Life took a sudden change for him since his wife had been sent home to die from cancer of the stomach, now he awakened every day with the dread that this might be the last day of her life. At lunchtime everyday he picked up his food from the mill cafeteria and walked the short distance to the row of mill houses and into the unlocked door of the one designated for the Foreman. It was hard for him to eat with his wife watching, her eyes looked large in her face so thin from not being able to eat and digest food. One afternoon as he sat in his office there was a tap on the door; it was the “Preacher”, the one from the little Pentecostal church down the street. He had been walking through the mill on a weekly basis encouraging the workers and then stopping by to say a prayer with the Foreman of the mill, Mr. Stultz. As he walked in on this day Mr. Stultz had just returned from his lunch and he decided to ask this man, whose church he didn’t attend, to go by and pray for his wife. After all, what could it hurt? She was dying.
Next day the Preacher walked upon the wooden porch, tapped on the door and entered as he had been instructed to do. He walked in and saw the small, frail woman lying there on her bed, he introduced himself and then said, “I have come to pray for you, would you like that?” She nodded her assent, Preacher then quoted a scripture, Matthew 18: 19-20 “Again I say to you that if two of you agree on earth concerning anything that they ask, it will be done for them by My Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them.” As he laid his Bible on her stomach he knelt on the floor several feet from the bed and prayed a simple prayer of faith and healing, he then stood and left as she thanked him for stopping by and praying. It was only a few minutes before her husband made his daily lunch stop. He sat his tray on a little table by the bed, she looked up and said, “I would like a sip of your iced tea” which surprised him as even the smallest sip of water would gurgle in her throat and partially come up, but she took the tea, turned it up and drank it all down. She then asked for a bite of his lunch, she ate it all, completely! She was totally and completely healed.
Mr. Stultz called the Preacher in and told him all that had happened. They had sent his wife home to die and now she was able to eat, began gaining weight and was able to get up and take care of her home!
That lady was in her forties when my dad prayed for her, we were sent a newspaper article a few years ago showing a picture of Mrs. Stultz with her family celebrating her birthday, number ninety-four! She had outlived her husband but was surrounded by her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren! God still answers prayers.
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Very cool.
I have a story very similar, but with complex reverberations which I do not know a simple telling of…
I will try.
When I was in high school, I made friends with Bill. Bill was cool. Bill was a really good-looking kid who had lots of girlfriends. He was a lot of fun to talk with too. Also, he had a big pickup truck with the 6inch lift kit. It was one of the highest profile vehicles in our little town.
Anyway, so I admired Bill. I only got to know him my senior year really. I recall he had two sisters. Both of them were lookers too. The older one hand joined the Marines and didn’t live in town anymore. The younger one I knew – sorta.
But I was never close with Bill. I don’t know when I met him. Probably knew him for years before, but different cliques and all, I did not really know him. But that senior year, that began to change. I know that the night some of my buddies and me decided to steal the Dolores City Limit sign and swap it with the one from our town, it was Bill who hauled it for us. (Yeah, we broke the law together too! – just mischief, but risky business all the same)
Bill was not particularly religious, but his parents were. Especially his mom. They went to the Assembly of God church. I was raised in the Church of Christ. (I have no reason to think you know much about CofC, but historically we are a little on the very conservative/hardbitten side, very reserved. We didn’t pray for miracles like healing and so forth. etc etc… also, and most importantly, we did not associate with other churches much – historically speaking…) Don’t get me wrong, CofC was all about having friends all over town… People we assumed were lost and hell bound even if they were morally upright Baptists or Methodists or Pentecostals! We could befriend you, love you even, but it was best not to talk about Jesus too much because that would upset the apple cart.
Anyway, it was a small town too. Big enough that not everybody knew everyone else, but not too much bigger than that. About 12,000 people in all.
Anyway… when I was a teenager, I was so disappointed with church, I quit. I still considered myself spiritual, but I wouldn’t give you two cents for church. I was checked out about 9/10 the way.
I think Bill was a little embarrassed by his mother’s faith. I even think his dad might have been – a little. He didn’t know it, but I had visited the Assembly of God church a couple of times before – not for worship, exactly, but for some youth group stuff. I had not met him there for any of it. But here I was hanging out with Bill a whole lot all of a sudden, and one evening (must have been a Sunday) he “had to go to church” to please his mother. I said I would tag along. Of course that was my ticket. Bill couldn’t uninvited me, though he might would have liked to, but his mom would not allow that! I was in…
The worship service was not too far out of the ordinary. Different from what I was used to, definitely, but I had visited Baptists, Methodists, and Catholic Mass before that and so I already understood that my experience was the weird one. Of course, the Holy Rollers were in yet another class, but I didn’t see anything all that flamboyant that night. But then a few minutes before the service was really concluded, Bill nudged me and led me out of the worship service. We ducked out before it was over.
A little later, we were back at his house and 30 minutes after that his parents came home. His Bills dad made a funny, sideways comment I never fully understood until much later. He told Bill, I saw you duck out before people started crawling under the pews and swinging from the ceiling fans.
It was several years later that I was talking to my mom about Bill when she figured out who I was talking about and said she knew who his dad was. Then she told me a story about him.
Aparently Bill’s Dad, Wes, grew up in the CofC – the same CofC my family attended. In fact Wes was best friends with one of our deacons, Chuck. In fact, these guys were best friends since the very first day they met on the first day of school in the first grade back in like 1951 or something like that. And then they went to church together too. And they made a pact when they were little to be the best man at each other’s weddings.
I really have no idea how my mom knew all this. She was not close with Wes or Chuck or any of their families. But I think she worked briefly for a small business in town where Wes did a lot of trading and so I figure they must have swapped these kinds of stories when Wes found out mom was CofC or something like that. But I am just guessing.
Anyway… When Wes was in about the 5th or 6th grade, he got sick. After many doctor visits they determined he had cancer. He began all manner of treatments and suffered through them. He went to specialists in Denver (I am really from Colorado, btw) and it was all to no avail. Finally, the docs sent him home to die. They had done all they could do.
As you can imagine… there were prayers for him at the CofC and among all his family. But when it became clear that he would not survive his illness, his parents were desperate. And so when one night a small group from the Assembly of God church knocked on the door at Wes’s parents house and asked if they could pray for the child, his mom agreed to it.
And sure enough, the next day Wes was well. As you can imagine, they had to get several second and third doctor opinions to verify it, but he was well. And well… after an experience like that… pretty soon Wes’s mom began attending the Assembly of God church where she had encountered the healing power of God.
I learned all of this years after I met Bill and went to church with him one night. I have always loved that story. I haven’t talked to Bill, I bet in 30 years now. But I have never forgot the impression he made on me – he and his whole family. And the little story about his dad always caps it off for me.
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Isn’t it amazing that it always seems to be people who didn’t grow up in it. Could be they get desensitized and if you accused them of not believing they would deny it but in a way I do think they just take it for granted. Both the people I have mentioned in the past two days were Baptist and has never attended our church but had heard the stories. I enjoyed your memories of Bill and glad it’s on my page! Thank you ‼️
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