healing testimonies

Mrs. Maghie


At Principal George Jeffreys’ Spa Fields Campaign

I do praise God for Divine healing. For many years I had been a great sufferer from rheumatoid arthritis, enduring great pain and gradually getting’ worse. I could not get any relief at all,

Sometimes I could not move from my chair, and as for getting up and downstairs, it was agony. My friends took me on their arms to the hospital, where I had radium heat and diathermy treatment. After having this treatment for three months every morning, the doctor told me it had done no good. So I left and decided to trust in the Lord. At last I had to stay in bed, I was so ill. When I was able to get up again I found I could not walk without a stick.

When the campaign started atSpaFieldsChurch, King’s Cross,London, a friend took me along. I was feeling very ill in body, but whilst sitting in my seat the power of God came upon me. Principal George Jeffreys anointed me in the Name of the Lord, and the next morning I was quite well, and I have not had any ill effects since. I just prayed to the Lord for de­liverance from the arthritis; I was completely healed, and I have not had a stick since. I can get about now quite comfortably. Hallelujah! Jesus never fails !



great stories

Rev. E. Anderson

By Eddie Ogan

I’ll never forget Easter 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12,and my older sister Darlene 16. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew what it was to do without many things. My dad had died five years before, leaving Mom with seven school kids to raise and no money.

By 1946 my older sisters were married and my brothers had left home. A month before Easter the pastor of our church announced that a special Easter offering would be taken to help a poor family. He asked everyone to save and give sacrificially.

When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50 pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. This would allow us to save $20 of our grocery money for the offering. When we thought that if we kept our electric lights turned out as much as possible and didn’t listen to the radio, we’d save money on that month’s electric bill. Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone we could. For 15 cents we could buy enough cotton loops to make three pot holders to sell for $1.

We made $20 on pot holders. That month was one of the best of our lives.

Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night we’d sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would give them. We had about 80 people in church, so figured that whatever amount of money we had to give, the offering would surely be 20 times that much. After all, every Sunday the pastor had reminded everyone to save for the sacrificial offering.

The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and got the manager to give us three crisp $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change.

We ran all the way home to show Mom and Darlene. We had never had so much money before.

That night we were so excited we could hardly sleep. We didn’t care that we wouldn’t have new clothes for Easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering.

We could hardly wait to get to church! On Sunday morning, rain was pouring. We didn’t own an umbrella, and the church was over a mile from our home, but it didn’t seem to matter how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her shoes to fill the holes. The cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet.

But we sat in church proudly. I heard some teenagers talking about the Smith girls having on their old dresses. I looked at them in their new clothes, and I felt rich.

When the sacrificial offering was taken, we were sitting on the second row from the front. Mom put in the $10 bill, and each of us kids put in a $20.

As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a surprise for us. She had bought a dozen eggs, and we had boiled Easter eggs with our fried potatoes! Late that afternoon the minister drove up in his car. Mom went to the door, talked with him for a moment, and then came back with an envelope in her hand. We asked what it was, but she didn’t say a word. She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. There were three crisp $20 bills, one $10 and seventeen $1 bills.

Mom put the money back in the envelope. We didn’t talk, just sat and stared at the floor. We had gone from feeling like millionaires to feeling like poor white trash. We kids had such a happy life that we felt sorry for anyone who didn’t have our Mom and Dad for parents and a house full of brothers and sisters and other kids visiting constantly. We thought it was fun to share silverware and see whether we got the spoon or the fork that night.

We had two knifes that we passed around to whoever needed them. I knew we didn’t have a lot of things that other people had, but I’d never thought we were poor.

That Easter day I found out we were. The minister had brought us the money for the poor family, so we must be poor. I didn’t like being poor. I looked at my dress and worn-out shoes and felt so ashamed–I didn’t even want to go back to church. Everyone there probably already knew we were poor!

I thought about school. I was in the ninth grade and at the top of my class of over 100 students. I wondered if the kids at school knew that we were poor. I decided that I could quit school since I had finished the eighth grade. That was all the law required at that time. We sat in silence for a long time. Then it got dark, and we went to bed. All that week, we girls went to school and came home, and no one talked much. Finally on Saturday, Mom asked us what we wanted to do with the money. What did poor people do with money? We didn’t know. We’d never known we were poor. We didn’t want to go to church on Sunday, but Mom said we had to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn’t talk on the way.

Mom started to sing, but no one joined in and she only sang one verse. At church we had a missionary speaker. He talked about how churches in Africa made buildings out of sun dried bricks, but they needed money to buy roofs. He said $100 would put a roof on a church. The minister said, “Can’t we all sacrifice to help these poor people?” We looked at each other and smiled for the first time in a week.

Mom reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She passed it to Darlene. Darlene gave it to me, and I handed it to Ocy. Ocy put it in the offering.

When the offering was counted, the minister announced that it was a little over $100. The missionary was excited. He hadn’t expected such a large offering from our small church. He said, “You must have some rich people in this church.”

Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that “little over $100.”

We were the rich family in the church! Hadn’t the missionary said so? From that day on I’ve never been poor again. I’ve always remembered how rich I am because I have Jesus!

[forwarded by Willard Caddell, who was a very rich man…RIP]

gospel nuggets

Rev. E. Anderson


Word for Today

WHAT made great intellectuals like C. S. Lewis commit their lives to Christ? His credibility! Observe some of the Old Testament prophecies Jesus fulfilled during His lifetime:

1/. He would enter into Jerusalem on a donkey. ‘..Behold, your King…He is just and having salvation, lowly and riding on a donkey…’ (Zechariah 9:9 NKJV).

 2/. He would be betrayed by a friend. ‘…My own familiar friend in whom I trusted…has lifted up his heel against me’ (Psalm 41:9 NKJV).

3/. He would be sold for thirty pieces of silver. ‘…So they weighed for my price thirty pieces of silver’ (Zechariah 1112).

4/. They would gamble for His garments: They divide My garments among them, and for My clothing they cast lots’ (Psalm 22:18 NKJV).

5/. Not one of His bones would be broken: ‘He guards all his bones; not one of them is broken’ (Psalm 34:20 NKJV).

6/. He would be buried in a rich man’s tomb: They made His grave with…the rich at His death…‘ (Isaiah 535 NKJV).

7/. That He would be raised again from the dead: *You will not leave my soul in Sheol, nor will You allow Your Holy One to see corruption’ (Psalm 1610 NKJV).

John records: After this, Jesus, knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, “I thirst!'” In full possession of His mental faculties, with His mind unclouded, He checked off the prophecies He was supposed to fulfill right down to the last one, and said, ‘It is finished’ (v. 30 NKJV). Christ-He’s totally credible, and you can trust Him!