An Alarming Warning -Chapter 9

After my born-again experience, realizing I was starting a brand new life, I mused on how life was going to change. I had been told about Jesus the healer. "He's going to heal you, he's going to set you free, and he's going to use you," they said. Eli and Van were the couple who had brought me to the Lord and for the next two years they were always available to me to listen to the damage in my soul, and to pray with me. Never in my life have I known a couple more patient, more loving, more the actual parents I had never had. They fed me books, and I just couldn't get enough of them. They marveled at my hunger for more. "You've already finished that???" "Yes, more please."

These books became my hospital room. I was a voracious reader. I knew I had to unlearn all I had ever been taught about "religion," and re-learn the truth. One very stern and very serious order Eli gave me was, "Read your Bible every day. Every single day for the rest of your life. It's the Word of God. That's where the Lord will meet you. Through his Word he will heal you."

And I did that. I had never read the Bible before because the Catholic nuns had told us NOT to. They said it's too hard to understand, and there's an order of priests called the Jesuits whose responsibility is to interpret the Bible to us. Eli was a man anointed of God to answer all my questions with so much wisdom that it blew me away. So when he told me I must read the Bible every day, I did. I began right away. And I continue to this very day. It has truly been my LIFE.

One day I was sitting in my livingroom musing on the changes taking place in me and on the new life of healing and deliverance I was going into. My imagination carried me away with the expectation that all things were going to be made good and that I'd glorify God by telling everyone who'd listen. 

Suddenly, Jesus was standing in the room. I saw him as in previous times, "in the spirit." I hope you the reader won't underestimate this kind of experience. It is very, VERY real. It is not a figment of one's imagination. And that's often proved by what he says, which is always something totally unexpected.

He stood there and then he spoke. "Do you REALLY trust me?" he asked.

Again, the seriousness of the voice made me not answer quickly. I would have loved to answer "after all I've experience with you in the past few months and you'd ask me this? Of course I trust you." But I didn't say that, because I had a strong impression that I'd better think this over before answering. 

I went through all the "what if's." What if I was going to get a serious illness? What if I were to lose a child? What if the house was going to burn down? What if one of my parents died? What if Eli or Van died? I rotated through the rolodex in my brain and considered each "what if" and finally came to where I could answer, "Yes. I trust you, no matter what."

If only I had known.....