My testimony can be found in the words of the Psalmist.
Psalm 71 Verse 7
“I am as a wonder unto many.”
It was my lot to be born a cripple and an epileptic. This could be a dreadful disadvantage to anyone who had a normal home life, but I was even denied this blessing and my home was in an orphanage. With such a distressing start and background in life I could have easily become hard and bitter, especially towards God, but the Scriptures declare that he ha a particular care towards such as I, and at the age of fifteen I realised that Christ loved me and died for me. From that time I have never been finally alone for though I have been deprived of human love, I have proved His wonderful promise, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” From that time, I believed that one day I would walk like other people. It seemed however that the reverse would happen, for at the age of seventeen I became totally blind as a result of the fits. The only comfort the earthly physicians could give me was that I would never see again, but praise God, after nine months in physical darkness, God restored my sight.
I was sent to a convalescent home for epileptics, and one day whilst in a fit, I fell 17 feet from a window, but underneath were the Everlasting arms, and once again I realised that I had been saved from going to my death. Surely you would think that I had suffered enough misfortune and that now God would answer my prayers, but at the age of nineteen I was struck with polio and was paralysed down my left side. I lay for five years in this condition, during which time I was having as many as thirty fits in a day, and then one morning I woke to find that I was completely paralysed. I could now do nothing for myself except the most important thing, I could pray and read the word of god. God guided me in a wonderful way, and I started to read the Bible with a palm cross between my teeth, so that instead of turning the pages myself, I trusted the Lord that the pages would turn to the right place for my guidance. Another thing I could do was to tell others about Jesus.
Within six months I knew that god would do something for me, but it was not to be yet. I lay in this hospital for many years, and then I was told that I was being removed to a mental hospital, not because it was necessary for me to be treated in this respect, but because my bed was urgently required for another patient. Had I not been saved I would certainly have rebelled, but after prayer I felt there must be a purpose in it, and believing that God would use me. I still lay on my back for six months, making it ten years altogether. Ten years in this condition, having fits all the time, is a very long time, but I was still able to praise God and witness for Him. My testimony to the miraculous did not commence after my healing, it commenced from the day when I looked to Calvary, where hung the lovely Son of God, for that day the greatest miracle of my life had taken place, the miracle of the New Birth, which did not bring life for a few years, but for eternity. No one in that hospital knew Jesus Christ as their Saviour, and so I could pray for them and witness to them.
At this time the use came back into my right side and the number of fits were decreasing, and I knew it was the Lord. One memorable morning the Lord spoke distinctly to me, and told me I could walk. How different is His voice from the voice of man, there is absolute assurance with it. I slowly pulled myself up with my good hand on to my feet. I do not claim to have walked perfectly right away, but I do know that every step I took the Lord was with me, and the glory belongs to Him.
Although I was now walking, my one foot was still twisted from birth, and my left leg was two inches shorter as a result of the polio, and my hip locked, but I had come so far and had no doubt that God would complete the work. I was sent to another home for epileptics, and whilst there I went for the first time to a Pentecostal meeting in a campaign conducted by Mr Howell Harris in Haslemere. I went forward to be prayed for, and was then asked to raise my left hand. Praise God! I could, the paralysis had gone.
My leg and left foot were still the same, but I went home rejoicing in the assurance that the rest would follow. The following day being Sunday, I went as usual to the Baptist Chapel, and felt that here God would complete the work, for He is not tied down to any particular church, it is His Son and our faith that He honours. Whilst the sermon was being preached, I had a sensation like pins and needles in what had been the bad leg, and whilst my friend and I sat and watched, the foot that had been twisted from birth, slowly turned to the correct position, with no hand touching expect the One that was pierced two thousand years ago.
At the conclusion of the meeting, I no longer held on to the seat in front of me or to the person next to me. I held on to God, and hallelujah! God held on to me. It meant for the first time in 32 years I could stand, walk and run just like other people, and God had done it. My leg no longer was two inches short, for when God does a work He does it perfectly. It was the first day of Spring when it happened, but it was so to me in more ways than one.
I am now perfectly whole, I am no longer an epileptic, and only God could heal that which had been from my birth.
My life is now no longer mine. I can never cease to praise Him. He has made me to walk, so I want to use my legs in witnessing on the road, on door-bell Evangelism, where the only complaint of the Pastor is that he cannot keep up with me!
This is my testimony, born in sin, born a cripple and an epileptic, blinded for a season, paralysed for ten years, but by His grace, saved from sin and hell, and wonderfully healed. Truly I can say, “I am a wonder to many.”
Jesus said, “Where is your faith? (Luke 8:25). The Apostles said, “Increase our faith.” (Luke 17:5). Jesus said, “Have faith in God.” (Mark 11:22).