Psalm 107:20 He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions.
Deliverance Testimonies
PWP Pastor Michael O. Afolayan - Muriel Sweet - Barbara K. Lettsome
Bishop Edward C. Bryant on behalf of another
I. PWP Pastor Michael's Personal Deliverance Testimony
Hallelujah for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth! Amen a million times to this testimony! It is a story that hit home loud and clear and reaffirms the healing power of our Savior!!! Our Sister's story is also mine because in April of 2006, three months after my immediate older brother passed away, I too was diagnosed with colon cancer and the oncologists said I had approximately three years to live if I was lucky. The oncologists ordered me for an immediate surgery during which they made a mistake by tearing my colon. I lost most of my blood, bleeding inside myself for almost a whole day without the knowledge of the physicians. I literally saw as my soul lifted up and gradually departing from my body. I was looking at me helpless body. I also heard clearly as my wife was praying with authority and started citing prophetic scriptures especially from Psalms and the books of Isaiah, Ezekiel, Joel, Hebrew and Revelation. All of a sudden, my soul returned to my body and I could not humanly remember anything any longer except that all the scriptures I had memorized since I became a Christian were coming out like a flood. It was as if all my natural memories were wiped away and the only things left was the Word of God. If I tried to open my mouth, only scriptures would come out and it continued for a long time. I don't know how long I was in the hospital but when they did another operation to repair the damaged colon the doctors said they were shocked because they could not find any trace of cancer. They told me to come back for colonocscopy after three months; still they could not find a trace. My oncologist, who happened to be a Muslim, said he had never seen anything like this in his decades of medical practice. He invited several other specialists and told me to come back in another three months but the report was the same. In the summer of 2009, just a few months beyond when, by the specialists' report, I was supposed to have died, I went back for another colonoscopy. The doctors found nothing! One of my brothers who came from Africa, plus another friend were with me at the clinic. After the doctor said I was in great shape, I asked him what medications he would prescribe for me, he said, to quote him verbatim, "You cannot treat what is no longer there!" Those eight words were as powerful as the final words of the Lord when He declared on the cross, "It is finished!" For this, and our Sister's story, I would like to reproduce below the sacred words of the Prophet Isaiah in Chapter 53:
Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed?
For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and by his stripes we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.
And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.
He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.
Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.
AMEN!
Thank you for hearing my story!
II. PWP Pastor Michael's testimony on behalf of friend, May's deliverance
Amen, and yes indeed, it is not over until the Giver of Life says it is over. Katie will continue to be in our prayers and will live for as long as the Giver of Life wants her to live. This reminds me of the story of our friend, May. She was originally from Tanzania in East Africa. A brilliant woman who just came to know the Lord, she was a graduate student together with my wife and I some years back. She was bed-ridden with cancer. May was the most optimistic believer you would ever meet! While she was in the hospital, she continued writing her doctoral dissertation. One day, the doctor visited her and saw her busy writing and asked what she was doing; our dear friend said she was writing her doctoral thesis. "Nonsense!" the doctor proclaimed in anger. "Why?" asked our friend. "Because you have a terminal cancer and you only have a few weeks to live," said the doctor. "Says who?" our friend asked. "Says me," the doctor declared with arrogance and professional confidence. "My life is not in your hands, and you do not hold the power of life or death over me. Please, leave my room." The doctor left, laughing May to scorn. Before leaving the room he bragged to May that he would burn his professional certificate if May finished her dissertation before she died. Here is the long and short of the story: Indeed, May finished her dissertation and graduated. I was the one who drove her to O'Hare Airport in Chicago together with her son and daughter after her graduation. She arrived in her country, lived for a few months and passed away. It was in the summer of 1987. Here is an interesting part of the story: The doctor actually died before May finished writing her dissertation. The lesson is that it is not over until the Lord says so - it is His report we will believe!
Minister Muriel Sweet - Testimony
I was diagnosed with cancer in January 2010. Fear gripped me like a sock to a foot.
I fought the spirit of fear all night when I first received the news. By morning's break, I had prevailed; I had the victory over fear in Jesus' name. I notified backup --- family and friends to intercede that healing would be manifested. I knew that my total purpose was not yet fully realized and I had received several prophetic words in November 2009 that had not come to pass, so I knew I could not die until what God promised was manifested. I used my purpose and the prophetic words as weapons against the cancer. The Oncologist said the cancer was in my lymph-nodes, but that that was not the site of origin. They tested and tested and could not locate the origin site; meanwhile the cancer was growing.
I was visiting doctor after doctor for three months at least once a week. It wore me out, but I continued to stand in Jesus name. Every visit that I had where I was to received a PET/CT scan report or a MRI report, fear popped up its ugly head again, and I had to wedge war yet once again, but I always prevailed! "God has not given me the spirit of fear, but of power, love and of a sound mind."
Three months later I went to another Oncologist for a second opinion. The PET/CT scan report was that the cancer
had spread through more of my lymph-nodes, my lung, the middle part of my chest and around the walls of my pelvis. On June 28, 2010, the Oncologist said I had two to three months to live. He offered
chemotherapy as a treatment, stating that it could extend my life two to three years. I graciously refused it. I was going to trust God all the way. I knew that PURPOSE PROTECTED ME FROM DEATH!
The death sentence knocked me to my knees, but it did not knock me out! I crawled to Jesus quoting healing and deliverance scriptures. On the third day, it seemed as though the Holy Spirit picked me up from my knees and set me on high --- far above prinicipalities and powers, into a place of total rest in Christ. Rarely did I have to rebuke the devil, for I knew I was already healed! It was a done deal!!!
My wonderful family all chipped in and bought me a vacation to Jamaica for a much needed R&R. I had a ball! Upon returning, a friend said that she wanted to take me in for a third opinion. I went. This report showed no cancer in my body --- none whatsoever!!! --- not even in a tiny cell!!! Jesus is a HEALER!!!! No, let me rephrase that: JESUS IS MY HEALER!!!
Thanks to all my family and friends that believed God with me in my time of need. You too share in this great victory!!!!
Minister Muriel Sweet