Today I want to share with you how I became a healer and why I believe in supernatural healing. It wasn’t always something I believed in. While the idea of supernatural healing had always intrigued me, my skeptical, rational brain refused to accept it. For me, if something couldn’t be seen, touched, tasted, heard, or smelled, it didn’t exist.
In 1987, I suffered a life-altering injury. It took 3 years and many specialists to get the injury properly diagnosed. No doctor would prescribe an MRI. Specifically, they did not believe a chiropractor could dislocate both of my mandibular joints, but that is exactly what happened. It was only after the MRI was finally prescribed that the extent of the damage was revealed.
To correct it, I had arthroscopic surgery, a new procedure at the time. While the surgery was successful, I was left with significant scar tissue on one side of my face. I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough to chew. I mostly ate baby food or foods that didn’t require chewing, like mashed potatoes, oatmeal, applesauce, and liquid soups. Fortunately, most of the excruciating pain I had been in for 3 years had subsided, but I couldn’t eat any of my favorite foods like steak and corn on the cob. Nor could I bite into an apple.
For months I went to physical therapy, but it didn’t help. I rapidly lost weight, and desperately needed to eat something that wasn’t the consistency of mush.
Enter the Faith Healers
There was never a time in my life when I was in good health. I had suffered from several illnesses that were difficult to diagnose, and some never were. Sometimes, during the longer bouts with my health, I’d read books about supernatural healing – a catchall phrase I use for faith healing, spiritual healing, and spontaneous healing. But it wasn’t until my injury that I began to seek healers out, sometimes traveling more than a hundred miles to attend a healing service. But I never experienced anything and assumed it was all quackery and that the healers were nothing more than charlatans. But that didn’t stop me from going to the next healing service or any other healing service after that.
During several healing services, I fell limp to the floor after being touched by the healer – a phenomenon I never really understood. While lying supine on the floor, I never once felt I was in the presence of the Lord. I wasn’t in a state of euphoria or in any altered state of consciousness. I just felt a little tired. When the feeling subsided, I got up, went back to my pew, and sat down. That was the extent of my so-called healing.
But one day, about 4 months after my surgery, I was awakened by a voice. It was an inner voice, and I assumed it was part of the dream I was having before awakening. So I ignored it and tried to go back to sleep. But it continued while I was awake. Repeatedly, I heard, “Get up and go to Bill’s.”
Bill Burke was a friend of mine. He and his wife, June, were spiritualists. She was a deep trans medium who held services in their home every Sunday morning. It had been a while since I had seen them, so I couldn’t understand why I had been awakened out of a sound sleep and told to make the hour-long journey to their home. But being a medium myself, I knew not to deny or defy Spirit, so I went anyway. When I got there, a group of about 25 people was getting in their cars. Oh great, I thought. I just arrived, and now everybody’s leaving.
“We’re heading to Pennslyvania to see a faith healer,” Bill said. “C’mon and go with us.” While I didn’t relish the idea of driving yet another hour or more to Pennslyvania, my need for healing and my fascination with faith healers took over, and I happily joined the caravan.
The faith healer’s name was Willard Fuller, a Baptist minister from Florida. I had never heard of him before, nor did Bill or anyone from the group say anything about him before we left. We sat in the back of the church and listened intently to the lecture. We learned about his healing ministry, his faith in Jesus, and the miraculous dental healings that had occurred throughout the years. I didn’t know faith healers could have a specialty, but Fuller did, and it was dental healing. I hate to admit it now, but once he said dental, I basically tuned him out – my teeth were just fine. But I was still glad I went – it was a beautiful spring day, and I had a special outing with my friends that I would fondly remember. At the end of the service, we lined up in the aisle. Rev. Fuller touched each one of us on the shoulder or hand. We then went back to our pews and waited.
No one in the group experienced anything, so we said our goodbyes and left. On the highway while still in Pennsylvania, I began to yawn uncontrollably. It made me nervous because I still had a two-hour drive home. It took me a minute to realize that despite the excessive yawning, I was not tired, and with every yawn, I was opening my mouth wider and wider. Unsure of what was happening, I pulled off the highway and into a parking lot. The yawning lasted about 5 minutes, and when it stopped, the scar tissue was gone, and I could fully open my mouth.
Becoming a Believer
I became a believer in faith healing that day. And later, after many experiences as an observer and then as a healer, that would come to include other forms of supernatural healing. I’m keenly aware that healing does not happen for everyone – I was, after all, the only person in the group that day who was healed.
I’ve seen many faith healers since then. I even saw Rev. Fuller two more times before he died. But that one miraculous healing was the only one I’ve ever received through the hands of a healer.
There may be many reasons for this. One that I know of is that it’s entirely up to Jesus who is healed and when. The healer has no say in the matter. So, I tell people, if you need healing, keep going to healing services or see a healer privately if you can – I offer free healing sessions online through this website. It may or may not happen the first or second time you go. But if you keep the faith and keep praying, I believe it can and will eventually happen for you.
Regardless of how long it takes, always keep praying. Prayer is a necessary component of healing. I’ve never seen healing occur without it. But I must add this caveat – the healing you seek may or may not be the healing you receive. Jesus knows best. And he knows exactly what you need and precisely when to give it. This is important to remember. We may never understand why, but it is the way it works.
Becoming a Healer
In the late 1980s, I learned how to heal from several members of Bill and June’s group. There was one exceptionally gifted nurse whose name I no longer remember – she taught me how to feel and sense dis-ease in the body and how to use my hands to remove it. Since then, I have studied with many healers and taken numerous courses. I’ve even taught a few of my own. Over the course of 30 years, I have worked with supplicants in churches, hospitals, hospices, and privately in their homes and mine. Some of the results have been downright miraculous. But, of course, there have been just as many people who were not healed. I never know during the healing session who will be healed and who won’t be – Jesus doesn’t tell me. I will always offer my healing services freely to anyone who asks for them, even if you have received them before. You may come for healing as many times as you like and as many times as you need to.
While I may never know what healing has occurred through my hands, or if healing has occurred at all, I trust that Jesus will, in some way, change your life for the better. And that will not happen because of my hands, it will happen because of your faith.
Founder & Healer
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