Before I was born, my mother (Linda Kerr) suffered in her mid-twenties from rheumatoid arthritis. After living with this condition for some time, she went to a meeting and the speaker was Billie Adams, the prayer coordinator for the Kenneth Copeland Ministry. Mom still has her prescription dated 9-11-77 for anti-inflammatory medication and it looks pretty full, so she guesses...
That is the month Jesus healed me by his stripes. I heard the word of God preached at that meeting. The topic was “How to pray to change things” and was based upon praying the scriptures as the perfect will of God, and speaking in line with your prayer. After she finished teaching, she spoke a word of knowledge about a woman in the audience with joint pain in the knee. She said she would pray for that person. I knew she was talking about me, because she specifically mentioned that the person she would pray for had joint pain, “especially in the knee”. That morning my knee hurt so badly I considered not going to the luncheon meeting, but since I had called in a reservation I did not want someone else to be stuck paying for my meal. So, I went forward to receive prayer and when she placed a gentle hand on my forehead, I instantly felt the love of the Lord, like liquid love, flow from the Lord Jesus into me. What felt like being plugged into my source, or what felt like His love so true, probably lasted only a few seconds, but it was such a wonderful feeling that I didn’t want it to end.
As this experience was occurring, the Lord spoke the word “whole” into my spirit. I knew that this was more than a physical healing but a healing of my emotions and deliverance from something: fear and depression. Then I went to the restroom to be alone and said to myself, “I’m whole! I’m whole.” Then I went jogging that afternoon until I got blisters, praising the Lord. The healing was not totally instantaneous, rather, it took a few months to be complete. For example, on the Monday morning after the Lord healed me, a particularly terrible pain suddenly seized my elbow joint while I was at work. It came so suddenly and was so intense that I decided I had to take a prescription pill. I had the bottle in my purse although I had not taken any since Saturday morning. I prayed that while the medicine was having its effect that the Lord would remove the cause of the pain so that I would not need to take the next dose. And he did. And so, I didn’t. That is why I kept that pill bottle. It’s tangible proof that God healed me.
Nobody believed it at first, either. Kenneth Hagin’s teachings helped me during that time, along with a book by Oral Roberts and the prayer of the pastor at the Oakland Park Assembly of God (He prayed for me the evening of the day after the Lord healed me and a calcium deposit on my wrist instantly disappeared). The main scripture helping me was 1st Peter 2:24, “Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.” The Oral Roberts book gave me the knowledge that I am God’s property and the devil has no place in me.
One time I was home alone and I suddenly had a real bad pain grip my leg. Rather than treat it gingerly, I stomped my foot down real hard and yelled at the devil, “In the name of Jesus!” and he fled and the pain left. God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. I also experienced return of symptoms if I harbored a lot of negative resentment feelings. I found out that I could not afford to hold onto grudges without possible repercussions physically.
What my mom mentioned above, took place in the late 1970’s. It’s 2008 at the time of this writing, and she’s still healthy and she still doesn’t have arthritis. I take my own mother’s healing as an example of God’s power and love working in modern times. I believe there is hope that you too can be healed of arthritis. Do you believe so?