He said he had a fever for three days. I put my hand on his head and it was very hot. Indeed this will test anyone's faith. Each time I laid hands on somebody I would not know who would be healed. Some were healed, some were not, and only God knows why. I began to pray for him and in a few minutes I felt his forehead go cold while my hand was still on it. One second it was hot and the next second it was cold to touch. The moment the fever subsided I knew that he was fine. I am not telling this to present myself as some self proclaimed healer. There is only one healer and his name is Jesus! He is the true healer.
But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5
Only God knows the full extent of how each one was touched, but it changed so many lives and it was evident. The crusades were fruitfully accomplished. I had two days to rest before my travel back to America. After a long late afternoon nap, I went out into the street to socialize with the street people and neighbors. Immediately they began to gather in the street and before I realized, there were at least twenty people gathered around me. It is illegal to have gospel meetings in public without a permit and yet here they were assembled together asking for a prayer. I could not refuse, but had to be careful not to break the law, so I requested all who were present to come into the church.