. Osborn

20. MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF THE BAPTISM OF THE

HOLY SPIRIT

129

Everett B. Parrott

21.

"WHAT GOD HATH WROUGHT"

134

Rev. and Mrs. Raymond T. Richey

22.

VISIONS OF THE LORD

148

A. C. Valdez, Jr.

23.

WHEN CHRIST OPENED A DOOR FOR ME

l6l

Richard Vinyard

Men Wno Heard

From Heaven

(This chapter is the story of a minister who cried out to God
to show him the reason that he did not have the power of God
in his ministry. After battling many hours in prayer and fast-
ing, a supernatural light filled his prayer closet and a Voice
from heaven began to speak to him and tell him the reasons
for his lack. The vision revolutionized his ministry.)

Gliaf>ler 1

The Price of God's
Miracle-working Power

BY A. A. ALLEN

H ow long had I been here in the closet? Days or just hours?
Surely it seemed days since at my request I had heard my
wife lock that closet door from the outside! Was I really get-
ting anywhere with God? Would God answer? Would God
satisfy that hunger of my soul or would I have to admit defeat
again as so often I had done? No, I'd stay right here on my
knees until God answered or I would die in the attempt!

THE RESOLUTION TO PRAY FOR POWER

It was while pastoring my first church in Colorado, that I
definitely made up my mind that I must hear from heaven,
and know the reason that my ministry was not confirmed by
signs and wonders.

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I felt sure if I would fast and pray, God would in some way
speak to me, and reveal to me what stood between me and the
miracle-working power of God in my ministry. I was so hun-
gry for God in my own life that I felt I could not stand in the

pulpit, nor ever preach again until I heard from God, and I

told my wife my plan.
It was then that I had the greatest battle of my life. Satan
was determined that I should not fast and pray until God
answered. Many times he whipped me or tricked me out of
the prayer closet. Satan knew that if I ever contacted God,
there would be much damage to his (Satan's) kingdom, and he
meant to do all in his power to hinder me from making that
contact. Day after day I went into the prayer closet determined
to stay until God spoke to me. Again and again, I came out
without the answer. I always justified myself by saying I would
pray it through tomorrow. Things would be more favorable
then.

A DETERMINATION TO GET THE ANSWER

One day, while at the table, God spoke to my heart. I had
only taken one bite of food, and I stopped. God had spoken
to me. I knew that until I wanted to hear from God more than
anything else in the world, more than food, more than the
gratification of the flesh, God would never give me the answer
to the question that was in my heart!
I arose quickly from the table, and said to my wife, "Honey,
I mean business with God this time! I'm going back into that
closet, and I want you to lock me inside. I am going to stay
there until I hear from God."
I heard her lock the door from the outside. Before she left,
she said, "I'll let you out any time you knock."
I answered, "I'll not knock until I have the answer that I
have wanted so long." At last I had definitely made up my

GOD'S MIRACLE-WORKING POWER

3

mind to stay there till I heard from God, no matter at what
cost! Hour after hour, I battled the devil and the flesh in that
closet. Many were the times I almost gave up. It seemed to
me that the days were slipping by, and my progress was so
slowl Many times I was tempted to give it all up, and try to
be satisfied without the answer—to go on just as I had been
doing. But deep in my soul I knew I could never be satisfied
to do that. I had tried it, and found that it was not enough.

No, I would stay right here on my knees until God answered,
or die in the attempt!

THE DOOR OF HEAVEN OPENS

Then the glory of God began to fill the closet. I thought for
a moment that my wife had opened the door as the closet
began to grow light. But my wife had not opened the door of
the closet—Jesus had opened the door of heaven, and the closet
was flooded with light, the light of the glory of God!

The presence of God was so real, so wonderful, so power-

ful that I felt I would die right there on my knees. It seemed
that if God came any closer I could not stand it! Yet I wanted
it, and was determined to have it!
Was this my answer? Was God going to speak to me? Would
God at last, after these many years, satisfy my longing heart?
If only He would speak to me now! If He would just answer
my one question: "Lord, why can't I heal the sick? Why can't
I work miracles in your name? Why do signs not follow my
ministry as they did in that of Peter, John, and Paul?"

I HEAR THE VOICE OF GOD!

THEN, LIKE A WHIRLWIND, I HEARD HIS VOICE!
IT WAS GOD! HE WAS SPEAKING TO ME! THIS WAS

THE GLORIOUS ANSWER FOR WHICH I HAD WAITED
SO LONG!

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In His presence I felt like one of the small pebbles at the
foot of the towering Rockies. I felt I was unworthy even to
hear His voice. But He wasn't speaking because I was worthy.
He was speaking because I was needy. Centuries ago, He had
promised to supply that need. This was the fulfillment of that
promise.

It seemed to come faster than any human could possibly
speak; faster than I could follow mentally. God was talking to
me. It seemed God was speaking to me so rapidly I could
never remember it all. Yet I knew I could never forgetl God
was giving me a list of things that stood between me and the
power of God. After each new requirement was added to the
list in my mind, there followed a brief explanation, or a ser-
monette, explaining that requirement and its importance.
I located a short piece of pencil and a cardboard box and
began to write down the things one at a time. When the last
requirement was written down on the list, God spoke once
again, and said, "This is the answer. When you have placed
on the altar of consecration and obedience the last thing on
your list, YE SHALL NOT ONLY HEAL THE SICK, BUT

IN MY NAME YE SHALL SEE MIGHTY MIRACLES AS IN

MY NAME YE PREACH THE WORD, FOR BEHOLD I

GIVE YOU POWER OVER ALL THE POWER OF THE

ENEMY."

God revealed to me at the same time that the things that
were hindrances to my ministry, and had prevented God from
working with me, confirming the word with the signs follow-

ing, were the very same things which were hindering so many
thousands of others.

Now it began to grow darker in the closet. I felt His mighty
power begin to lift. For a few more moments, His presence
lingered, and then I was left alone.

Alone, yet not alone!

I trembled under the mighty, lingering presence of God.

GOD'S MIRACLE-WORKING POWER

5

I fumbled at the bottom of the cardboard box on which I had
been writing. In the dark, I tore the part, on which I had
written, from the box. In my hand I held the list. At last here
was the price I must pay for the power of God in my life and
ministry. The price-tag for the miracle-working power of Godl
Frantically, I pounded on the locked door. Again and again
I pounded. At last I heard my wife coming. She opened the
door. The moment she saw me, she knew that I had been with

God. Her first words were, "You've got the answer."
"Yes, Honey, God has paid me a visit from heaven, and here
is the answer." In my hand was the old brown piece of paste-
board, with the answer that had cost me so many hours of
fasting and prayer and waiting, and—yes—believing!

My wife and I sat down at the table with the list before us,
and as I told her the story, we both wept, as together we went

down the list. There were thirteen items on the list when I
came out of the closet, but I erased two which were personal,
and to me alone. The remaining eleven things make up the
contents of my book. There is one entire chapter devoted to
each of these eleven requirements. If you, too, have longed for
the manifestations of the mighty power of God in your life and
ministry, I trust that these things shall inspire you, and that

God may speak to you as He did to me, and may lead you on
to victory and greater usefulness.
Since God spoke to me that day in the closet, many pages
have been torn from the calendar. In fact many calendars have
been replaced by new ones. As the time has passed, one by
one I have marked the requirements from my list. Finally I
was down to the last two. It seemed that I would never be able
to mark off the last two. Never will I forget the day I looked
over the list and found only one thing left. I had to claim that
promisel

Why have I seen such a change in the results of my minis-
try? You ask why? Have you not guessed? The last item of the

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list God gave me in the closet of prayer has been marked off
the listl With the marking off of this last requirement has come
the fulfillment of God's promise. The sick are healed, devils
cast out. Mighty miracles are seen in the Name of Jesus, as
His Word is preachedl
(The rest of the story of the vision is told in Brother Allen's
book, "The Price of God's Miracle-working Power.)

(Shaftter 2

God's Hand Was upon Me

BY RUDY CERULLO

I was brought up a Roman Catholic, with church dogmas
instilled in my mind, and no real knowledge of God's Word to
keep me hungry for Christian truth. The two rites of the
Church, "Communion," and "Confirmation," I went through

with, and yet, without a knowledge of Salvation, except that
I was told because I was a good Catholic, I would go to
heaven when I died.

Church was a formal affair, and I attended through fear of
consequences, as we were told that one Sunday meeting missed
would mean much agony in purgatory, for this was considered
a gross sin. I saw very few, if any, in our church striving for
spiritual development, and, therefore, lost all desire for things
pertaining to God other than a one-hour weekly visit to church.

It was at this time in life that my brother came in contact

with a Full Gospel young man, and through his invitation,
went to a Pentecostal church and was saved. Then, through
the consistent Christian living of my brother Larry, I was led
to feel my need of Christ and accepted the Lord as my Saviour.

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I confessed my sins to Him and then, through faith, accepted
the washing away of my sins to the saving of my soul. This was
different from my church for there, by the rites and church
membership, heaven would be attained, but, praise God, I
found true deliverance to a heart hungry for God and ready to
receive Him.

I immediately, after salvation, sought the baptism and re-
ceived a wonderful experience, after which God called me to
preach. This call came to me when I was seeking God and
reading, "With Signs Following." I read one day a prayer that
I pinned in my Bible.

"God, find my heart in closest intimacy with Thee, that I

will give my life to Thee until I expect and have a ministry

with signs following, the preaching of the Word."
Thus, at an early age, I felt a call to a ministry of Bible De-
liverance that didn't begin to be fulfilled until nine years later.

During these nine years, I preached at young people's
services, on street corners, and in jails and missions. Then, at
the proper time, I took my Bible school training.

After graduation from Bible School, I ministered about two
and a half years in pastoral and evangelistic work where I
came in close contact with the ministry of Deliverance.

Up until this time, it was very difficult to have the size and
quality of meetings I longed to be in, where God could work

in a supernatural way, but I saw how it could begin when I
attended my first Healing Campaign in Reading, Pennsylvania,
under the ministries of Brothers T. L. Osborn, and Gordon

Lindsay.

It was in this meeting that my hunger was intensified a
thousandfold for a real ministry of the supernatural. Just as I
read, and prayed and felt called in this manner nine years
before, I again felt the same surge of glory in my soul with a
witness that THIS WAS IT, and I wouldn't be satisfied with
anything less!

GOD'S HAND WAS UPON ME

9

Before my very eyes God performed such miracles and
displayed such power through His servants, that I realized

truly, "Bible Days were here again."
I praise God that the Lord led me into this great deliverance
ministry, which nine years before, God had revealed He
wanted me to have. This all transpired because two men of

God obeyed Him and visited our section of the country. I am
very happy that I am now associated with them in the great
project of the Voice of Healing.
The Reading, Pennsylvania, meeting was the first Healing

revival I attended, but it was enough to convince me that God
had this ministry for me as a fulfillment of my call nine years
before.

Feeling this so strongly, I went home, and canceled two
scheduled meetings, and sought God until I felt assured, upon
the promises of God's Word, that I, too, could pray for the
sick, and they would be healed.

During this time of seeking God for a ministry of Bible

Deliverance, I attended a few of the Vinyard meetings in

Linden, N. J., the first time he was there. It was there that all

my questions and fears about launching out into this ministry
were removed by the godly guidance of Brother Vinyard,

whom the Lord made a real blessing to me.

In my first Salvation-Healing Revival in the fall of 1949, on
the first night, God showed Himself to be the God that answers
prayer. I prayed for the sick that night and God healed a man

who was deaf in both ears, and a girl who had been deaf in
one ear all her life.

From that night, I was persuaded that the individual led by

God with a "Thus saith the Lord," could accomplish mighty
exploits through believing faith.

THE FIRST REAL MIRACLE came in the second Healing

Revival we had, in Western Pennsylvania. We were looking

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to God for a break. On the third night, a man came in with a
bad case of palsy, and an injured spine sustained in a foundry
accident two years before which left him a complete cripple

in the left leg. He had to drag it along and had no use of it or
the four small toes on the left leg. Also, there were four dead,
or numb spots on his leg. He was operated on and the doctor's
diagnosis was that several vertebrae were crushed. They said
he would never work again.
This crippled-palsied man was saved, and then wanted to
come into the prayer line. At this point (early in my healing
ministry) a fear gripped me, and I told him to wait three days
while I fasted and prayed until I was sure God would heal him.
Suddenly God spoke to me and said, "Who is going to heal

him anyway?" That was enough for me, for almost immedi-
ately an unexplainable power swept over me which minimized
my fear and gave me power to rebuke Satan. I called the man
into the prayer line and was given such freedom in prayer as
I breathed the name of Jesus. I felt such an anointing upon
me as I prayed, "In the Name of Jesus" three times. I opened
my eyes and saw that his palsy had stopped instantly. The
man asked what he should do next. Since I had never before
seen anyone prayed for as a cripple and did not know how to
answer him, I sought God's guidance and He led me, and
spoke through me. I heard myself say, "Walk in Jesus' Name,"
and walk he did!

At first, his leg dragged, then it loosened. Oh, how he praised

God! The Biblical story of the cripple at the Gate Beautiful
came to my mind, and I asked the man to do the same things.
I said, "Run, in the name of Jesus," and run he did after which
he turned flips in the air, crying out and praising God, saying,
"I'm healed, not only the palsy is gone, but my injured spine,
crippled leg, and four dead spots on my leg are healed, and

God has placed new life in my body." He went back to work
seven days later.

GOD'S HAND WAS WON ME

11

It was that miracle which caused me to so yield to God that
fear could no longer hinder me. After that, a fearless move of
God's Spirit prevailed in all our services.

God then led me into greater doors of services and instead
of preaching to the tens and twenties, God gave us hundreds
and even thousands to minister to.
We secured a tent seating 1800, then went to Mexico, where
hundreds were healed and hundreds came to God nightly.
Since that time, the Lord has allowed me to minister to many

in Convention Halls, large evangelistic meetings, large
churches, tent meetings, and camp meetings. I have had the
privilege of ministering in three different countries.
The Lord's guiding hand, and the Spirit's leading has revo-
lutionized my living, and accelerated my ministry.

All manner of sicknesses, disease and habits have been

dispelled in the name of Jesus, because my hunger for the
supernatural led me to a new fellowship with God, Who, in
turn, gave a new ministry with "Signs Following." How I thank
and praise Him because He called me, as a young boy, into

His service.

Also, may I say, in closing, that when Bible Deliverance
came within the scope of my ministry, it brought a Salvation
and Holy Ghost Baptism ministry that before was unknown
to me. More people have been saved and filled in one deliver-
ance meeting, than I used to have in six to twelve months of
revival campaigns before. Therefore, I say "Oh, how much the

Lord has done for me!"

Gk ofik r 3

"An Unusual Call to
Healing Ministry"

BY CLIFTON ERICKSON

The

call of God has been upon my life since I was a boy.

At approximately five years of age, I turned to my mother one
day and said: "Mother, when I grow up I am going to be a
preacher." Something caused me to say that, and I am sure it
was the Spirit of the Lord.

When I became eighteen years of age, we were living on a
ranch which was located in the foothills about twelve miles
from Wenatchee, Washington. A converted logger began a

revival campaign in a little packing shed three miles from
where we lived. After working ten long hours in the field, we

would walk over the hills to hear this man preach the gospel.

CONVERTED IN PACKING SHED

One memorable night, with tears streaming down his face,
he preached a simple message telling of the Love of God and

His power to save. As he plead with the people to repent and
be converted, my only sister rose to her feet, went forward and
dropped upon her knees, then my mother and father and my

"AN UNUSUAL CALL TO HEALING MINISTRY"

13

two brothers followed, and all of them knelt together at the

altar. As I stood at the rear of the building, there was a strange
stirring in my soul as the Spirit strove with me. I knew the call
of God was upon me for the ministry, and I faced a decisive
moment in my life. The minister had preached into my very
heart, and I was deeply convicted of my sins. I continued to
deliberate for a short time, and then surrendered my will com-
pletely to the Master, and went forward to the altar. As I knelt

and asked the Lord to forgive my sins, and deliver me from

my bondage, a sweet peace came into my soul. I knew that I

had at last found the true joy for which I had been seeking. In

the light of His glory and grace, the things of the world became
strangely dim.

Immediately after my conversion I began to devote much
time to Christian work. I undertook the responsibility of being
young people's leader in the little community church, and

during that time many of the young people of the community
were gloriously converted.
I soon began to realize my need for a deeper walk with God.
We had been studying in the book of Acts concerning the
Baptism of the Holy Spirit, and I was convinced that this
Bible experience was for me, so I began to seek for it with all

my heart. I finally became so desperate that I determined to
fast and pray. As I was praying, the Spirit of the Lord came
upon me, and these words were spoken: "If you will fast and
pray for three days, you will receive the Baptism of the Holy
Ghost at ten o'clock the third evening." My heart was thrilled

with expectancy as I waited for the promise.

RECEIVES UNUSUAL SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE

The third evening we decided to have a prayer meeting and
many Christians gathered together in our home to seek the face
of the Lord. As I prayed, I KNEW that the message I had

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received would be fulfilled. I waited, and WHEN TEN

O'CLOCK ARRIVED, THE POWER OF GOD CAME AND
SWEPT ME ACROSS THE ROOM, LEAVING ME PROS-

TRATE UPON THE FLOOR. THEN, AN ANGEL WAS

SEEN BY MY FATHER AS IT APPEARED IN THE ROOM

AND HOVERED OVER ME, REACHING FORWARD TO

CLASP MY HANDS AS THEY RESTED UPON MY BOSOM.

As I was lying there, with the power of God mightily upon
me, I felt the hands of the angel. MY FATHER SAW A

TONGUE OF FIRE APPEAR IN THE ROOM, REST UPON

MY HEAD, AND DISAPPEAR AS IT ENTERED MY

BODY. AT THIS MOMENT I FELT A BURNING, CLEANS-

ING FLAME ENTER, AND SURGE THROUGH ME, IN

WAVE AFTER WAVE, INCREASING IN INTENSITY

UNTIL IT SEEMED THAT MY WHOLE BEING WAS

BEING PURGED. Then I felt a power begin to move within,
and increase until I could restrain myself no longer, I

OPENED MY MOUTH AND BEGAN TO SPEAK IN A

HEAVENLY LANGUAGE, extolling and praising God for

His marvelous power and glory. I had received the Baptism
of the Holy Spirit. The message spoken to me three days
before, had come to pass.

After this glorious experience, others began to prophesy

in this manner: "If thou wilt prove thyself faithful and obey

my call, I will place my power upon thee, and thou shalt go
forth in a ministry of deliverance. If thou wilt stay humble, I

will show thee my will, and thou shalt minister to great con-

gregations. I will confirm the preaching of my word with signs
and wonders, and many shall be saved."

After this experience, I walked in heavenly places for days.

As I walked and talked with God, the joy I experienced was
indescribable.

"AN UNUSUAL CALL TO HEALING MINISTRY"

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CHOOSES WIFE

A short time later, I met the young lady, Miss Vivian
Gardner, who was to be my life companion. We were engaged,
and after much prayer and waiting upon the Lord, we were
happily married.

After our marriage, we went through a time of severe trial
and testing. Vivian had been suffering a great deal from stom-
ach ulcers, and was finally confined to bed, for she could not
keep even a cup of warm water in her stomach. We finally be-
came desperate. I went upon my knees by the bedside, and we
cried out to God for deliverance. As we prayed, I felt inspired
to place my hands upon her, and rebuke the affliction. When I

did, the power of God came so mightily that the whole bed
shook from the impact, and my wife arose, healed.

FACED WITH BLINDNESS

The following winter we went through another severe trial.
We were hauling logs from the mountains down to the farm,
where we cut them into cordwood. The spring hanger bolt on
the truck had sheared off, and I was replacing it with a new
one. As I was pounding it in with a hammer, a piece of steel
struck my eye. Thinking that the piece of steel had merely
glanced off the eyeball, cutting it, I neglected going to the
doctor, but when the pain became unbearable, I went and
found that my condition was very critical. The steel had
pierced the eyeball, and lodged in the pupil. After several
attempts the physician finally removed it, and when he did, the
mucus ran out. He then told me that infection had begun in
both eyes, and there was a possibility that I would become
totally blind. He put a bandage over the pierced eye, and told
me to return. I went back twice, but he gave me no hope, for

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my condition was much worse. By this time, the pain was be-

coming so excruciating that I could hardly bear it. I will never
forget how I felt, as I walked away from the doctor's office,
faced with the seriousness of my condition. I had finally come
to the realization that my condition was hopeless as far as
human help was concerned and my only hope was to trust God.

As I considered the possibility of the removal of both eyes,

and of being blind all my life, I determined not to return to

the physician, but to trust the One Who had saved my soul,

and become my dearest friend. I prayed: "Jesus, You have

never failed me, and I know that at this time when I am in
such dire need, You will intervene and heal me."

My suffering became more intense, I had to keep my hand

over my unbandaged eye most of the time for the light would
cause great pain. Most of my time was spent in bed, or pacing
the floor and praying.
We heard that there was to be a Bible Conference in
Wenatchee, so I decided to go and be prayed for. Several
ministers who believed in the power of God were there. After
the message was preached, I went forward and asked them to
pray for me. As they prayed, I felt healing virtue go through

my eyes, and I tore the dark glasses and bandage off. When

I opened my eyes I was staring at a large light bulb, but felt no
distress. I went home that night praising God for His mercy.
The next morning as I awakened, I was in great pain, my
eyes seemed to be worse than they were before. I dressed and
went into the living room, and began to pace the floor, and
pray in this manner: "Oh God, I know you healed me last
night. Lord, I believe your word. You said: 'They shall lay
hands on the sick, and they shall recover.' (Mark 18:18.) If
there is anything hindering the fulfillment of your promise in

my behalf, I pray that you will show me." My wife and parents

tried to show me sympathy, but I refused, for I knew that if I
received their sympathy I would be giving up. I was facing the

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crisis, I had to believe God, and not become resigned to my
condition. The tears were streaming down my face from the
pain. I finally became exhausted and went to bed, and plead
for them to come and pray for me that I would have faith and
not give up. (Friends, OFTENTIMES WE HAVE TO REACH

OUR EXTREMITY, BEFORE WE ARE IN A POSITION

TO REACH GOD.) I arose again and went into the living
room and began to pray. As I paced the floor, God began to
speak to me, regarding the call into the ministry. I had
hesitated, because I so keenly felt my incapability. I was just
a farm boy, and I could not see how I would be able to preach
the Gospel to the multitudes. The call that I had received had
become vague in my memory, and I had been neglectful, but
now I was facing the issue. I knew deliverance would come,
only as I was willing to be obedient to the call. I said: "Yes,

Lord, what is it that you want me to do?" Then the message
came: "If you will obey my voice, and do my will, I will heal
your eyes." I said: "I will." Then the Lord spoke again, telling
me to go to a certain town in an adjoining state, and begin to
preach the Gospel. I answered: "Lord, will you speak to my
wife, that she too may know your will?" In a short time, my
wife came from another room, where she had been praying and
said: "Honey, God has just spoken to me. He said if we will
go to a certain town, and begin preaching the Gospel, you will
be healed." SHE HAD RECEIVED THE MESSAGE AFTER
I HAD PRAYED THAT IT WOULD BE REVEALED.

My brother-in-law and sister consented to go with us, and
we made preparation as quickly as possible. My brother-in-law
drove, for I was unable to do so. When we arrived at our
destination, a home was miraculously provided, and we began
meetings in a small auditorium. We had just enough money
to make the trip and rent this place for our meetings.
I COULD NOT SEE TO READ, BUT THE FIRST NIGHT

AS I STOOD TO PREACH MY SERMON, I COULD SEE TO

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READ MY TEXT. The following day I suffered, but when it
was time to preach, I COULD AGAIN SEE TO READ. We
continued, and when two weeks had expired, I could see per-
fectly. I was able to read and drive my car, I was completely
healed. What rejoicing there was, how we praised God that
we had obeyed His voice. I HAVE HAD MY EYES TESTED,

AND THEY ARE PERFECTLY NORMAL. (Dear friend, if

you are in difficulty, be encouraged to stand fast, and believe

God, for the answer will come.)

PROMISED MINISTRY BEGINS

We had campaigns, through the winter months, in several
assemblies; and then were invited to conduct a revival in one
of the largest churches in the state. In this meeting, many
received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit, and several were con-
verted, but there was an increasing hunger in my soul to see
greater things. In desperation, I went before the Lord in fasting
and prayer. I knew that the multitudes could be reached only
as God intervened by means of the supernatural. The con-

dition of this lost world became my burden, and I cried: "Oh

God, if you can, use me for the sake of others." The words of
the Master: "Ye shall receive POWER, after the Holy Ghost
is come upon you," were emblazoned before my eyes. POWER
to cast out devils, POWER to heal the sick, POWER to preach
convincingly to the lost. The Lord spoke to my soul again, as
He did in days past. "Son, keep in mind at all times, that as I
bless and anoint you, it shall be for the sake of others only.
You must realize, without me you are unable to minister ef-
fectively, but as you stay humble, and seek my face, you shall
know my power, and see my glory."

Little did I realize, that the prophecies I had heard years
ago, and the message I had just received, would be literally

fulfilled in a few short days.

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Witn tne ' "Sword" ... a Flame

BY VELMER GARDNER

I graduated from the Northwestern Bible College in 1938 in
Seattle, Washington. I immediately entered the evangelistic
ministry, and also served as the President of the Alumni As-
sociation of this school for nine years. After a short time on the
evangelistic field I pastored three churches in the state of
Washington.

It was while pastoring my last church in 1943 that God
began to speak to my soul in a greater way than ever before.
I spent hours in prayer and God gave me faith to believe Him
for great revivals with miracles of healing.
I resigned my church, bought a trailer house, secured a cor-
respondence school course for our two children and started out
believing God for Apostolic revival. I had dedicated my life
afresh to God and had promised Him to pray for the sick in
every revival.

In the first campaign I prayed for many hours a day seeking

God for a demonstration of His power. I read the book of Acts
again and again. My heart was broken as I compared it with

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our churches and evangelism today. I listened to the great men
of faith, such as Smith Wigglesworth and Dr. Charles Price,
and my soul was stirred and faith inspired. I cried out to God
and said, "Why can't we have meetings like that today?" God
spoke to my soul and said, "You can if you'll pay the price."
I determined to have God's best regardless of the cost and
to let this generation see the power of God.
I announced a healing service for the next night and spent

all day fasting and praying. The devil came to me and said,

"Not very many people get healed when you pray for them,
do they?" I answered, "No." (No use trying to lie.) Those were
days when faith was very low. Very few preached healing or
had any faith. I had a lot of hope and a little faith. One man
stood and testified like this: "I thank God for His healing
power. I had a very bad cold. So I left church early, took a hot
bath, drank some hot lemonade, took a couple of aspirins,
rubbed myself down good with Vicks, put on a hot mustard
plaster and went to bed and trusted God to heal me."
(Amaz-
ing faith how sweet the sound.)
Yes, those were difficult days to pray for the sick and the

devil was trying to discourage me. I rose from my knees and
began to talk back to the devil. I said, "Listen devil, I'm pray-

ing for the sick tonight. If the first one I pray for falls dead

I'll say, 'Next.' If that one dies, I'll go on down the line. If
they all die I'll go to another church and start praying for the
sick there. I'm going to pray for the sick because God's Word
says, if I call He'll answer, if I lay hands on the sick they'll re-
cover. My job is to pray, it's up to God to heal." The devil left
me then and a new revelation of the power of God's word
flooded my soul.

I prayed for the sick that night and many miracles were
wrought by His power. I prayed for the sick then in every
meeting and we saw miracles of healing that shook cities and
brought great revivals.

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In Eugene, Oregon, in 1948 I conducted my fourth revival
campaign for Pastor Gordon Kampfer. The meeting had a small
beginning, but finally grew to tremendous proportions, with
people saved and healed and filled every night. Great crowds
came for many miles each night. This great revival lasted for 10
weeks.

It was during this meeting that God visited my soul again.
I was praying and reading the Bible one Saturday morning.
I read Mark 13:34, "For the Son of Man is as a man taking
a far journey, who left His house and gave authority to His
servants."
THIS VERSE OF SCRIPTURE SEEMED TO

LEAP OUT OF THE PAGES OF THE BIBLE INTO MY

VERY SOUL. Then God spoke to my soul and showed me the
"authority'' He had given to His servants today, and that no
sickness, disease or devils could stand before our prayers. He
showed me that every demon power was subject to His
servants that were filled with His power.
I immediately began
to pray for the sick with a new found faith. It wasn't a struggle
anymore. God had spoken to me through His word and at last
I had a living faith for suffering humanity.

A short time prior to this great experience with God, I was

in another revival in Washington state. The news came to me
that Dr. Price and Wigglesworth had both suddenly been
called to heaven. I went down in the basement of the church

and cried my heart out. I thought of all the sick, twisted, de-

formed, broken bodies. And then I thought of how few men
were praying for the sick and had a compassion for the suffer-

ing. I cried until it seemed I couldn't stop. Both of these men

had been such a help to me. I cried, "Oh, God why did you
take them? The world is filled with sickness and disease. The

world needs the faith of Wigglesworth and the preaching of
Price, but now they're dead and their message gone."

In brokenhearted despair I lay before God on the cold
basement floor. THEN LIKE A MIGHTY FLAME OF FIRE

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GOD'S SPIRIT BEGAN TO BURN WITHIN MY SOUL. I
knew that I was in the presence of the One that walked into
the fiery furnace. I knew that the God that sent fire on Carmel

had seen my tears. His Spirit spoke to me and said, "It is true,

Price my servant is dead, Wigglesworth my servant is dead.
But the God of Price and Wigglesworth still lives. And if you

will humble yourself and walk softly before me, I will be with
you as I was with them."

God promised miracles of healing and revivals that would
shake the world. I leaped to my feet and began to praise God

for the answer to prayers that had burdened my soul for years.

At that very time God began to raise up men all over the

country. Men of faith. Men that believed God. Men of prayer.

Men of holy character. Miracles of healing were wrought.

BIBLE DAYS WERE HERE AGAIN.

At this time Rev. Gordon Lindsay invited me to his church
in Ashland, Oregon, where he was pastoring. We were there
nine weeks and again God moved in a great way. During our
stay there, Brother Lindsay told me of the great burden on his
heart for bringing the churches together in great Union Cam-
paigns and the great revival he believed God was going to send
the world. It was during our time in Ashland that he resigned
this thriving church and organized the Voice of Healing
magazine.

In the providence of God, Bro. Lindsay organized some great

Union Healing Campaigns in the state where I was in meet-
ings. I postponed one of my meetings and went to a week of
these healing services. I saw the verse of scripture God had
burned into my soul, "on our authority over sickness and the

devil," put into practice by God's humble servants. I saw what

God would do if we dared to believe. I saw miracles that

thrilled my soul. Immediately I began holding meetings in
large auditoriums and saw God move with signs and wonders
I had never seen before. People would come for hundreds of

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miles every day to the services. Scores were being saved. God's
blessing was upon my soul. I was the happiest I ever had been

in my entire ministry.
I was sure everyone would be as happy over these great
revivals as I was. However I soon found out that this was not
the case. Many of my friends began to oppose these great
revivals. I knew that if I wasn't careful I would lose the favor
of men. I had invitations to nearly all the largest churches in
our movement. So to keep popular I compromised the message

God had given me. I stopped praying for the sick and even
began opposing some of the men in the healing ministry. God's
blessing lifted from my soul. The meetings became empty and
lifeless. God's anointing had departed. I became discouraged
and was planning on quitting the ministry. My great revivals
were over. No healings, very few conversions, no one being

filled with the Spirit. My soul was empty of God's blessing. I

still had more invitations for meetings than I could fill, but I
wasn't satisfied. There were no results.

God was merciful once again and allowed me to go to an-
other great healing revival. There I heard God's Word
preached under one of the greatest anointings I had ever felt

in all my fife. I saw hundreds answer a single altar call. I saw
miracles that stirred my soul. I saw Jesus being exalted and
magnified. I cried out to God and asked Him to forgive me.

/ prayed and cried out to God all night and promised God
if He would forgive me and anoint me again I'd preach the
gospel of deliverance without compromise or fear of man. I
told God I'd follow Him if every church in America closed its
doors to me. I promised God I'd preach healing and pray for
the sick if I had to do it in the corn fields.

I felt the fire of God once again begin to burn in my soul.
Immediately hundreds began coming to Christ in our meetings.
Miracles of healing were again wrought. We purchased a large
tent and equipment and have seen thousands come to the altar

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seeking salvation. We have seen hundreds receive the Holy
Ghost. We have seen totally blind eyes instantly opened. We
have seen the deaf hear and cancers and tumors die. We have
seen dying people leap from stretchers. We have seen the para-
lyzed leave wheel chairs. We have seen the lame leave their
crutches and limp no more.

Friends, BIBLE DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN and as for me
and my house "WE WILL SERVE THE LORD."

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"Tke Grace of God in My Life"

BY W. V. GRANT

JLhere were a few things that I wanted to do before I got
saved. I wanted "to get" a certain school teacher who had
whipped me unmercifully with a stiff limb. I intended to
"bump off' a guy who had stolen a gun and had given me so
much trouble. I intended to kill a neighbor's mule because he
had killed our mule; and, of course, there were a few places
I wanted to go before I changed my way of living.

I began to pray, but determined that no one should know
that I was under conviction until I was saved. I had an im-
pression to tell Mama, but I was ashamed. Every time I would
start to pray, I would hear someone coming and look up to find
no one.

I began to feel that I was the meanest man in all the world.
Among the mean things which came up before me was a
picture of myself in the back of churches laughing and making

fun. I thought of how I mocked those who had testified. At last
I made up my mind to go to the altar, during a large revival
campaign of about five thousand people. I knelt down and

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began to pray. I can still hear those prayers of the neighbors
and kinfolks, as they surrounded me in that sawdust.

As I unloaded, I got to where I could lift one hand at a time
and then lift my head before that large crowd. I then unloaded
all my sins, and my feet were so light that it seemed I was just
touching the floor now and then. I felt as light as a feather,
instead of as heavy as a bale of cotton.

JESUS HEALED ME

I was prayed for to be healed the night I received the Holy
Ghost, but the next morning I could see no difference in my
physical condition. As I was praying, in the bottom of a dry
branch near the corn patch, I opened Mama's Bible and
Exodus 15:26 seemed to leap out above all the rest of the
verses, just for me. I did not know that it was in the Bible
before. The verse said that if I would obey God, I was healed.
The devil said no one could obey God, but that I would die. I
told him it would be a short route to glory. God then sent a
peace into my soul which drove out all fear, doubt, worry and
unbelief. 7 threw my medicine down. I did not know how, hut
I believed that I could go on without it.
About two weeks
passed before I could tell a great deal of difference; but some-
how God helped me to live. In two months I had gained
twenty-five pounds; in six months forty pounds.
Up until then,
my stomach had felt as dead as a piece of wood, but now it
was alive. I began clearing land for seventy-five cents a ten-
hour day.

My uncle had the same trouble I had had. I wrote him such
a long letter that he had to pay extra postage to get it. How-
ever, he did not believe me. He died soon thereafter.

After Jesus healed me, I could plow all day and could walk
from four to fourteen miles to and from church each night.

Previously I was not able to stay up until nine o'clock one

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night each week. It seemed that I was now living in a new

world among new people.

THE LORD WILL GUIDE

After I was saved and filled with the Spirit, the Lord began
teaching me to trust Him for guidance, even in the little details
of life. One night I was riding Old Lidge, a twenty-five-year-

old, bare-backed, tough-mouthed, stubborn mule through those
mountain roads, which all looked alike, when I lost my way
to a cottage prayer meeting. After trying a long time to keep

him from going home, I decided to just turn him loose and
pray. Old Lidge turned off each road just right and carried me
to the door of the prayer-meeting, stopping at the gate. If God
can guide
a mule, we should not be more stubborn than Old

Lidge.

I was determined to pray three times each day as Daniel

did, and I prayed for God to let me go through something as
Job did, so I could show Him how I loved Him by trusting

Him. I prayed for hours at a time with my face in the leaves,
pine-straw or the cotton-seed. God saved many of the roughest
boys in that country. One lady told me that she did not approve
of her boy running with me, after I had helped him get saved
and filled with the Spirit. She said she wanted him to make
a mark in the world. He joined the army and was lost in battle
after he backslid.

SAW FIRST "HEALING CAMPAIGN"

Sometime after I had been called to the ministry and was
pastoring a church, I heard that several of my members and
some other neighbors were going to Shreveport, Louisiana, to
a "Healer." I will admit that something within me rebelled
against the thought. One of them gave me a magazine called

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"THE VOICE OF HEALING." After I read this I saw no one
claimed to be a "HEALER." I changed my mind and told them
I believed I would go along with them. I felt impressed of the
Lord to carry others who needed healing.

There I saw Brother and Sister Gordon Lindsay and Brother

Hall and a girls' trio for my first time. I was amazed as I saw
the results that took place in that "Healing Campaign." It
seemed like Bible Days were here again.
The only fault I could
find was they were doing many times as much as I was. Then
when I saw the group who responded to the altar-call my
heart cried out, "That is just what the world needs today!"

People were there from far and near. I stepped to the phone

and told my wife I would not be home as early as I had
planned. But I stayed and observed this, and realized that it
was what my heart had always cried out for.

I went back happy because my members received marvelous
healings. It would have been so easy for me to get up and
preach against "HEALERS" the next Sunday morning. But I

am so glad I went and found it to be just what I had been try-

ing to do, but on a much larger scale. It is better to get a
hundred souls saved than one.

From that day the desire to stay there and toil for weeks to
get two or three saved left me. I decided that I would stay in
my room and pray two hours each morning and two hours each

afternoon.

"FASTING AND PRAYER"

Up to that time I had been against long fasts, and I am yet,
unless God leads in that direction. I had never fasted over
four days. After getting a preacher to take care of my church,
I shut myself up in a room and fasted the number of days that

God directed.

On the last day of the fast, the voice of the Lord spoke

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plainly to me. I will not tell you what it said, but you can read
it in Mark 16:17-18.
It is so real when God speaks a verse direct
to you. I would not take a thousand worlds for that experience.
It was something I had been waiting on to happen for seven-
teen years as I prayed and waited. It was just what I believed
always, even before I was saved. I have had no new revelation.

I did not know exactly all that God had done for me at that
time until later. Immediately, I saw people healed of heart
trouble, cancer, arthritis, and several things. People were de-
livered from whiskey and cigarettes, surprising the neighbors.
The Sunday School went to twice as much as it was when we
came there, and people came for miles to be prayed for. Several
were delivered from the hospitals.

One night God gave me a vision about my future connection

with "THE VOICE OF HEALING" Magazine, even giving
me the new address which they now have. No one knew about
it then, as far as I know.

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How Go J Spared and
Directed My Life

BY PHILIP N. GREEN

A

state of emergency had existed for more than thirty-two
hours. A baby boy, prematurely born, lay very still in the
anxious arms of the eighteen-year-old mother, while the spark
of life flickered only faintly as dawn replaced darkness on

April 17, 1916. This crisis had chilled the pride of heart and cut

deep lines in the face of the father as he silently watched for
every sign of life in his first-born. The doctor, very weary from
his constant vigil throughout the long night, looked ap-
prehensively at the tiny form, and broke the stillness with
somber words. "Your baby has little chance to five; if he sur-
vives, continual illness will be his lot, and he will be a daily
care all the days of his life." On Doctor Bradley's books today
can be found an entry of ten dollars for services rendered—

"why charge more for a dying child's entrance into this life?"

For many weeks in the small, red house beside the railroad
tracks in Calumet City, Illinois, the old oil lamp burned low
every night. The bitter battle for life continued over a period
of many months as complications were met one by one.

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Outside and to the right stood the single bridge over the
Calumet River. At infrequent intervals the bridge had to be
moved by hand in a semi-circle to make room for passing
boats. For this work the company paid my father a mere sixty
dollars a month.

Every two or three weeks for fourteen years, Dr. Bradley
was summoned to our home. Day or night, he would come to
do what he could to keep life in a suffering, feverish, weak
and pain-racked body.
When I was six, my parents moved to 4522 Towle Avenue,

Hammond, Indiana, where they still reside. School days were
unhappy days, while the cloud of repeated illnesses hung low.

My weight was never up to standard. Lack of blood plagued

me in spite of medications. A crossed right eye with a weak
left eye made glasses necessary even before school days began.

My tonsils would swell often and literally fell apart when re-

moved, when I was twelve. Infected and soft teeth brought
suffering when other pains were mercifully quiet. My lungs
were not strong, and general constitutional weakness resulted

in multiplied pains through the utter lack of the essentials that

would make one robust. Every winter brought fevers, colds,
pains; every summer brought regret because lack of strength
kept me out of happy childhood games. During many a night,
the only rest possible came while dozing between the groans
that would awaken me to the consciousness of multiplied pains

in my entire body. I was dismissed from school by order of the

doctor for some months because of my condition.

The mental impact, especially when one feels that a normal
life will not be possible, is most dreadful. Sooner or later it
leads to frustration. I wept alone many hours, fully conscious
of sub-normal health. In the bathroom one day with the door
locked, I opened the familiar medicine cabinet and wondered
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family finances. Continual suffering had been my lot, while my
parents and two younger sisters enjoyed good health.

During my fourteenth year, I overheard my mother and a
friend talking about a certain Pentecostal church. After re-
peated requests to attend, I found myself listening to a tall
Kentucky preacher on January 2, 1931. He invited sinners to
the altar and, although mother was tugging at my coat, I
pressed forward to the altar, and was saved that night. I was
baptized in the Holy Spirit on February 8th, and called to
preach March 31st. My first sermon was delivered on April 10,
1931 just one week from my fifteenth birthday.

I then resolved to trust God for my healing. This shocked

my parents, because for fourteen years I had lived by the aid of

many things medical. Faith grew and my glasses were removed

in September of 1931, after wearing them for nine years. A

physician had said my eyes could never be any better; there-
fore, I resolved to trust God to heal my eyes, also. Instantly

God healed them, as I believed Him. My eyes have been per-
fect since that dayl
Training was next. In 1932, I attended Central Bible Insti-
tute and during the summer held evangelistic meetings in
Alabama. License to preach was issued during that summer
when I was seventeen. After the second year in Bible School,
I returned to Alabama for evangelistic meetings. In 1935, I
graduated from Central Bible Institute, at 19. The same year

—on Christmas Eve, I married Montez Coleman at Frisco City,

Alabama, whom I had met in the Excel Tabernacle, Excel, Ala-
bama, when I held a revival there. She was the president of
the Christ's Ambassadors there, and was going with an unsaved
young man, whom she nobly purposed to win to the Lord.
However, I soon persuaded her she should marry a preacher—
me, which she did. Rev. A. L. Shell officiated.

I was ordained in January, 1936 in Sullivan, Mo. Our first
pastorate was in Ash Grove, Missouri. After a few months, we

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entered evangelistic work and went to Florida. By a miracle,
Florida Bible Institute opened its doors and I graduated in

May, 1937 while pastoring a small church in Tampa.

Taylor University was our next educational stop and we both
worked hard that year. Financial difficulties did not permit us
to return to that great school of the Methodist Conference.

My wife and I accepted the pastorate of the Assembly of God
church in Eagle Lake, Florida, in 1938. While there our
daughter—Norma Montez Green was born on June 28, 1939.
Soon after her birth, we felt the Lord leading us, and for one
and one-half years stayed in evangelistic work, using original
blackboard charts in the South and East.
While in this work and when holding a revival in Gary,
Indiana, in 1941, we were invited to start a new work in Chi-
cago. A group of Southern people asked that we become their
leaders. We remained in that city eight years, and Chicago
Gospel Assembly continues to operate at 1901 North Lowell.
I had planned to remain in Chicago for years, but God had
other plans for us.

My wife became seriously ill, in February 1946, and went

quickly down to the doors of death. Loved ones came from
Alabama and Indiana. God worked a miracle and raised her

up, but the nerve strain of the big city made it necessary for
us to leave Chicago. I was crushed, but God knew bestl
Through her illness, God was dealing with me to make a
deeper consecration to Him.

Divine Healing Revivals had begun. One evangelist was in
Chicago. Sister Green wanted to attend because she had not
received sufficient strength in her body to stay up all day. God
gave strength to my wife, and did a work in my heart at the
same time, calling me gradually into the knowledge that I was
to have a ministry of miracles.
We moved to Florida and took a teaching position in Trinity
College (Pentecostal). There, in the sunshine, my wife im-

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proved and gained strength enough to attend classes regularly.
We graduated together when she received her B.A. degree

and I completed my thesis for the Master's degree.

During the early part of the year of 1950, because of His
dealings with me, I was so constantly conscious that the Lord

had a richer, fuller ministry for me than I had ever known, and
I daily sought Him, fasting and praying much to learn more

fully what His will for my life was. On the 17th of April that
year, I went down to the beach and spent that day apart from
everyone, in fasting and prayer, and asked the Lord to show
me in such a way definitely what His complete will for my life

was.

Therefore, it is not strange that the latter part of May, 1950,
while reading a text on philosophy in my office, preparing to
write a text on the "Believers Approach to Philosophy," the

Lord spoke ONE SENTENCE to me, "If you will close your
library, and read only one Book, I will give you miracles wher-
ever you go."

I was a bit surprised and amazed, though I should not have
been. On June 1st, I began systematic Bible reading that takes
me through the Bible from Genesis to Revelation six times a
year.

Two revivals had been arranged for the summer months, so
we went to Ghicago for the first Tevival. I had an interview

with the Dean of the Graduate School, University of Chicago,

and received papers for admission for work toward the Doctor
of Philosophy degree. Transcripts had been submitted and ten-
tative acceptance had been given. I was happy.

About a week later in my old study in Chicago, one day I
found myself on my back on the floor with the glory of God
so mighty upon me, that I wept in fear. A burning sensation
was evident in my chest. I was neither unconscious nor in a
trance. No person was to be seen—only the wonderful presence
of God!

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That night, the sick requested to be prayed for; this had not
been planned. During my entire ministry, to be sure, I had
prayed for the sick—rather half-heartedly, as they came and
asked me to pray for them, as most Pentecostal pastors and
ministers prayed for the sick, though—I'll confess—I rather
wished they would not make that request of me, because I
knew in my heart that I did not have sufficient faith for the

Lord to heal them, but I did want to have. I felt that God's

powerful visitation in my body had resulted from the reading
of His Word, and I was thrilled as I saw miracles take place
that night which stand todayl
The news spread rapidly. The second revival was only two
miles from my boyhood home. Among friends who knew me
from the time I was converted, miracle after miracle happened.

After a year on the field, pictures and testimonies were sub-
mitted to Voice of Healing.
The healing of Mary Ruth Gist (TVH-March, 1953) took
place in my second Deliverance Revival, and my home town
newspaper carried the story in the Sunday edition, November
19, 1950.

About October, 1951, the Lord asked if I would minister
overseas. My heart gave a positive answer, and I called my
wife to tell her the decision.

At the Healing Convention in Tulsa, in December, Brother

Lindsay requested that I say a few words about my work. The
same day Brother DuPlessis asked if I would go overseas and
promised to arrange the meetings. I accepted and The Voice
of Healing has carried reports of the campaigns there.

At this writing, a week of services among the students has
just been concluded at Southwestern Bible Institute, and the
second annual repeat meeting in the 1st Assembly in Waxa-
hachie, Texas, is in progress.

Twenty-two years ago Jesus came into this broken body. His

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will has been first, all these years when we served as evangelist,

pastor, and teacher.
Nearly 20,000 pages have been read and re-read in the Word
since June 1, 1950.

My wife and daughter work hard in Faith Tabernacle, where
she is pastor, in Tampa, Florida, and pray for the Lord to direct
my life in Deliverance Campaigns around the world. We both
have our work to do for God—my wife as a pastor and, for me,
the work is Deliverance Revivals as God directs.

God spared my life way back in 1916 when my parents were
not saved. Throughout the years, His hand has directed in the
educational field, and, for over two years now, He has lead in
America and overseas in Deliverance Services.
I give Him all the glory, He saved me; healed me; called me
to minister, to pastor and teach, and now to deliver through

His name!

Reaching a Community for Christ

BY L. D. HALL

In the early years of the twentieth century, the Henry Lee

Hall family left their Missouri home in search of a more pros-
perous place to raise their children. They spent two years on
the plains of North Dakota growing wheat. While there, in
February of 1906,1, their sixth child, was born and named by
my grandfather, Leon Dakota. My parents left the wheatfields
of North Dakota to move to the great northwest. For some
years they lived in Washington, and then moved to Oregon.

My parents were sincere Baptist Christians. Sundays found our

family of children filling a pew between our mother and father.
Though I was kept in regular church attendance, I did not
answer the call of God, and the great truths of the Gospel did
not take hold of my heart.

While I was still a child my oldest sister married. She and
her husband, Mr. and Mrs. D. W. Heydon, lived in Spokane
where Dr. John Lake pastored a large church that was shaking
the countryside with its doctrine of divine healing. They be-
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Holy Spirit. These two people later had great influence for
good in my life.

During my teen age years, I became rather unruly, and one
day after a disagreement with my father, I left home. I took
the train for Lind, Washington, where my Pentecostal sister
and her husband lived on a large wheat ranch. While traveling
on the train, I became very sick. When I reached my sister's
home, I was so ill that I asked for some medicine that might
relieve the pain. They told me that for some time they had
used no medicine, but that they would pray for me if I wished.
Although this was new to me, I told them to pray. When they

laid hands on me and prayed, I felt the power of God go down
through my body, and I was healed. After resisting the Lord,
for three days, I finally yielded my heart to Him. The next few
days were glorious days, packed full of the joy of the Lord,
prayer meetings, and studying the Word day and night. Three
weeks later I went to Spokane with the Heydons on business.
While there we attended Dr. John Lake's church. The next
morning we went to a cottage prayer meeting, and there I
received the baptism of the Holy Spirit. Oh what a glorious
experience, and it has continued on till now.
I stayed with the Heydons and helped them on their ranch
for some months. They were a real help to me as we spent
many hours praying and studying together after the day's work
was done.

After reconciliation with my mother and father, I moved

with my parents to Portland, Oregon. There we attended an-
other of Dr. John Lake's churches. At this church we saw every
type of healing and miracle take place by the hand of God.
This stirred my heart, as well as the lives of other young men

in the church. Many nights we sought the Lord all night in
prayer meetings. It was at this time that I answered the call of

God to the ministry.

In January of 1926, Brothers Gordon Lindsay, Tom Welch,

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and myself left Portland for our first evangelistic efforts. While

in San Diego, California, Dr. John Lake laid his hands on the
three of us, and ordained us to the ministry. We left there to
set up a tent in the town of El Cajon not far from San Diego.

During this tent meeting, we saw the hand of the Lord out-
stretched in saving grace, baptizing power, and healing de-
liverance, as God confirmed His Word. The next four years of
labor were spent in pioneer work. Through the results of this
labor, several churches were started. In June of 1928, Miss
Gladys Lindsay and I were married.

In 1930 I accepted the call to pastor the Four Fold Taber-
nacle in Taft, California. Many years of pastoral work have
followed. In recent years I began to feel dissatisfied with what
was being accomplished. I felt that the church should be mak-

ing a greater impact on the community.
It was at this time, over four years ago, while pastoring a
church in Grants Pass, Oregon, that Brother William Branham
conducted services in the near-by town of Ashland, where
Brother Gordon Lindsay was pastor of a thriving church. Many
from our church attended these services. This marked the be-
ginning of the upward surge in our church. The folks began
to claim the promises of healing and miracles confirming
the Word of God. They came back from that meeting with
testimonies of healings that stimulated faith, especially
mine.

Shortly after this meeting, I made a trip to California where
I attended part of a service conducted in Visalia. I was able to
get this evangelist to come to the Grants Pass Assembly of God
for a series of meetings. For one week, we saw miracles, signs
and wonders performed by the hand of the Lord, in the minis-
try of our brother. Later on, he returned for two other meet-
ings. From the very beginning, the church was packed, and
soon we had to add extra chairs to utilize every available space.
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but could not see what was going on. Then folks stood outside,
looking in the windows when there was no more standing
room inside. In the course of these meetings, we saw blind
eyes opened, the deaf hear, and the dumb speak. Cots were
emptied of their patients. One man who had been in a wheel
chair for three years, absolutely helpless, and who had to be
carried to the bed from the wheel chair, is now walking and has
general use of his body. Just recently I talked to this man in
a meeting in our tabernacle, and he testified over the micro-
phone. After three years, the healing was still standing.
After these meetings, I was given a leave of absence from
my church, and for about nine months I traveled, assisting in
union services. The scope and results of these meetings were
phenomenal. This opened my eyes to a marvelous truth, and
I began to search the Word. I soon realized that we had been
substituting other legitimate but rather powerless means for
God's biblical plan to reach the world with the Gospel. When
Jesus sent forth His disciples, He said, "And into whatsoever
city ye enter . . . heal the sick that are therein, and say unto
them, the kingdom of God is come nigh unto you." (Luke
10:8,9.) After the day of Pentecost, the disciples found that the
responsibility of healing the sick and afflicted, as well as the
salvation of men's souls, rested upon the Church. In order to
reach the multitudes they felt the need of the miraculous in
their ministry. This truth is shown in Acts 4:29, 30. . . And
grant unto thy servants, that with all boldness they may speak
thy word. By stretching forth thine hand to heal; and that signs
and wonders may be done by the name of thy holy child Jesus."
These scriptures, with other similar ones, became indelibly
impressed on my mind, and I fully realized that, if the Church
was to accomplish its God given task of reaching the lost, this
was the way to do it.

Later I was privileged to travel with the Branham party,

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having charge of the erection of the large tent and equipment.
I also conducted many of the afternoon instruction services,
and ministered to the sick and afflicted at that time. It was
marvelous to me to see God heal every manner of disease and
affliction. Viewing the results of these tent campaigns, gave me
a great vision of what could be accomplished in the Rogue
River Valley where Grants Pass is located, if this type of meet-

ing could be conducted there. Shortly afterwards, while hold-

ing a business meeting in our local church, I mentioned the

vision of my heart, and suggested that the only way we could
break this community open on a large scale for God was to
erect a large tabernacle, and bring more of these men with
their sign gift ministry to the community. The whole church
was stirred with enthusiasm, and in a very few days, land was
secured, as donations poured in. The lots were cleared of brush
and trees, by large "cats" and by the help of the people of our
congregation in volunteer labor. The Lord laid the burden of
this tabernacle on the heart of Rev. Edward Grafstrom, one of
our brethren. With his supervision, and the help of men,
women and children, the first part of this tabernacle was
erected, while I continued in tent meetings with Brother Bran-
ham.

In December, 1950, at the completion of the first section of
the building, with a seating capacity of about 2,000, Rev.

William Branham conducted a week of healing meetings. Dur-

ing these meetings, Brother Branham had charge of the dedica-

tion service for this tabernacle. This meeting was a real success.
People from all over the United States attended. The building
was packed to capacity—with people standing, and many
turned away, the last three days. We have many fine testi-
monies of conversions and healings during these services.

Following this meeting, in the month of March, we secured
Rev. A. A. Allen as evangelist. His services lasted for almost

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five weeks, during which time many marvelous deliverances,
conversions, and healings took place. The locality was greatly
stirred because of several canceled engagements for opera-
tions of people who have given testimony of healing. With the
Lord's hand against the opposing forces, this opposition has
lessened.

Everyone was encouraged to enlarge the capacity of the
tabernacle. So with generous donations, this has been made
possible. The seating capacity of the tabernacle has been en-
larged to over three thousand. The overall dimensions of the
tabernacle are 100 feet wide and 184 feet long. The parking
facilities have been enlarged, until now with five acres of land,
we can assure plenty of parking space.
Since the addition has been completed, Brother William
Branham has returned for a second meeting of one week, and

following him other brethren have ministered to the people.
The services with these men of God who have similar spiritual
gifts, certainly gave this valley a shaking, and added to the
already numerous miracles of salvation and healing. At the
present time it is necessary to use the basement and other
rooms of the parsonage to accommodate the Sunday School

in our regular church building. Not only has our church pros-

pered, but other churches of this city and neighboring cities
have benefited from the results of these meetings.

After holding several campaigns in local churches, I am all
the more convinced that the message of deliverance for soul,
spirit and body is God's program for the closing days of the
Gospel dispensation. Therefore, I launched out in full time
evangelistic efforts,, with the great commission of our Lord
Jesus Christ pre-eminent in my heart.

"And He said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and
preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is
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damned. And these signs shall follow them that believe; in my
name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new
tongues; they shall take up serpents; and if they drink any
deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the
sick, and they shall recover." (Mark 16:15-18.)

Qkaf>ier 8

"How God Dealt in My Life*

BY H. E. HARDT

M

y preaching ministry began at the age of five. A slab pile
at a nearby saw mill provided the platform, a block of wood a
pulpit and the back cover of an old almanac, the precious Book.

My congregation consisted of brothers, cousins, and all the

animal race in the neighborhood that were tame enough to
listen.

About this time, a revival was held in a nearby town, under
the roof of a Methodist church that was all but abandoned. A
Christian layman heard the Macedonian call and requested
that he be permitted to hold meetings. The few remaining
board members, with what was left of the congregation de-
cided to open the church and permit the well-meaning layman
to try his hand at preaching. God honored the feeble efforts of
this struggling handful and a revival broke out. My mother,
the most godly woman I have ever known, packed her little
brood, consisting of three boys and one girl, into the one-horse
open wagon and with dad, who would rather have been ex-
cused, took off over a dirt road for the meeting house.

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Well, it was really a revival. The preaching was under the
anointing of the Spirit. The power fell. Folks got happy and
shouted. The crowds turned out and many were saved. I sat

with bare feet, dressed in ordinary boy fashion of one belong-

ing to a poor family. My feet were usually tucked under me,
for both safety and warmth, as that congregation sang the
praises of our Blessed Redeemer. Although only a five year old,
something struck fire in my heart and I sang as though heaven
had come down on me. I tightly gripped a song book, and
being too young to read, I followed the happy congregation
as they sang, "Since Christ my soul from sin set free, this world
has been a heaven to me."
I still feel the glory as I write. Good old Methodist daysl

Well, that is where I got the unction for the beginning of my
ministry on the slab pile. Little did I know that some day, I

would have a real congregation to listen, that thousands would
get saved and yet other thousands get healed and delivered
from all the atrocities of a mean devil.

My mother was saved many years before, in a similar meet-
inghouse at the age of sixteen. At that time, their means of
travel consisted of an ox-cart, drawn by two long-horned ani-
mals, traveling at the breath-taking speed of two miles per
hour. In mother's report of this meeting, she stated that many

fell under the power. The pastor and deacons were not
alarmed. They said the folks were just in a trance and would
be all right and really happy for the experience. Mother's con-
secration remained steadfast, although my dad was unsaved
and sometimes was very cruel and unkind to her. Father did
not drink, gamble nor smoke, but he was very profane, high-
tempered and, at times, unkind.
Soon after my experience preaching from the slab pile,
mother became very ill. The doctor's report showed that one
vertebra had decayed from her spine, consequently her body
became bowed together. For this the doctor prescribed a body

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brace. This consisted of a heavy steel support across her hips
and back, and buckled tightly around the abdomen with a
heavy leather girdle. Steel supports extended up her back with
shoulder straps to keep her upright. At the same time, the doc-
tor's report showed one lung entirely gone and the other badly
affected with galloping consumption (T.B.). In this condition
she was taken to Johns Hopkins Hospital, of Baltimore, Mary-
land, for observation. The tiresome trip of over eighteen miles
of dirt roads availed her nothing and she was returned home
to our humble little cottage, to die. Realizing her three boys
had been dedicated to God before birth, she pleaded with God
that she might live. Mother knew that, with father unsaved,
should she pass away, God's plan for her boys might never be

fulfilled. When she dedicated us to God, she vowed that all
should preach the Gospel. Mother had never heard a message
on healing, but she knew Jesus and His Word. In her hour of
greatest sorrow, she knew that God would not fail her. Mother's
prayers prevailed. God healed her and in about six weeks she
was able to do her own work. At that time, she was forty years

old. Just fifty years later, she passed away, at the good old age
of ninety, in perfect health. She had fulfilled her years. God
had fulfilled his promise. "The number of thy days I will ful-

fill." (Ex. 23:26.)

At this point let me state, that all three boys have been
preaching the Gospel for many years. Boys of the third genera-
tion are now doing likewise. To God be all the praise.
Mother's healing had a dynamic effect on my life, although
as I approached young manhood, I declared myself an atheist,
trying as far as possible to stifle my early experience and godly
training. My disposition was much like that of my father. I
resented his unkindness to my mother and vowed vengeance
when I became grown. This resulted in my leaving home at an
early age. Following a brief college course, I became a travel-

ing salesman. I was now only eighteen. I was thrown in with

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men much older, living principally in commercial hotels and
boarding houses. My companions were generally unsaved, con-
sequently, for many years, I seldom attended church.
I had learned to pray at mother's knee. However, in the quiet
hours of the night, when companions were at rest, I found
myself in a battle. It was difficult to get away from my early
training. Time and space will not permit the story of my wan-
dering, neither is it pleasant to think upon.

My praying mother would never give up. I was dedicated
to God. He had promised, and it must come to pass. In the
meantime, father had gotten saved. My brothers and sisters
had received a Pentecostal experience. My name had been
listed on the prayer roll of a number of churches. Of course,
I did not know of this until later. I became a business man. I
was successful. Many men were under my command. The
board of directors for the company, of which I was superin-
tendent, commended me on my sound policies and my ability
to make money. My tireless effort to make a success in life
brought results. I married a sweet moral girl, although not
saved. Children came into our home. I became much interested

in making for them a good home and seeing that they were

well educated. I lived to make money, raise a good family,
establish a good home and be prosperous.

At the age of thirty-one, God began to deal with my life in a
very definite way, although I did not recognize it at the time.

My wife became desperately ill. Doctors said there was no
hope. I could not let her go. My atheistic declaration would
not support me. My desperate cry went up to God, "If there is
a God, and you care, heal her now." Like a flash from another

world, a Divine Person laid His hand upon my wife and she
rose to a sitting position, and, down her pale face, tears
streamed. She cried, "Dad, it is all right now." Oh, the heights
and depths of mercy. Oh, the length and breadth of love. God
had healed her. Was my life changed? Would I serve Him now?

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The shame of it all is that the next day, amid the busy cares,
the perplexing problems, and labor troubles, found me still
cursing, blaspheming and filled with worldly activities. The
battle continued.
The summer ended, the long cold winter followed, life was
not so full and there was more time to think. God had ordained
it that my younger brother should approach me regarding at-
tending a revival service—being conducted in a small tabernacle

in Hagerstown, Maryland. I consistently refused to attend. I

told him, I wanted to be kind, but he must not approach me
any more on the subject of religion. For some reason, quite
strange for me, after considerable persuading, I broke down
and agreed to attend. The tall white-haired evangelist, now
past middle-age, a deeply consecrated man, spoke with great
earnestness. His text was taken from Mark 16:17: "These signs
shall follow them that believe." He emphasized healing and
deliverance. I resented the fact that something was taking hold
of me and declared I would not yield. I returned a few nights
later, being under deep conviction. When the altar call was
given, I literally ran and fell at the altar, crying, "If there is a

God, please save me now." It was not hard to pray, but quite
hard to believe. This occurred on Friday night, January 22nd,
1923.

After about an hour at the altar, a voice that I soon recog-

nized, said to me, "Now, you have made a handsome fool of
yourself; you have said for years that there is no God. Now you
have cried to Him and what do you have?" Well, sure enough,
as far as feeling went, I was pretty well stumped. I determined
to believe the Bible regardless of feelings. The following day,
being Saturday and payday for my men, I leaped into my T.

Model and took off to town for the pay roll. Just as I rounded
the bend a short ways from home, I began to sing, "Down at
the Cross." Oh! Glory! Something happened! The bottom fell
out of heaven; I was immersed in His Glory. The heavenly

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choir began to sing, and the angels set heaven's pipe organ to
its highest pitch. Were my vocabulary sufficient to express the
joy, I would like to tell you what happened. I have tried now
for nearly thirty years to tell it, but language seems to fail me.

My name was written in heaven. I had received eternal life. I
had become an heir of God the Father and joint heir of Jesus
Christ. What joyl I shall fully express it in the next world.
Soon my ministry began. The call was definite. My limited
education was streamlined to fit the business world. It was too
late in life to attend a Bible institute. My family was growing
and needed my care. There were many hindrances. My busi-
ness career and associates must be scrapped. Not that they were
not legitimate, but the call of God was upon me. It had been
smothered for years; now I must respond. How would it un-

fold, and many other questions, came to my mind. In His time,
the door was opened and I was not disobedient.
The Word of God began to burn in my soul. Early in the
mornings, after getting my men started on the job, I would
literally run off to the woods and hide away with God for
hours. Message after message was given to me by the Spirit.

A great passion for the lost gripped me. Sickness, sufferings

and the bondage of so many people, who professed to know
Christ, troubled me. I yearned for God, in the daytime and at
night.

The Bible was a challenge to me. The mighty miracles of the
Gospels, also the constant stream of miracles throughout the
Book of Acts gripped me. I wanted it to be so now. I wanted to
see the sick healed. In the church where I was saved, the sick
were prayed for with great success. Many were healed. My
pastor was my champion and still is. He constantly preached
under a mighty anointing. My spiritual life was fed from the

Word. I shall ever praise God for my experiences in my early

Christian life, more especially for the unveiling of the Word
through our pastor. I soon learned to know the value of the

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Word. I discovered that it was indeed quick and powerful. It
was molding my life for future ministry. I had read a new
book. It was life and power in my bones. How I longed to tell
others, pray for the sick and give full time to the ministry.
Soon the way opened. A minister nearby, pastoring a small
group, was married and found that his income was not suffi-
cient. On the night that he preached his farewell message, he
suggested that the group get in touch with me. They did, and
soon I found myself pastoring this small group, but in connec-
tion with my business. The work grew until the building would
not accommodate the crowds that came. Many sick were
prayed for and God honored His Word.

At this time I was impressed to open a work in the town
where I had lived for many years. Many of the people of my
acquaintance knew of my experience, but had never heard me
preach. A large tent was secured and erected on one of our
properties. Crude seats were arranged, ministers and evan-
gelists were invited. I took my turn with others. People walked
for miles; some came by horse and buggy, others came in autos.

God mightily blessed. Soon the way was opened to secure the

auditorium of our local high school and the revival was on. We
were greatly opposed by some of the local churches, but to no
avail. The greatest revival ever to be conducted in that com-
munity was well under way. After this meeting, a lot was
granted for our property and a church was erected; thus, my
testimony was brought to the town where I had lived for many
years. It was difficult for me to confine my efforts to a small
community, but I really wanted to pastor this church and reach
the people that I had known for these many years.
One night, as the altar service was well under way, I was
walking across the platform, singing, "I'll go where you want
me to go dear Lord." Little did I think that God was talking
to my own heart, but I was singing for the benefit of those at
the altar. However, three weeks from that night, I found my-

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self on the platform in a large skating rink in central Pennsyl-
vania, ministering to a congregation—estimated to be more than
a thousand. Thus, God was leading to a greater ministry in an
enlarged field. This proved to be the greatest revival that had
ever been witnessed in that section. Eighty-five were immersed,
hundreds were healed and many saved. At the same time, I
was experiencing a greater hunger for God.

Many hours were spent in fasting and prayer. Preachers from
far and near heard of this revival and I was invited to conduct
evangelistic services in their churches. Soon I was speaking in

our major prayer conferences and conventions. I was also

greatly used in pioneering new fields. The supernatural fol-
lowed my ministry and many were healed and filled with the
Spirit. Constantly my heart was reaching out for God. I was
not yet satisfied with my ministry, nor the miracles that were
taking place. In my quest for God, I began to read every book
that I could find on healing, prayer, and the gifts of the
Spirit.

For a number of years there was a lull in the healing minis-

try. Such men as Doctor Charles S. Price, P. C. Nelson, and

Smith Wigglesworth, had passed away. I wondered, with the
passing of these men, "Will the ministry of healing be forever
lost?" I could not accept that position. Since my conversion, I

had been convinced that this age would close in a mighty

sweeping revival of the supernatural. I looked for that revival

with great anticipation. I would not yield to doubt. Dark
clouds were gathering in world affairs. Wickedness was the
order of the day, but God's WORD WOULD PREVAIL! He

had spoken and He would bring it to pass.

In this state of mind, I continued to give myself over to

prayer and seeking God. Jesus did not create a passive church.

No, never! The church is militant! The prophets and apostles

possessed a militant spirit. I was sure that I was following a
Bible pattern and I refused to permit the unbelief and indif-

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erence of others to influence my life. My heart hunger for God
would not be denied.

While I was conducting a meeting in the New England
states, a book was placed in my hands. This occurred about
seven years ago. I was cautioned regarding this book as few
really understand it. However, in it, I found what I had longed
for. The author of this book had found the "dynamic of faith."
It had changed his life. His spirit became militant. His style
of writing indicated he belonged to the school room. He pos-
sessed great knowledge of both Hebrew and Greek. Chapter
after chapter of this book was read and re-read. A new faith
was gripping me. Every word was backed by positive scrip-
tures on the subject of faith. Redemptive blessing was the key-
note. "Throne right" was emphasized.
The next step Jn my life was to put my faith into action. If it
worked for him, it would work for me. God is no respecter of
persons. I resolved to emphasize the positive side of the Gospel
more than ever before. Would I find others who had received
this "dynamic of faith"? How would it be received? Our Full
Gospel traditions must be recognized. As a whole, we all em-
braced healing in our teaching, but, in our practice, we used
caution. Of course, this was bordering on unbelief. Excuses
were offered for sickness and few, if any, with a Scriptural back-
ground.

One night in each week, during my evangelistic meetings,
had been set aside for praying for the sick. Much good was
accomplished, but now something had happened in my life.
Every night must be a night when God's people would be de-
livered from sickness, habits, fear, and other types of bondage.
I launched out. The sick came. They were healed! As I prayed

in the healing line, God increased my faith. Of course, there
were some cases that were stubborn. The enemy took advan-
tage of this and endeavored to magnify my failures.

At this time, I was conducting a meeting in the Middle West.

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Here the Lord brought me in touch with another man, a
younger man. He was having remarkable results. We compared
notes. Our experiences had run parallel. This encouraged me
greatly. Several other books were added to my library that
were an encouragement to faith. Greater miracles took place

in each succeeding meeting. The Word of God in my mouth

and heart was bringing results. I became more fearless. I began
to use better methods in my approach. My altar calls were
conducted differently. Soon many people were healed, sitting

in their seats. In a Western City a lady with a broken neck,
came into my meeting. She was healed as I ministered the
WORD and removed the neck brace. She then responded to
the altar call and was saved. Another, as she was being prayed
for, flung her crutches away and walked perfectly. My heart
rejoiced. Greater crowds began to attend my meetings. The
vision of my early experience was beginning to unfold. Now,
healing is the order of our meetings. THEY ARE NEVER
WITHOUT THE SUPERNATURAL.

The gifts of the spirit

are manifested. Surely His coming is soonl

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Deatk Struck

But God Performed a Miracle!

BY ALTON L. HAYES

It was during the year 1950, when the Lord spoke to my
father and me about building a church in the north part of
Dallas, Texas. We soon raised enough money to begin our
foundation, and we worked hard from morning until dark
digging pier holes and pouring the foundation. At this particu-
lar time, we lived at Midlothian, Texas. One evening when we
had finished work, we got in our car (my father, my wife and
I, and our two little girls, with my nephew) and began driving
home. We were going south, when another car approached us
going north. The driver was intoxicated and suddenly, without
notice, he turned his wheels in front of us causing a terrible

collision. The impact resulted in the motor being driven back-
ward into the front seat. At the same moment, my father's head
went through the windshield. He received compound frac-
tures, his bones coming through the flesh of his right arm, and
through his legs. His head having gone through the windshield,
and his legs being wedged under the seat, there was nothing
we could do for him immediately.

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In the meantime, I managed to get out of the car. I was in a
dazed condition, but was able to walk to a filling station about
a hundred feet away. There was a woman there and I asked
her, "Are you a Christian?" She replied, "Yes." I said, "Would
you pray for me?" She looked at me and saw the blood on my
face, and suddenly became hysterical. At that moment a man
ran in the store and said, "There has been an awful tragedy.
I am sure there have been several people killed in that car
wreck. We had better call an ambulance." I was conscious just
long enough to say, "Call Dudley Hughes, on Jefferson Street.
Brother and Sister Hughes are good friends of ours." So they
called Dudley Hughes and that was the last I remembered. I

fell unconscious, as the ambulance rushed to the scene. It
is against the law to take six people at one time in an ambu-
lance, but they saw our condition, and they got us all in. My
father was pulled out of the front seat of the car and was put

in the ambulance with us, and we were taken to the Methodist

Hospital in Dallas. By this time my father had lost so much
blood, they could not understand how he was still alive.

Friends gathered in the corridor of the Hospital, while the
doctors and nurses tried to do their best for us. Soon a doctor
went out into the hall and said, "If you want to see any of the
Hayes family alive, you may see them now. None of them will
live longer than possibly thirty minutes." Many people went
into the emergency room, and they looked at us for what they
thought was the last time, alive. The doctors had no hope for
my father, but they started giving him blood transfusions. He
lingered on for many days, although the doctors continued to
entertain no hope for him. His face was so lacerated that they

did not even take stitches. They just put big clamps on his face.
They expected that if he lived, they would have to use surgery
to help his disfigured face. Then on the tenth day, they took
the dressing off of my father's face and, to their surprise, God
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It was true; father did not have a scar! The doctors could
not understand it, and they told my father, "It was a higher
power that healed your face." His physical condition was
somewhat improved, but they said that even if he lived, he
would be an invalid the rest of his life. At first they said his
legs could not be set because his bones were chewed up into
little splinters. But he was praying and folks all over Texas
were praying. The doctors could not understand, but God was
re-creating bones all the time. They took a number of X-rays
and at last said that there was enough new bone to set the
legs. They set his legs and placed him in a cast, and after many
days the doctors X-rayed again, and said, "We believe that it
is going to be possible for this man to walk again, but it is
going to be on crutches."
They attempted to set his bones, and the Lord was certainly

with them, in performing the work. After wearing this cast for
119 days, they put him in braces from his hips on down and
they placed locks on each knee. My father, like a baby, had to
learn to walk all over again, but soon he was able to hold his
balance very well.
One night my father was in the church, and the power of
God fell. As he was walking up on the platform on his crutches,
the glory seemed to sweep over the place, and he felt that God
had given him increased faith. So he said, "After a service
like this I feel that God will heal my body." He laid his
crutches down and started to walk all over the building. He
began to cry and shout that God had performed a miracle.
From that night forward he did not have to walk with his
crutches. In another service, just a few nights afterward, when
the glory of the Lord came down again, my father said, "The

Lord has healed me and I don't have to use these braces any
longer. I believe that God can help me to walk normally this
night." So, he took off his braces. He walked all over the build-

ing, stepped upon the platform that was about eighteen inches

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high and, from that night, he has walked normally. His
crutches and his braces today stand in the closet of his home.

HOW GOD HEALED ME

At the time of the collision, my head struck the middle of
the front seat. This caused the seat to be knocked loose from
both hinges. The impact broke a blood vessel in my head, and
I began to hemorrhage at once. Blood was gushing out of my
nose as we were being taken to the hospital, and it seemed my

end had come. The doctors examined me when we arrived,

and they said, "We don't see how this boy has lived as long
as he has." For fifteen days I lay on a hospital cot, which every-
one thought was my death-bed. At times I would become
conscious and would feel intense pain in my body. I was so
miserable that I would cry out to God to let me die. I would
toss and tumble from one side of the bed to the other. Some-
times the pain would be so severe that I would pull the hair
from my head. Then I would go off into unconsciousness again.

On the fifteenth day, about seven o'clock in the evening, big
clots of blood began to pass from my head into my stomach.
This nauseated me, and I began to pass large clots of blood.

All during the night I hemorrhaged, and by morning I was

rapidly weakening. During the day my heartbeats became
weaker and weaker. When I was conscious I realized that the
doctors and medical science could do nothing for me, and that
soon I must die.

It was at this time that I began to call on God. As I prayed,
I thought of the millions of people going to hell without God.
I cried to the Lord and said, "God if you will raise mc off of
this death-bed as a testimony to You, I will go before the
people and preach with all the strength that You give me, to

win every lost soul I can from a devil's hell. Lord, I will seek

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Thy truths, and I will try my best to be the man that You

would have me to be." At 6:30 that night the Lord spoke to me
and said, "My son, you are going to live." This was the best
news I had heard in all my life.

As soon as God spoke to me that I would live, the hemorrhag-

ing stopped. Then the Lord showed me a vision of hell. I saw
refined, cultured people from all walks of life before me. As I
stood, looking into hell, I saw millions of inhabitants, some rich
and some poor. Some would call my name and say, "Brother
Hayes, isn't there something you can do for us? Can't you give
us a drink of water?" Then I thought of the Scripture where
God has said, "My Spirit will not always strive with man." I
said, "I wish tJiat there were something I could do for you.
I
would even be willing to give my own life's blood if it would
save you out of this place.

The Lord said in John 3:16—

" 'God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten
Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but
have everlasting life.' You had your chance, but the day of
your opportunity has gone. You have crossed over the bound-
ary line of grace and, regardless of your vows and your resolu-
tions and your prayers to God, there is nothing that can save
you. No one can help you. You have sinned away your day of
grace."

When I awoke my heart was stirred, and filled with such
love as I had never known before. God gave me a compassion
for the souls of men that I never before had. I realized the sad
condition that the world is in, with people going on day by
day, careless and unconcerned.
There was one incident that impressed me, while I was lying
there on that bed. At one time the nurses came in and injected
a needle into my right arm and began to give me a blood trans-
fusion. I had felt life going out of me, and my chest and lungs
seemed to be caved in. But when the blood began to flow into

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my body, I felt new life coming where death had seemed to
have taken hold. As I looked at that blood, I thought how
much life there is in it. And then I thought of the blood of
Jesus, and of the life that there is in it. There is power in the
blood to overcome every evil force and to bring deliverance to
every sinner and to heal any man or woman that is dying of
cancer, even when the doctors say there is no hope. There is
power in that blood to cleanse from all sin as the Scripture says

in, I John 1:7—

"The blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all

sin."

What a miracle it was when the Lord raised me upl God
created a new ear drum in my left ear. The doctors said I

would never have normal use of my left eye. It had been
paralyzed and I could not move it in any direction; I could not
close my eyelid; my face was disfigured. I had facial paralysis
on the left side. Blood clots were pressing against my brain,
and my head was almost a size larger than normal. At seven
o'clock, the night the Lord spoke to me, I felt a bolt of power
go through me from the top of my head to the sole of my feet.
I knew that I was healed. Four days later I was dismissed from
the hospital and was permitted to go home.
Sometimes people have asked me why it was that the Lord
allowed such a tragedy to occur. Just before I was healed I
asked the Lord why this happened when I had been trying
to serve Him with all my heart, and to win souls for Christ.
Then the Lord said,

Romans 8:28—

"All things work together for good to them that love
God, to them who are the called according to His pur-

pose."

I can certainly say that through this tragedy the Lord has
given me a greater love than I ever had before for lost souls
and suffering humanity.

Gkafrter 10

Tne Story of My Call

BY GAYLE JACKSON

It was in a small town in the central part of Missouri that
I was born, on the first day of August, 1913. Into a very humble
home I came, the third child in a family of nine children, eight

living, one dead. It was in this part of Missouri that I spent
most of my boyhood days.

GOD SPEAKS TO MY HEART AT THE AGE OF FIVE

At the tender age of five God began to speak to my heart
about my life's work. At that time my parents were unsaved,
so both they and other relatives misunderstood my feelings.
Father had not made a profession of faith, and mother was a
nominal member of the Baptist church; neither of them had
experienced conversion and they failed to instruct their chil-
dren in spiritual things. But let me pause to say that outside
of the fact that my parents were not Christians, no boy on
earth was ever blessed with sweeter or more precious parents.

At the time of writing, mother has been gone for many years,
but my father is still alive and active for all his 73 years.

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Time cannot dim the scenes of yester-year . . . when I was
a little boy at mother's knee ... or when I was running across
the yard to meet a tired, but smiling daddy, returning home
after a hard day's work. As I would meet him at the gate, he
would pick me up in his arms and caress me. Little did my
father know that in those childhood days of mine, God was
speaking to me and revealing to me that I had been chosen
of the Lord to be specially used in His service.

I well remember when my father and mother would ask me,
"Gayle, what are you going to be when you grow up?" And
they would laugh heartily when in my sincerity, I would
always answer, "A preacher." I knew even then that I was
called to preach. I can say from experience that God does
speak to children and it is never wise to discourage a child
of spiritual desires, regardless of its age. God, at that moment,
may be raising up one who will lead thousands to Christ.

Well do I remember never-to-be-forgotten school days—days
.that I spent as any other normal child. I received my education

in a rural grade school, and later a rural high school in central

Missouri. During those days God kept speaking to my heart
about my life's work! Whenever the teacher would ask us what
we would be when we grew up, I always would answer, "a
preacher." The other boys and girls would laugh at my answer.
I suppose that the laugh was quite in order, though, for by
this time I was getting to be quite a mischievous little lad.
But regardless of what I did, there was still that voice con-
stantly speaking to my heart, "I have chosen you." Always I
wanted to attend church and Sunday school. My parents hardly
ever attended, nor was it compulsory that I go, but I always
wanted to go. Therefore, on Sunday mornings, before mother's
death, I would be up, and with her help, getting ready for
Sunday School. My brothers and sisters rarely would go with
me, and I still remember my mother waving from the doorway,
as I would skip off alone to the church.

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CONVERSION

Believe it or not, friends, God walked and talked with me
as I made that Sunday morning journey to Sunday School. The

world will never know what those visits meant to me. It was
along that little dusty path on Sunday mornings, that I re-
ceived my first impressions of God's plan and destiny of my
life. I was not converted yet, though I wanted to be, but I felt
I was too young. But as God continued to speak to me, I be-
came very conscious of my sins and prayed often each day.
God's presence caused me to be interested in religion and I
attended all the revivals that came near our home. It was at
one of these revivals that God spoke to my heart and I went
to the altar and was definitely converted.
The revival came to a close, but as there were no regular
church services, one by one the converts began to drift back
into their old ways. Soon I was among those that had gotten
into a backslidden state. However, I was never the same after
my conversion and the desire for God in my heart was only
intensified.

A GREAT SORROW COMES

For the next three years of my life, I was just up and down
as far as my spiritual fife was concerned. Then came the
greatest sorrow that ever came to our little home. The dark
picture is painted on my memory as no artist could paint it—
the sickness, conversion and death of my mother.

It was in the early winter of 1927. One evening, about an
hour after sundown, my mother had placed the steaming sup-
per on the table and called the family in to eat it. The meal
was excellent and all of us children enjoyed her cooking. I can
sec her now as she stood by the table and instead of taking her

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seat as usual, she told father and us to go ahead. She com-
plained of being ill, and said she wouldn't eat. As far as I
know, mother never again sat down with us to eat another
meal. She went to bed and the family physician was called. He
carefully examined mother, then shook his head and announced
that mother had contracted double bronchial pneumonia.
Eleven days later my mother passed away.

During the illness that preceded her death, mother sought

God. She called for the Christians to pray for her, and she was
gloriously saved. After her conversion she had a sweet vision
of heaven, which lingered for hours. With a very rational mind,
mother described to us the beautiful scenes she was seeing in
heaven. She told us she would soon be there. She described a
beautiful stairway leading from her window into heaven and
she would not allow anyone to stand by the window and shut
out the view.

Just before she left us, she called my father and gave him
final instructions concerning the children she was leaving be-

hind. There were eight of us, the eldest being about fifteen
years old, and the youngest five months. One of the remarks
stamped so indelibly upon my memory was that made by
mother to father. She said, "Charley, do you want me to stay
here and help you bring up our children, or shall I go on to
heaven? As it is, the way is clear, not one thing in the way. But
if I did stay here there might be some little thing about the size
of that (measuring the tip of her finger) that would get in my
way and I would be lost." That was a question he couldn't an-
swer. My father loved my mother supremely, and with a tear-
stained face and a broken heart he turned from her. This
incident made a lasting impression upon my life. One little
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HE LOSES HIS MOTHER

Next, my mother called me to her. I was her little tousled-
headed boy, who loved his mother beyond everything. Out of
eight children, I was the only one she called to her. She knew

how I had always felt, and she took my hand in her hands and

looked up into my face and said, "Gayle, you will meet mother

in heaven, won't you?" Through my tears and with a choking

voice I said, "Yes, mother." Then she released my hand and
turned away. The next news I heard was, "Gayle, your mother
is gone." My heart was broken and I could hardly stand the
thought. But today I can see through it all. And I will keep
that promise that I made to mother, to meet her in heaven,
where death, sin, and sickness never come. The passing of
mother left me very quiet, and caused me to think more
deeply of my life's call.

As time went on, my father moved to another part of the

country, feeling that the change would be good for us all. In
our new home in southern Missouri, father began to allow us
more liberty, and his hand of restraint was lifted, to a great
extent, thinking he was being kind to us. He loved us and
wanted to be good to us. We realized this, too, so I took ad-
vantage of this new liberty (as most children do) and became
a very sinful child, so that by the time I was 18 years old, I had
drifted into the depths of sin.
But during this period of drifting, God would constantly
remind me of my calling and the promise I had made to my

dying mother. I made many promises to God and read the
Bible frequently because I knew that some day I would need
Biblical knowledge to carry out the plan of God for my life.

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CONVERTED IN MISSOURI REVIVAL

About three years went by since we had moved to southern
Missouri. Then, the news was spread that a great revival was

in progress at Kennett, Missouri. This was about five miles

from where we lived. The hunger in my heart for God led me
to this revival, where God made it plain to me that my hour
had come. I was now 18 years of age, almost 19.1 attended the
revival night after night. I listened to the young Evangelist
as he preached most earnestly. I thought of my promise to
mother, and also of God's plan for my fife. I knew that when
I gave my heart to God I must begin preaching. No one knew
what was going on in my heart.

Each night as people streamed to the altar, I would stand
and try to fight off conviction in my heart. I rushed to the
altar, confessed my sins, promised God that I would preach,
and was gloriously converted. About 40 days later, God filled
me with the mighty Baptism of the Holy Ghost.

BEGINNING OF MINISTRY

I did not wait any longer. From that hour, I began preaching

—in school houses, on street corners, and in the church where
I was converted. Those were days of heaven on earth. My
heart and soul were aflame with the Power of the Holy Ghost,
and I felt happy at last that I was in the will of God.

"YOU'LL BE BACK IN A WEEK"

My first call to hold a revival was to Memphis, Tenn. I felt a

little "shaky" btit I knew that God had called me and would go

with me. So, off I went to Memphis to preach a revival. I bade
my father good-bye and told him that I was going off to

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preach. He laughed and said, "You'll be back in a week," but it
has been almost 18 years now and I've never been back home
yet, only on a short visit. I have been actively engaged in the
Lord's work for almost 18 years, with a full-time ministry. Not
once has God ever failed me in any way. Though I have failed

Him, no man ever desired to please Him more than I. God
has been with me all along the way. He has been my every-
thing. I never knew the blessing of a good pastor, as I im-
mediately began preaching when I was saved. I leaned on God
for my teaching. I knelt before Him and buried my face in His

Holy Word and asked Him to teach me by His Spirit. I found

in the Bible a scripture that says: "If any man lack wisdom, let

him ask God, who giveth to all men liberally and upbraideth
not." So I sought God and He blessed me and gave me great
revivals. My first revival was a great meeting under a large
tent with many saved and filled. This thrilled my soul and
made me to know that God was with me, as I had few if any,
natural talents, except to speak as God directed me.

LIFE'S GREATEST BLESSING—MY WIFE

It was in the Memphis revival that God gave to me the
greatest blessing of my life, my precious wife and helpmeet.
It was a little humorous how my marriage came about, as I,

with boldness, declared from the pulpit that I was not in-
terested in the girls, and would appreciate it if they would
just let me alone. But one night the pastor announced that a
certain young lady would sing. She stepped up and sang a very
beautiful song, entitled, "Love Found A Way To Redeem My
Soul." That very night God said to me, "That is to be your
wife," so the very next day found me knocking on Evelyn's
door. I simply went in and told her what I had come for. We
had a short courtship of about two weeks and were married.
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ever before that God spoke to me that night and gave to me my
life companion in the work of God. I do not have words or
space to express all that my wife has meant to me in the work
of the Lord, and to my life's happiness. Suffice it to say that
she has meant everything to my ministry.

My first revival came to a close with results far beyond my
expectations. I suppose that I felt as the Disciples felt when
they returned to the Master, rejoicing because devils were sub-
ject to them. So with my God-given companion by my side,
and believing that I was in the center of His will, we moved
on to our next engagement. This was a little city about seventy
miles north of Memphis, known as Dyersburg, Tennessee. A
large Gospel tent had been erected for our campaign. It was
a great sight to see the tent packed out, with hundreds stand-

ing around in each night, unable to find a seat, but the great

thrill of my heart was to see the weary, sin-burdened men,
women, and children coming to Christ each night as the in-
vitation was extended. Many knelt at the old-fashioned altar
and found Christ precious to their life after listening to my
very simple, but God-anointed messages. From this point, we
moved on into several cities and states, God going before us,
and standing with us to confirm His Word.

"LITTLE MARIE"

Here, at this time, I would like to mention the sweetest
blessing that ever came to our home. My wife and I had been
married a year when we adopted Little Marie. We took her
from the St. Peter's Orphanage at Memphis, Tennessee, where
she had been placed as an infant. Marie is my wife's sister.
She is the fifth child in their family, and her mother died when
she was born. My wife was the oldest child, being only four-
teen years old at the time of her mother's death. There were
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twelve, nine, and down to the little brother who was two and
one-half years old when their mother died.
Their father, realizing the great responsibility of children
and caring for a small infant, placed the baby in the orphanage
(not to be adopted out, as he paid them to keep her), to re-
main until she was old enough that the other children could
take care of her. During the time she was in the orphanage, my
wife and I married. We visited the orphanage quite often, and
we felt that God would have us take Little Marie to bring
her up as our own. We did so, and have never had one moment
of regret, as she has always been an angel to our household.
We feel that we have been richly rewarded for taking her
and loving her as our own, as she has been the source of much
joy and happiness to our hearts. She gave her heart to God
as a child and was filled with the Holy Spirit and has lived
a pure life for God. She is grown now and married to a fine
Christian man. It is our privilege to have them with us in the
Gospel work at this time. I feel that it is in order to explain
this, since Marie is just like our own child. We have no chil-
dren of our own.

God blessed us as we traveled far and near—my wife and
baby and I. We were having great revivals, but my heart
was hungry, ohl so hungry—and there was such a God-given
desire in my heart to seek God earnestly. I read my Bible and
spent much time in prayer and fasting. It was a common thing
for me to go without food or water for three days at a time,
and praying several hours a day, earnestly seeking God for His
guidance and greater revivals. God honored my sincerity by
giving great revivals wherever we went.

About the time that the first year of my ministry had passed,

God began to speak to me about healing. I had spent most of
my time preaching salvation and a Spirit-filled life for every
believer, but God had begun to speak to me about the sick and
suffering.

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CALLED TO HEALING MINISTRY

It seemed that every blind, cripple, or sick person that I
met was inaudibly crying out to me for deliverance. Over this
feeling of compassion, I wept much, and prayed and fasted
more, until my pillow at night was wet with tears. So I began
preaching healing, as taught in the Bible, and praying for the
sick on each Friday night in my meetings. In these services we
saw a few miracles and many healings. This was very en-
couraging to me, so I continued this type of ministry for about
eight years with outstanding results. Then, one Sunday after-
noon in November, 1939, out of the clear sky, God made it

plain to me that I was to go to the little town of Sikeston, in the
southeast part of Missouri, and build a church to the glory of
God. It is a town of about 10,000 population. At that time I had
my evangelistic schedule and dates made several months in
advance, to conduct revivals in various cities in Florida and
Texas. I knew that it was God that was leading me to Sikeston,
so I obeyed. I canceled my meetings and dates and went to
Sikeston.

We labored in Sikeston for nine years, but our labors were
not in vain. God gave us a very fruitful ministry. Our church
grew until our Sunday School attendance reached the average
of 363. We had a lovely group of members. It seemed that we
now had everything that we had hoped for: a good church,
nice income, and many kind friends. At this very moment,
when it seemed that we should have been the happiest, I be-
came the most restless that I have ever been in all my life.

RESTLESSNESS, MISERY STRIKE

I prayed and prayed. When I retired at night I could not
rest. I would get up from bed and go into the living room,

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kneel by the divan, and bury my face in the rug. My heart was
so heavy. Hours and hours I spent talking to God. Every day
and night I asked Him, "What is it, Lord?" while from the
natural standpoint I had everything that a minister could ask
for. It seemed that my prayers had been answered, but in my
heart was that indescribable something that kept me so stirred
that sleep left my eyes and I could not rest. I sought God,
but the restless feeling remained. I became desperate. I told

God that I would do anything that He said do; that all I pos-
sessed He had given to me, and I would give it all back to Him
if He wanted it. I felt if I were willing to sacrifice material
things that God had given to us, that maybe it would help. In
my desperation, and in my hope to find a solution to this new
experience, I talked the whole thing over with Evelyn. I told
her that I felt if we would give to God of the material things

with which He had prospered us—that would solve my

problem.

MATERIAL SACRIFICE DOES NOT AVAIL

She readily agreed that whatever I thought we should do,

she would stand with me. We had built and paid for a little

home at a total cost of $7,300. It was ours with no indebtedness

against it. We mortgaged it for $7,500 and took every penny

of the money and all that we had saved, placed it all together,

and gave $10,000 to our church building fund. This we both

did cheerfully; but, to my surprise, this gift or sacrifice did not

change my feelings for the better—if anything I grew more
restless than ever.

It was at this moment of my life that God once again spoke

to me concerning this sick, sinful habit-bound world. That
great feeling of compassion came upon me again with, it
seemed, a thousand times more impact than ever before. The

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cry of a sick world seemed to be pleading with me, calling,

"Help! Help! Help!"

As was my custom since my conversion, I read my Bible

in search of help for that hour. There I had always been able to

find the answer to every problem—God's Word and prayer.

As I read and prayed I was shown that I was able, by the
Power of the Holy Ghost, to carry on the ministry of my Lord
and the apostles. God made it plain to me that if I would pay
the price, my hour had come to fulfill the purpose for wlu'ch I
was born—to carry the message of Divine Deliverance to a lost

world.

I looked around me on every side and I could not see Bible
Days in action. I read in God's Word, Matthew 17:21, "How-
beit this kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting." Those
words fastened themselves upon my soul. I could not get away
from that memorable text uttered by our Lord nineteen hun-
dred years ago.

ALONE WITH GOD

Now I knew what it was all about. I was to step forth into
the work that God had called me to. The hunger in my soul
was so great that I had come to the place in my life that I had
rather die than live if I could not see a broken, demon-
oppressed world set free by the mighty power of God.
One afternoon as Evelyn and I sat in our living room this
great call was resting heavily on my heart. I said, "Evelyn,
darling, God is calling me to go out and set the captives free,
but I must first prepare myself. My preparations may take
me near to death, and I do not know where and when it will
end, but you need not prepare any food for me until I let you
know. If I become unconscious, please let me alone and allow
no one to disturb me. I am going alone with God."

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GOD GIVES MINISTRY OF DELIVERANCE

At that hour, my seeking God in prayer and fasting began in

deeper earnestness than ever before. I do not tell any more

how long I fasted, but suffice it to say that during this period

of seeking God, He spoke to me twice, face to face. Don't mis-
understand me, I never saw God; but I heard His voice speak-

ing to me, saying, "Son, thy prayers are accepted of Me. Go,

and I will go before you; and as long as you will give me all

the glory, and live holy, and walk humbly before me, no
disease shall stand before your prayer."
I hope that you will understand that all this was a little
amazing to me at first, and I must say that I trembled in His
presence and wondered just how it would all come to pass.
I testified to my church of what God had told me and they
believed my testimony to the extent that a cancer, a blind eye,
deafness, paralysis, and many other diseases were healed be-
fore I was able to resign my church and go forth with the
message of Deliverance.
One of the many things that troubled me was the question
of whether sinners would get saved and people receive the

Holy Ghost when I preached Healing: but Oh, thank God! I
can report to you that, at this writing, thousands are being
saved, and as many as 500 in one night have received the
Baptism of the Holy Ghost, plus the thousands that are being
healed of all manner of disease.
Thank God! He is confirming His Word. The blind see!
The deaf hear! The cripples walk! Cancers die, and all manner
of sickness leaves as this great Sign-gift, Salvation, Divine
Healing Revival moves on!

I believe that this is God's last call to a sinful world so I urge
one and all to prepare to meet your God.

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One Letter Cnan^ed

My Life

BY RICHARD JEFFERY

I was in a revival meeting, in a little town in the State of
Oregon, in the spring of 1947, when the mailman left a letter

in the mail box that began a series of stories of a man who was

praying for the sick and who was having outstanding cam-
paigns in which the blind were seeing, the deaf were hearing,
and other miracles of healing were taking place.

I must confess that, as I read my father-in-law's letter that
day, I was skeptical. I doubted seriously some of the state-
ments made concerning the miracles that were common in the
meeting.

I had preached Jesus as the Saviour of the soul and the
Healer of the body for a number of years and, though I had
prayed for the deaf and the blind, yet not one time had one of
them received deliverance. I had pastored a small church in
Spokane, Washington, for one year and I believed the reports
we had heard of Dr. John Lake's ministry there. Dr. Lake's
daughter, Elizabeth, was our church pianist, and I had be-
lieved with all of my heart what I had heard her and her

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mother tell us, yet I had stood defeated, baffled at the lack of
what I thought ought to take place, as we prayed for those
who would come for prayer from time to time.
I had been saved during the summer of 1936 in a small

Full Gospel church in Sebastopol, California. I had suffered

with asthma for 20 years and only two weeks after my con-
version, I was prayed for and received healing. I was set free
by the power of God, and these sixteen years that have come
and gone have been spent in good health, with no sign at any
time of that dreadful malady.
In June of 1937, God spoke to my heart to labour for Him

in the consecration service at the graduation exercise of the
Maranatha class in Glad Tidings Temple in San Francisco. As
that great choir sang, "Hear the Lord of Harvest sweetly
calling, who will go and work for me today," God spoke to my
heart and I said, "Here am I, Lord, send me." I have never
been sorry of that consecration I made that night.

On April 5, 1939, Jesus baptized me in His Spirit, while
attending a revival at the Assembly of God Church in River-
side, California. Then came that eventful fall of 1941, when
we cast everything aside and went into full time service for
the Master.

The next six years were spent in pastoring two churches,
and having many revival meetings up and down the Pacific
Coast. Those were years in which I believed in healing.
Certainly He could heal; had I not been healed? And the
marvelous part of it all was that occasionally some soul would
press through and touch the hem of His garment. That was an
encouragement to me. In the casual sort of way, there were
people healed, but the deaf had come and gone with nothing.
The blind continued in their darkness, in spite of my rebukes
and my encouraging words. The lame went haltingly on their
way, with my heart bleeding and crying out to God for some-
thing that would help them. I had taken the attitude that heal-

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ing was theirs, for God had healed me. I knew it would work.
But, though I was sincere and honest, I was mistaken. God
never heals people because He healed me. He heals them be-
cause they believe His wonderful Word, because they claim
His promise, because they refuse to be denied.

How many times in those yester-years has my heart hurt me
as I stood defeated, apparently having failed. But I thank God
that Jesus came and showed me the way.
Then came that letter. In it was the story of a man to whom

God had appeared, and now, in the Name of Jesus, the blind
were seeing, the deaf were hearing and congregations of
tremendous size were gathering in this man's meetings. Ambu-
lances were bringing the sick to the meetings for prayer. Men
were coming who were lame, and would leap for joy as the
healing hand of the Lord was laid upon them.

As I read that letter that day, I said to myself, "I do not
believe it. After all, if all these things were happening, they

would happen in my meetings, for I pray for the sick and it
does not happen that way. Occasionally some are healed

all right, but I do not believe all this."

In the next two months, or possibly three, I heard that man's
name mentioned over and over again. Each time it seemed
that the stories of the miracle-working power of the Lord

would grow, and, by that time, I was definite in my declara-
tions of unbelief.
It was in the fall of 1947, while in a revival in northern
California, that one day the pastor of the church where we
were in meeting, and I went into Klamath Falls, Oregon. There
on the street we met a brother whom the pastor knew, who
asked the question, "Have you heard the news?" and, of course
we did not know what news it was he referred to, nor why all
the jubilance and the glory his face radiated. Naturally, we
inquired what was going on. His immediate reply was, "Brother
Branham is coming to Ashland for a few clays of meeting."

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Ashland was only some 85 or 90 miles from where we were

in that meeting and, as we journeyed on our way home, the

good pastor decided he would be in Bro. Branham's services
there. I declared, "It will hurt our revival," but he declared,

"We'll take our congregation with us."

My mind was made up. I would not move one step toward
that meeting although it was only two hours drive or so from
where we were. The pastor announced that I would stay and
hold the fort for the three days of the meeting, but that all who
wished could feel free to go to Ashland, Oregon, to Brother
Branham's services. They all went but myself and a few folk

who had no way of going. We held the fort all right, but there
wasn't much to hold. Oh, how I have wished since then that
I had broken my will and had submitted to His will Who
governs the universe, and Who holds the stars in their place.

God had something in store for me, but I had stubbornly re-

fused.

Then came a trip into Northern Oregon to visit my wife's
sister and her husband. I'll never forget that night, as we stood
at the door and lightly knocked for admittance. Of course the
family was happy to see us, but before our greetings were
hardly finished, I was asked, "Have you been in any of Brother
Branham's meetings?" Of course I had not been, and con-
fessed I had not been. Then began a story that took seven
hours long to tell; of the miracles, and of the discerning of
spirits; of the authority to cast out evil spirits in the Name of
Jesus and, I confess to you, my heart was broken that night. At
three o'clock in the morning, I purposed to be in the meeting
Brother Branham was to have in Fresno, California, on De-
cember 9, 10, 11, 1947.
It was a cool December day, at two o'clock in the afternoon

on December 9, when we came to the auditorium. Neverthe-
less, there were well over 250 people there, at that hour, and

by evening that large auditorium was filled.

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In that service that night after several people had been
prayed for, there came a deaf mute girl, of about 18 years, for
healing. I'll never forget it. When Brother Branham asked
that we bow our heads, I certainly bowed mine. I had asked
that night for Jesus to forgive me for my stubbornness and un-
belief in the whole matter, and now I was doing my very best
to believe, though I had never seen a deaf person receive heal-

ing. I bowed my head nearly to my knees, and cried out to

God, "Please help that poor brother who is surely on the spot
before all these people." But I discovered something. That
brother had already been helped. He had already made the
contact with God, that I needed so sorely. I was the one who
needed the help, and Jesus, in response to my cry, heard me,
and I found grace to help in time of need.
The next year, while pastoring a church just north of San
Francisco, some 50 miles, I sought God earnestly. He showed
me the way. It was the WORD way. Something happened in
my heart. I'm not exactly sure what it was. As I sought the

Lord, I discovered what my heart had longed for, for so long,
had taken place. There was an assurance, a knowledge that
what God had said in His Word was true. I needed nothing
else.

The first person ever healed of blindness, in any of my meet-
ings, received that healing in my own church. The first deaf
person who was made to hear, received that hearing in my
church, and it was there that instantly the lame were made to
walk. It was there that the Son of God spoke to my heart to
take this marvelous ministry of deliverance to the people of
the world.

Four full years have come and gone since my first healing
campaign, but those years have been filled with glory and
power as the Acts of the yesterdays again take place, through
faith in the Christ of the Bible. That One Whom we love and
serve, Who walked Judea's dusty road, Who trod the sandy

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shores of Blue Galilee, Who fed the 5,000, Who healed the sick
and raised the dead, stands by to honor His Word, as people
come believing the promise of a never-changing God.
In the present campaign, miracles have been the order of
the day. It can best be expressed by Pastor R. H. Marshall
of the Bethel Assembly of God Church here in Indio. These are
his words, as he has given them to me.
"We are, at the present moment, in one of the finest meet-
ings that I have ever attended. Night after night the power of
the Lord has been manifested. Some of the most outstanding
healings have taken place at the tent, in which the meeting is
conducted, that I have ever had the privilege of seeing.
"This is a campaign where souls have been saved, healed

and filled.

"The Full Gospel churches of Indio have gotten behind this
move, and it is a real move of God, for which we praise Him.
"Deaf ears have been instantly opened; the mute has been
made to speak; goiters have melted away; crossed eyes have
been straightened; the diabetic has received complete healing;
and the lame has been made whole.
"We, here in Indio, surely can say that 'Jesus Christ is the
same yesterday, and today, and forever.'" (Heb. 13:8.)

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