I was asked at one time to come to a certain city to preach for a certain
denomination for a couple of weeks, which I did. On coming I found that I
was to stay with a certain doctor who had a daughter five years old. One
afternoon she was sitting talking with me and I found her almost as smart
as a high school girl. Toward evening I said to her, "Honey, you are sick."
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'll be all right in the morning."
But she became seriously ill that evening, insomuch that the next day her
father sent for another doctor, a nurse and a lady to help. About three
o'clock the third morning the doctor came up into my room and made a
confession which he needed not to have made. Then he said, "I've come to my
wit's end; I know of no help for the child. But would you please pray for
her? But pray right away, as she may pass away any time." I began to pray
right away. I put on my clothes and ran down stairs, praying all the while.
When I got down stairs everything was quiet, and when the doctor met me, he
said, "Less than three minutes after you commenced to pray my daughter went
to sleep, and I believe when she wakes up she will be well." She slept
until four in the afternoon. When she awakened, she said, "I want to get up
and dress." The doctor said, "No, honey, you can't do that; you have been
awful sick. You will have to stay in bed and be quiet until you get
stronger." She said, "Where is Brother Susag?" He said, "Do you want to see
him?" She said, yes, so they called me and I said, "Praise the Lord,
honey." She said, "Can't I dress?" "Sure, you can dress," I said, and so
they dressed her. Then she said, "Now I want to get up and run." Again the
doctor said, "You can't do that." She said, "Brother Susag, can't I run?" I
said, "Sure, you can run," and out of the bed she went, but she stumbled
against the wall, and the doctor went to catch her. She said, "Don't touch
me. If I need help, Brother Susag can help me." Then through the house she
ran with the father, mother and nurse after her. I was standing in the
middle of the room praising God. Finally she stopped and faced her father
and said, "Can't I run, daddy?" He said, "Sure you can, honey."
Her father came and put his arms around my neck weeping and said, "You
saved the life of my child." I answered, "No, I didn't." He said, "Who did
then?" I said, "You made a humble confession and asked one of the Lord's
servants to pray, and the Lord honored your faith and healed her." "Yes,"
he said, "but if you hadn't been here she would have been dead now."
A humble confession is a sure stepping stone to faith.
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