A Great Miracle
Betty Baxter

Introduction
The life story of Betty Baxter, which you will read here, is one of the most powerful miracles ever heard of. It is a drama of deliverance in our time that stands on a par with the greatest miracles in the Bible. That a young girl, hopelessly crippled and deformed, like the woman whom Jesus healed in Luke 13:10-13, could have faith that Jesus would heal her is a challenge to every person who has ever felt the terrible helplessness that follows long-term illness.

Jesus appeared to Betty, spoke to her, placed His scarred hands on her twisted spine, and in an instant He stretched her body out and made her perfectly well. It is a true story that took place in Fairmont, Minnesota in 1941. The Fairmont Daily Sentinel reported her healing in large front-page headlines. Shortly after her healing, 1,000 people gathered in the college auditorium to see and hear her tell her story.

Betty, now married and the mother of a beautiful son, now travels full-time with her husband all over America on every call they receive to come and tell what God has done. They are both evangelists and often hold revival campaigns with great results. Jesus of Nazareth, Who Healed Betty Baxter wants to do something for you as you read. You will not be the same afterwards.

The Story of Betty Baxter's Healing
As far back as I can remember, I was not healthy like other boys and girls. My body was twisted, mutilated and disfigured. I can never forget the terrible feeling that there was no hope. I know what it feels like to have a family doctor look into my case and say, "Betty, there's no hope," and then be driven from one hospital to another and see the specialists shake their heads and say, "In this case, medical science can't do anything!"

I was born with a crooked spine. Every vertebra was wrong and twisted around each other. As you know, the nerve centers are in the spine. The X-rays showed that the bones were twisted around each other, so my nervous system was also out of order.

One day while I was in the University Hospital in Minneapolis, Minnesota, I began to shake all over. It was a kind of tremor at first, but soon I was shaking terribly from head to toe. I jerked out of bed and fell to the floor. The doctor came rushing in and got me back into bed. He said: "That's what I've been waiting for. Now she has St. Vitus's dance and there's nothing to do but send her home again."

They took wide straps and tied me to the bed. It didn't stop me from shaking but from falling out of bed. They kept me tied to the bed day and night and only loosened the straps enough for my assistant to bathe me. If the straps were removed, my body would become unruly.

I know what it's like to suffer. I lived in suffering. The doctors gave me painkillers so I could endure my suffering. When I came into the world my heart was not normal and under the influence of anesthetics it got steadily worse. It happened that I had a heart attack every week.

Finally my body got so used to the poison that it had no effect. I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming when the disease raged. Only after two or three injections could I be free from the torturous, agonizing pain. I remember the day the doctor took away my painkillers. He said to my mother, "Mrs. Baxter, this is not working anymore. Her body has become accustomed to it." He took everything off my bed and said, "Betty, I am saddened that I cannot give you morphine injections anymore. That's all I can say now." I was only nine years old then. Oh, think how long the nights were, when I lay there and fought with the pain. Many times I tossed and turned in bed and fought to live and felt completely powerless. Then I lay unconscious for hours.

I was raised in a Christian home. My parents did not believe the whole gospel as I do today, they belonged to the Church of the Nazarene, but they loved Jesus. Mother had taught me as far back as I can remember, the story of Jesus. My mother believed the Bible and told me that Jesus was the same Savior today as He was when He walked on the shore of Lake Gennesaret and that He heals today, if only people would believe and trust in Him.

When I had these moments of pain, my mother's warm prayers were the only comfort I received. She lovingly led me to Jesus and told me that one day Jesus would heal me. My mother loved Jesus with great love and I believe that she understood Jesus better than I could ever understand. She seemed to know how to put the right words to me about Him. She made Jesus so real to me. When I was nine years old, during a time of terrible suffering, she led me to Jesus and I was saved.

My dear father did not have faith that Jesus would heal me, but he was a good father to me and never stopped my mother from praying for me.

My darkest hour came when they rolled me down the hospital corridor on an ambulance. The doctor came, stopped the ambulance and looked down at me: "Betty, we've X-rayed your back. Every vertebra is out of joint, your bones are twisted around each other and you need a new kidney. As long as you have the old kidney, you will have nothing but pain!"

My father said: "I will do everything in my power to make my child well again, but I will never cut her with a knife." I have never had surgery, except for the one time when Jesus intervened surgically and He left no scars. How wonderful it is when Jesus does something for us. It is always perfect and never has any after-effects.

"Well, Mr. Baxter," said the doctor, "we haven't the slightest hope of getting any order out of this bone mess that's in Betty's body. Take her home and let her be as happy as possible."

I was eleven years old at the time and had no idea that the doctor had no hope for me and was sending me home to die. I looked at him and said, "Yes, Doctor, but one day God will heal my body. I will be healthy and strong then!"

I had faith then, because my little mother had read me the Word of God and told me about Jesus, so my faith was strong. One of my mother's favorite Bible verses in those days was, "All things are possible to him that believeth," and "All things are possible with God."

They took me home when the doctor said I would soon die. For some unknown reason I got worse. The pains I had had before were nothing compared to what I was going to have after I got home again. Something broke inside me and I became blind. I lay blind for weeks. Then I became deaf and could not hear. My tongue swelled up and became paralyzed. I could not utter a word. But then the blindness left me, and so did the deafness and paralysis of my tongue.

It seemed as if I was being held by terrible powers that were trying to destroy me. But every day my mother prayed with me and told me that God was powerful enough to heal my body.

I cannot count the hours I lay there day after day, seeing no one but Father, Mother, and the doctor. As I lay there for those years, isolated from the world, I discovered one thing. Doctors can isolate you from your loved ones, they can keep your friends away from your bed, but they cannot isolate you from Jesus.

It was during those years of isolation that I became acquainted with the King of kings and Lord of lords. Many have said to me, "Betty, why didn't God heal you when you were a little child and had such faith?" I don't know! God's ways are not our ways. God's ways are best! One thing I do know now - during these terrible years of isolation and pain I have really come to know Jesus. He lives in the valley, my friend! He is the lily of the valley and there you will find Him, if you seek Him. When you stand in the shade, you will see Jesus.

Mother used to bathe me in the mornings and then she left me. A few times I would hear someone walking quietly by the side of my bed and I wondered if it was Mother coming into the room as I lay there listening. Then I would hear a gentle voice that I had come to recognize. It was not Dad's voice and it was not Mom's voice. It was not the doctor's voice either. It was Jesus speaking to me. The first time it happened He called me by name very gently. He knows your name and knows where you live.

"Betty! Betty! Betty!" He called me three times before I answered. I said, "Yes, Lord, stay with me and talk to me a little, for I am so lonely!"

Did He want to stay and talk to me? Yes, He did. He said a lot, but one thing I will never forget. I think the reason He told me this was because He knew it would make me the happiest. This is what He always said: "Betty, I love you!" Jesus, in His mercy, wanted to look down on me in my hidden position, as deranged and twisted as I was.

When Dad lifted me up, I was no taller than my four-year-old brother. Big lumps had grown on my back, the biggest ones on the top of my neck and then one after the other down my whole back. My arms were paralyzed all the way down to the wrists. I could only move my fingers. My head was twisted and lay on my chest. When I drank water, I had to drink through a funnel because I could not lift my head. It was in this position that Jesus whispered that He loved me. I said, "Jesus, help me to be patient, for I cannot do anything against You as long as I know "that You love me." Many times He whispered, "Remember, child, I will never forget you or leave you."

Dear friend, I am convinced that He loved me just as much when I was a cripple, forgotten by the whole world, as He does now that I am healthy and strong and able to work for Him.

I remember when Jesus stood by my bed, that I said to Him: "Jesus, do you know that the doctors won't give me any more morphine to ease my pain? I wonder if you know how bad this pain in my back is, where these lumps are?" And Jesus said: "Oh, I know! Don't you remember? That day I was hanging between heaven and earth, I carried the suffering and sickness of the whole world in my body."

As the years passed, I gave up all hope of getting well with the help of doctors. One day my father came to me, lifted my deformed body in his arms, and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at me with great tears running down his rough face. "My dear," he said, "you don't know, you haven't the slightest idea what money is, but I've given everything, I've paid everything I have and more to make you well. Betty, your father has gone as far as he can go. There's no more hope."

He took out his handkerchief and wiped away his tears. As he looked at me he said, "I don't think Jesus wants you to suffer much longer. He's coming to take you home soon, and when you get inside, stand there and watch for who's coming. One day you'll see father come through the pearly gates. The doctors say it'll be soon."

I want to say right away that although I had given up all hope in human help, I still had faith in God!

One day before sunset I was attacked by such unbearable pain that I became completely unconscious. 3 hours later my mother noticed that I was almost not breathing and I had practically no pulse. She asked the doctor to come. After an examination he said: "This is probably the end, she will hardly regain consciousness." I lay unconscious for four days and nights. The family was called in and all formalities were avoided.

On the fifth day I remember opening my eyes. Mother leaned over the bed and placed her cold hand on my burning forehead. I felt like I was burning up inside. Sharp pains shot through my back. Mother said: "Betty, do you recognize me? It's Mother!" I couldn't speak but smiled at her. She raised her hand to heaven and began to praise God, for she felt that God had answered her prayers and given me back to her.

As I lay there looking at her, I thought, "What would I rather do, either stay here with Mom and Dad or go to the place Mom had read to me about, where there is no pain."

I remember Mother used to say, "Betty, there are no cripples in heaven." She said that in heaven there was no sickness or death and that God took His big handkerchief and wiped all the tears from our eyes. I prayed a prayer that day that I suppose many others have prayed: "Jesus, I know I am saved and that I am ready to go to heaven. Now, Lord, I have been praying for all these years to be healed but I have been denied. I have reached the end of the road and I don't quite know what You are going to do. Please come and take me to heaven!" As I prayed, a thick darkness came over me. I felt the shield of death creep through my body. In an instant, I felt cold and completely surrounded by darkness.

As a child, I had always been afraid of the dark, so I began to scream, “Where am I? What kind of place is this? Where is my father? I want to be with my father!” But my friend, there comes a time when your father and mother cannot go with you. They can stand and watch you take your last breath, but only Jesus can walk the path of death with you!

As the darkness descended upon me, I saw through the darkness a long, dark, narrow valley. I walked across this valley. I began to cry, “Where am I? What kind of place is this?” And far away I could hear my mother’s voice speaking softly, “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me!”

I remember saying, "This must be the valley of death. I asked to die, because I wanted to be with Jesus, and then I must walk in it." And I walked through that dark place. My friend, as sure as you live, every one of you must die once, and when death comes to you, you must walk through this valley. I am convinced that if you do not have Jesus, you must walk through it alone in the darkness.

I had hardly entered the valley when the place was illuminated as if it were the brightest day. I felt something strong and firm take hold of my hand. I did not have to look. I knew it was not the hand of father or mother. I knew it was the strong and wounded hand of the Son of God, the one who had saved my soul.

He took my hand and held it tightly, and I walked on through the valley. Now I was no longer afraid. I was happy, for now I was going home. My mother had said that in heaven I would have a new body, one that would be straight and healthy instead of twisted and shrunken.

Finally we heard music in the distance, the most wonderful music I had ever heard. We walked faster. We came to a wide river that separated us from this beautiful land. I looked across to the other side and saw green grass, flowers of every color, beautiful flowers that would never die. I saw the River of Life flowing through the city of God. On the bank stood crowds of people who had been redeemed by the precious blood of the Lamb, and they sang, “Hosanna to our King.” I looked at them. Not one had a lump on their spine, and their faces were not tortured and twisted with pain. I said, "In a few minutes I will cross over to join the heavenly choir of worshippers, and the moment I stand on the other side I will be straight and healthy and strong."

I was eager to cross over. I knew that I would not cross the river alone, for Jesus would be with me. But at that very moment I heard the voice of Jesus, and I listened attentively, as I usually do when I hear the voice of the Master. Very tenderly and with great kindness Jesus said, "No, Betty, it is not your time to cross the river yet. Go back and fulfill the calling I gave you when you were nine years old. Go back, for when the fall comes, your healing will take place!"

As I stood there listening to Jesus' words, I must admit that I was disoriented. I remember saying, as tears streamed down my face, "Why should Jesus deny me when I am so close to happiness and health? I have never known a good day in my life. Why can't I go in now, when I am so close to heaven?"

Then I thought, "Oh, what am I saying?" Turning to Jesus, I said, "Lord, I am distressed. Your way is better than my way. I want to go back!"

I slowly came back to consciousness. Then the doctor said that I would not live beyond the summer months. The week after that I could not speak. The lumps got bigger and I could hear Mother say, 'Dad, look at the lumps, how hard they are and how they have gotten bigger. She must be suffering terribly."

I couldn't tell her how much I was suffering because I couldn't get a word out. I know what it's like to be in such great pain that I have to bite my lips to keep from screaming in pain so that mother could get some sleep.

Early summer came. Everyone in Martin County, Minnesota, knew that Baxter's little girl was dead. Sinners and saved people came to my bedside, but most of the time I was unconscious. When I was conscious, they patted me on the shoulder, said a kind word, and quietly walked out.

But during the time I was unconscious, I never gave up hope. I couldn't speak out loud, but I said in my heart, "As soon as fall comes, I'll be healed, won't I, Jesus?" I never doubted because Jesus never broke a promise! Jesus stands by His word. I kept my faith that He would heal me sometime in the fall.

On August 14th of that summer, I got my the ability to speak. I had not spoken for weeks and I said, "Mom, what day is it today?" She said, "August 14th." My kind father came in the evening. I said, "Daddy, where is the big chair? Please put some cushions in it and then sit me in it." The only way I could sit in the chair was with my head resting on my knees and my arms hanging down by my sides. I said, "Daddy, when you go out, lock the door. Tell Mom not to come in for a while. I want to be alone."

I heard my dear father cry as he left the room and he didn't ask me anything. He knew why I wanted to be alone. I had an agreement with the King.

My friend, I want to tell you that you too can make an appointment with Jesus when you want to talk to Him. He is ready to talk to you at any time of the day or night.

I heard Dad lock the door. I started crying and the tears flowed. I didn't know how to pray. All I could do was talk to Jesus, but it felt good to do so. I said, "Lord, you remember months ago, when I almost got to heaven but you wouldn't let me in. Jeus, you promised that if I wanted to go back, you would heal me when autumn came. I asked Mother this morning what day it was and she said it was August 14th. Jesus, I guess you don't expect autumn to come yet because it's so warm yet, but Lord, I wonder if you couldn't just call this autumn for this year and come and heal me? The pains are so terrible, Jesus. I've gone as far as I can go. I can't stand the pains anymore. I wonder, Lord, if you won't call this autumn and come and heal me."

I listened! Heaven was so quiet. But I didn't give up. I prayed a little differently than most people, I think. If I don't hear from heaven, I pray until Jesus answers me. I listened for a while longer. When there was no answer, I started crying again. I said, "Lord, I want to tell you what I want to do. I want to make a deal with you. If you will just heal me and make me well inside and out, I will go out and preach every night until I am 90 years old if you want me to." Listen, God knew I was sincere. I prayed again, "Lord, I want to do more than that. If you will heal me so that I can walk and use my arms and be strong and normal, I want to give you my whole life. It will no longer belong to Betty Baxter. It will be yours and yours alone."

I listened after I had made these solemn promises. This time I was rewarded. I heard the voice of Jesus speaking clearly to me. He said these words: "I will heal you completely on August 24th, Sunday afternoon at 3 o'clock."

A wave of hope and expectation rolled through my entire body and soul. God had told me the day and the time. He knows everything, doesn't He? The first thought that came to me was: Now Mom will be happy when I tell her this. Just think how happy she will be when I tell her that I know the day and the hour. Then Jesus spoke again and said to me: "No, don't tell me about this until my time comes."

I thought: I have never kept anything secret from Mom. How can I not tell her about this? Before I was healed, I was very afraid of doing something that would displease the Lord. That's why I didn't dare tell my mother that I knew the day or the hour.

After Jesus had told me this, I felt like a new person. I no longer remembered my terrible sufferings or the nervous throbbing of my too-big heart. August 24th was coming soon and I was to be delivered. I heard a door open and Mother came in. She knelt down by me and looked up into my face. Oh, how I wanted to tell her what Jesus had told me. It was the hardest thing for me not to tell her everything.

I looked at Mother. I thought that something had happened to her now. She looked so beautiful and young today. Then I thought that the reason she looked so bright and good was because I knew the secret of my healing the following Sunday. I looked at her and I was convinced that something had happened to her. Her eyes had never had such a shine before. Then she leaned over me, brushed the hair from my forehead and said, "My friend, do you know when the Lord is coming to heal you?" Oh, I knew it, but I was not able to tell it.

I couldn't say "No," because then I wouldn't be telling the truth! So I said, "When?"

Mom smiled and said, "August 24th, Sunday afternoon at 3 o'clock." I said, "Mom, how do you know? Have I lied to you so that you found out?" She said, "No, the same God who speaks to you speaks to me too!" When my mother said that, I became doubly sure that God would heal my body on August 24th and make me well. I said, "Mom, I'm getting taller, aren't I? Have the lumps on my back gone?" She looked at me and said, "No, Betty, you're getting more stooped every day, and the lumps have grown bigger too." I said, "Mom, do you still believe that God will help me on August 24th?" She said, "Yes, I do. All things are possible if we just believe!"

A new skirt
I said, "Mom, listen to me. I haven't worn a skirt since I was a little baby. I've been wearing this nightgown all my life. I haven't had shoes on my feet. Mom, when Jesus heals me Sunday afternoon, I want to go to the house of God in the evening. The stores are closed on Sunday. Mom, if you really believe that Jesus will heal me, can't you go to the Fairmont this afternoon and buy me some new clothes? Mom, you can, can't you?"

Mother showed her faith by her works. "Yes, my child, I'm going into town today and get you some clothes to wear Sunday night," she said. As she was about to leave, Father stopped her: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going into town," she said. "What are you going to do there?" he asked. “I’m going to buy Betty a new skirt,” she said. “No, mother, you know we can’t buy her a new skirt before she leaves us, and let’s not think about it until it does,” said my dear father. “Oh no, she has received Jesus’ promise that He will heal her on Sunday afternoon, August 24th, and I have received the same message. Now I’m going to Fairmont to buy her new clothes!”

My mother did as she said and brought them in and showed them to me. I thought the skirt was the most beautiful I had ever seen. The shoes were of the finest leather and they were so beautiful.

Now the old blue skirt is packed away among my things in the bottom of an old chest in my mother's home up in Iowa. After I was healed I wore it until I tore a hole in it rubbing it against the pulpit from which I preached.

I said, "Mom, don't you think I'll look pretty when I get straight and can put on that pretty skirt and those pretty shoes?" When someone came to visit me I would say, "Mom, bring the skirt and the shoes here and let my friends see them!" They looked at me and at the skirt and then at my mother. I knew they had their own thoughts about me, but I knew what was going to happen on August 24th.

An old neighbor of ours, a drunkard, came in. I made Mom show him my new clothes. "Have you ever seen me walk?" I asked him. "No." "Would you like to?" "Yes, I would like to!" "Then you can come here on Sunday afternoon, because at 3 o'clock Jesus will come here and heal me. If you can't come here on Sunday afternoon, then come to the Gospel Tabernacle in the evening, because I'll be there."

He looked at me and said, "Listen, I want to tell you that if the day comes when I can see you standing up and can see you walking, I will not only become a Christian but also a Pentecostal. Yes, there are people standing there and saying, "If I could see a miracle, I would believe!" But if you don't believe before it happens, you will probably come up with some excuse or another afterwards too. This man has seen me standing up and seen me walking and he has also heard me tell my life story but he is not yet saved.

Saturday, August 23rd came. My mother always slept in a bed in my room to be with me. That night after everyone had gone to bed, she came in and I fell asleep. One night I woke up. The moon was shining through the window and on the end of my bed. I heard someone mumbling and I looked to see if Dad had come into the room to talk to Mom. Then I saw someone kneeling with her arms raised in the moonlight. It was Mom and tears streamed down her face. She prayed, "Lord, I have tried to be a good mother to Betty. I have done all I can to teach her about You, dear Jesus. I have never been away from her, but if You will heal her, I am willing to let her go anywhere You want her to go, even if it is across stormy seas, so that You may do these things for her tomorrow that no one else can do. She is Yours, Jesus, tomorrow is the day. You're going to set her free, aren't you, Jesus?"

I fell asleep again. I couldn't get up and pray, but Mother took my place. It is because of her faith that I believe in God today and have healing in my body.

Sunday morning came. Father took my brothers and sisters to Sunday school. They said he was praying for me with a broken heart, saying that I was much worse and that I would soon die if God didn't intervene.

I asked my superintendent to be there that day at 3 o'clock, but he said he had an appointment to fulfill with a church in Chicago and that was the most important thing to him at that time. My mother invited a few friends, saying, "Be sure to come and be here about 2:30 for the 10:00 a.m. service." 3 it will happen."

They came at 2 o'clock and said, "Mrs. Baxter, we are early but we know something is going to happen and we don't want to miss this experience." That was the atmosphere that surrounded me when I was healed.

At fifteen minutes to three, Mother came to my bed. I said, "Mom, what time is it?" She said, "Exactly fifteen minutes before Jesus comes to heal you!" I said, "Mom, lift me up and put me in the big chair." She carried me away and put my contorted body in the chair and propped me up with pillows. I saw my friends kneeling on the floor around the chair. I saw my youngest brother, who was four years old, and I noticed that I was no taller than him when I stood. He knelt beside me, looked up at me and said, "It won't be long now before you are much taller than me." At ten minutes to three, Mother asked what I wanted them to do. "Mother, start praying! I want to be praying when Jesus comes." I heard her crying and praying to Jesus that He would fulfill His promise and heal my body.

How Jesus Came
I did not lose consciousness but I was lost in the Spirit of God. I saw before me two very old trees, standing there tall and slender. As I looked at them, one of them began to bend until its top reached the ground. I wondered why one of the trees would be bent that way. Then I saw Jesus walking along the road. He came walking between the trees and my heart rejoiced as it always does when I see Jesus. He came and stood by the bent tree. As He looked at me, He smiled and placed His hand on the bent tree. With a crack and a snap it stretched itself up so that it became like the other. I said: "That's how it will be with me. He will touch my body and my legs will crack and snap and then I will stand up and be healthy."

Suddenly I heard the sound of a strong storm coming. I heard the wind howling. I tried to speak through the storm: "He is coming. Can't you hear him? He came at last!" Then suddenly the noise stopped. Everything became still and calm and I knew that in that stillness Jesus would come.

I sat in the big chair - a helpless cripple. I was so hungry to see Him. Finally I saw a white shining cloud taking shape but it was not the cloud I had been waiting for. Then Jesus came out of the cloud. As He came slowly walking towards me, I saw His face. What impressed me most about Jesus were His eyes. He was tall and broad and He was dressed in a shining white robe. His hair was brown and parted in the middle. It fell in waves down his shoulders. I can never forget His eyes.

Many times when the body is worn out and I am asked to do something for Jesus, I sometimes want to say no. But when I remember His eyes, they compel me to go out into the harvest field to win more souls.

Jesus walked slowly toward me with His arms outstretched toward me. I noticed the deep scars on His hands. The closer He came, the more I felt it. When He came right up to me, I felt small and unworthy. I was nothing more than a little forgotten girl, delirious and crippled.

Then He smiled at me and then I was no longer afraid. He was my Jesus. His eyes held mine, and if I have ever looked into eyes filled with beauty and compassion, they were the eyes of Jesus. Not many people have I met who have eyes like Jesus. When I see someone who has this love and compassion in their eyes, I want to be near that person. That is how I feel about Jesus. I want to live as close to Him as possible.

Jesus came and stood beside my chair. One part of His robe was loose and fell to the inside of the chair, and if my arms had not been paralyzed, I could have touched it. I thought I would have a chance to talk to Him and ask Him to heal me when He came. But I could not say a word. I just looked at Him and kept my eyes fixed on His dear face, trying to tell Him how much I needed Him. He bent down and looked up into my face and spoke softly. I can hear every word now because they are written on my heart. He said to me tenderly, "Betty, you have been patient, kind, and loving."

As He said these words, I thought I could suffer for another 15 years if I could only see Jesus and hear Him speak to me again.

He said, "I have promised you health, joy, and happiness." I saw Him reach out His hand, and I waited. Then I felt His hand touch the lumps on my back. Many people say, "Don't you ever get tired of telling about your healing?" No, because every time I tell it, I can feel His hand again.

He placed his hand on the middle of my back on one of the large lumps. At the same time, I felt a heat like a burning fire, which penetrated my whole body. Two warm hands took my heart and squeezed it and when the warm hands put the heart in place I could breathe normally for the first time in my life.

Two warm hands stroked my stomach and digestive organs and I knew that all my internal organs were healed. Now I did not need a new kidney and I was able to eat all kinds of food because He had healed me.

The hot feeling went through my body. Then I looked at Jesus to see if He would leave me when I was healed inside. Jesus smiled and I felt His hands on my lumps and when His hands took hold of my back, such a current went through me as if I had touched a strong current. I felt this sensation like an electric current and I stood up on my feet completely straight and upright.

I was healed inside and out. In ten seconds Jesus had healed me and made me completely well. He did it for me in a few moments, as no doctor on this earth could do. THE GREAT DOCTOR did it and He did it perfectly.

You say, "Betty, how did it feel when you jumped out of the chair?" You will never understand it until you have once been a hopeless cripple. You will never understand it until you have sat in a chair without hope. I ran to my mother and said, "Mother, feel, are the lumps gone?"

She felt up and down my back and said, "Yes, they are gone now. I heard the bones snap and crack. Betty, you are healed! You are healed! Praise Him for that!"

I turned and looked at the empty chair and tears were streaming down my cheeks. My body felt as if it had no feeling because I had no more pain and I had always had pain.

I thought I was so tall because I had been bent almost double with my head down on my chest, the lumps were gone and my back was straight. I lifted my arms and pinched one of them. My arms felt - they were no longer numb.

Then I looked at my little brother who was standing next to the chair. Big tears were streaming down his cheeks. As he looked up, I heard him say, "I saw Sis jump out of the big chair. I saw Jesus heal Sis!" He was really excited.

Jesus was still standing right behind little brother. He looked at me from the sole of my foot to my head. I was straight and normal. As He held my eyes with His, He began to speak slowly. And what He said, you will never forget. "Betty, I have fulfilled the desire of your heart: to be healed. You are normal and healthy. You have your health now. You are completely healthy, because I have healed you." As He paused for a moment, He gave me a searching look and with authority in His beloved voice He said: "Remember every day to look up to the skies and be alert. The next time you see me coming, I will be in the sky and then I will not leave you behind but I want you to be with Me always." My dear friend, He will come again soon!