Here’s a question for you:
Do you believe in miracles? I do, all different kinds. I think a miracle happened when I passed trigonometry as a senior in high school. I think a miracle occurred when my mom and dad didn’t go nuts, when I was learning to play the fiddle. I know a miracle happened when I got saved (my pastor said so). I believe a miracle happened when Doyle Lawson decided to hire a guy who had absolutely no experience, as a guitarist and tenor singer, to play in his band. I know a miracle occurred, when I met my wife. Another miracle happened, when she married me.
I’ve witnessed many miracles personally. The birth of my son and my daughter were nothing short of miracles. One night at the Stanfield Church of God, a dear preacher, who had suffered greatly during his life, couldn’t minister, because his vision had gotten so bad, he couldn’t read the Bible. He asked that believers would lay hands on him and pray. Many of us did. After our prayer, he asked that someone bring him a Bible with the smallest print, so he could read it. He knew God had touched him. Wouldn’t you know it? My Bible, that my friend, Shelton Feazell, had given me had tiny print in it. We handed it to Brother Larry Holcomb, and he read it without missing a word!
Once, during an Isaacs show in Lenoir City, North Carolina, a woman came asking for prayer. She was very thin, and her skin color, grey. The doctors had given her, not months, but weeks to live. She had cancer. I asked that those who really believed that God could do a miracle to pray. To those who didn’t believe, I asked them to stand silently and reverently. When the prayer was over, the woman told me she felt something. I hugged her wondering if I would ever see her again. Six months later, we were in the area again. This lady walked up to me and said, “Remember me?” Embarrassed, I said no. She said, “I am the woman you prayed for in Lenoir City. God healed me.” I was shocked. I couldn’t believe this was the same woman standing in front of me. She looked completely healthy. Then again, why was I shocked? I’ve seen God do it many times.
The reason I bring up all these instances is I have experienced several miracles, myself. A few years ago, I woke up with a nagging headache. I did the usual aspirin, Tylenol, and ibuprofen; nothing worked. The days turned into weeks. For three weeks I suffered with that aggravating headache. It was beginning to affect my personality. I was grumpy and tired. Becky wasn’t liking it too well either! On Wednesday we went to Church. I decided, when I walked through the door, I had to have some relief. I asked everyone to pray for me. As my Church family laid their hands on me, I felt a warm sensation run up the back of my head. Instantly, the headache left!!!
A few years earlier (this is where I’m going to lose some of you) I experienced another miracle. This happened just a few months before Becky and I were married. I had come in off the road with Alison Krauss. I was tired and didn’t feel like going to church. But, Becky insisted that I go to a revival that had been going on at the La Follette Church of God. A preacher was preaching on a subject that, quite frankly, I didn’t understand or was interested in: the baptism of the Holy Ghost. He talked about, when Jesus ascended back into Heaven, how He gave us a promise. Acts Chapter 1 says, “For John truly baptized with water: but ye shall be baptized with the Holy Ghost not many days hence.” He spoke about Acts Chapter 2 and the Upper Room experience. He explained it so well, but I began to think to myself, “That’s not for me.” Right at that moment, that preacher stretched his little bony finger, what seemed to be right at me, and said, “Don’t you doubt the Holy Ghost!” That got my attention. I listened intently the rest of the service. Now, you would think with the Spirit, moving the way it was in that service, that I would run to the altar. Nope! As soon as the altar call was made, I headed for the door. Just then, Becky grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go pray.” We walked to the front of the church. There were many people praying and seeking God already. The preacher asked me if I had ever been filled with the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking with other tongues. I said, “No.” He laid his hands on my forehead and began to pray. I was praying too. I have no other way to describe it other than to say God took over. People were dancing, shouting, and praising God. The Lord moved on me that night. I spoke in another tongue, as I had never done before. There were many others that were filled that night. Some gave interpretations. Mine experience was more like a prayer. There was no interpretation. The pastor of the church at that time thought it was important to make sure I understood what had happened. I knew, but I was grateful for the time he spent with Becky and I. I’ll never forget that night.
There are some people who would say that the experience I had wasn’t real. There are some who say that people cannot speak in other tongues, whether they are known or unknown. I say, bunk! If God could enable everyday human beings to speak with other tongues 2,000 years ago, He can do it today. And besides, isn’t this a miracle? Why is it so easy for people to believe in financial miracles? Healings? Wasn’t it God himself who said, “Is there anything too hard for the Lord?” If I remember correctly, this is when he told an 89 year old woman she was going to have a baby! Jesus raised people from the dead. No one who knows Him, as Savior, would deny those miracles happened.
Here’s what I think: I believe, when people don’t understand, it is easy to say it isn’t real. Those who have never experienced healing, have a hard time believing it. Some even go as far as to use the Bible to discredit miracles, saying that was only for the early Church. Again, I say, “Bunk!” I believe that God can do anything for His people. It is true that some falsely use these gifts from God for their own glory. God sees, and God knows.
There are many things that I don’t understand, but I want to. Remember the lady above who was healed in our service? Why did she get healed? I’ve seen some beautiful, faithful people suffer and die without their healing. I don’t know why they weren’t healed. But, I do know this: God is in control. God is on the Throne. I trust Him. I believe His Word. I will trust in it. There is no other way to Heaven. I am part of His Church. He blesses me every day. I thank Him for it. I thank Him for the gifts He gives. No, I don’t have all of them. I feel a lot like Paul, being the least among you. But, I am among you! I am a part. I praise God for it all.
I hope this is helpful to those of you who are looking for a deeper walk with God. We need to get closer to Him every day. I need and want to do more. I want ALL God has for me. Don’t you?