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.