PART # 11 TESTIMONIES UNDER OATH (COPIED from Word and Witness ) VINDICATION FROM FALSE CHARGES Pages 305-306 of “Signs and Wonders” Book , by Maria Woodworth-Etter WONDERFUL HEALING : “Testimony of Miss Jessie Van Dusen of Knoxville, Pennsylvania, Tiago County, given in the tabernacle during C. B. Fockler’s address, Sunday evening, August 24,1913. I am glad to testify tonight to the healing power of Jesus. Three years ago I was injured in an accident, and from that time I had serious attacks of pain in my back and stomach. About two years ago they became more frequent, so I had to go to bed, and then to the hospital. A year and a half ago I was taken to another hospital; doctors operated and operated and tried to find where the trouble was, but I was taken home in a few weeks in the same condition. About a year ago in the hospital in Philadelphia, I asked the doctor if I ever would be strong again. He did not give me any encouragement, and I was in bed almost all winter; could not see anyone and suffered intense agony in my back. In March, the pressure went into my hip, and the hip would not work; I would fall to the ground. Then it went to the ankle, and I could not use my foot. I was terribly ill; I had two doctors, but they said they could not do anything at all. I was taken to the University Hospital in Philadelphia, but the doctor would not operate on account of my weak heart. They fixed up an iron brace for me that came around the hip and up the back and told me if I got stronger they would operate, but said they could do nothing to relieve me of pain. I was given morphine, and this was worse than the pain. I said I would rather stand the pain than the aftereffects of the drug. When I went home from the University Hospital the middle of May, It was the last time I was out of the house. I could walk a little on the level, but could not step down or up. During these eighteen weeks I gradually grew worse in my spine, then my head. Sometimes I was delirious, did not know my own people or the family physician. The agony of that time can only be known to one who has gone through it. I was blistered at the base of my brain to give me a little relief. About two weeks ago someone brought Sister Etter’s book to the house. I knew God, and I said, “If He can heal others, why not me?” I looked up to God and said, “If you want me to go to Montwait, you will have to give me the means,” as I used all my money on doctors and hospitals. The sister who brought the book told me the Pentecostal people wanted to pay my expenses if I could go. My sister did not believe this way, but were willing to have me come here; they had done everything they could, and I was growing worse every day. I was afraid to ask the physician if I could go three or four hundred miles, but I asked him if I could go six miles to a friends. He finally said if I had a strong hypodermic before I started, perhaps I could go. He said he would come and give it, but he did not come, and I started without it. I went six miles the first day. The next place I was very bad, and a physician was called, but we started the next morning by faith in God and came on to Geneva. I had another attack; at Syracuse a week ago, I was unconscious did not realize anything for a long time. At the station they called a trained nurse and a physician, and he said the only way I could go on was to get a cot and be carried on that. I arrived at South Framingham on Saturday, but was too sick to be brought to Montwait. I had got my eyes off God and on my feelings. Some of the party came here to Montwait, and when they told me how God was working, it gave me new life, and I said, “I will go this afternoon.” I was brought in an automobile and carried to the platform in a chair. I had not been able to stand any noise or talking for fifteen months, but I was not a bit frightened, I wanted Jesus to heal me, and I wanted Him. As I sat in the chair, almost before hands were laid on me for healing, the power came all through me, and I was laid out by the mighty power of God, and He talked to me. He let me see the cross of Jesus and the blood shed on Calvary, and I knew it was for my body as well as my soul. He told me I was every whit whole. In South Framingham, I stayed at the Standish Hotel, and Mrs. Gold said to me, “If you go there and are healed, I shall know it is of God.” I have been back there, walked to the train, to the hotel and up the stairs. I am healed, and without money and without price. I never had any conversation with Sister Etter, never shook hands with her, and never paid her a dollar.”
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