My dad told me a few days ago that he had stomach cancer. I looked at his stomach and told him that someone had poisoned his food with radioactive substances, and that he merely needed to get the radioactivity out of his system. He told this to his doctor who laughed and said that if he found a way to do so, he should write a book. My dad cried in dismay. He didn't know that I was looking at him through the ether while he was speaking to the doctor.
Today, as I look at my dad's stomach, it has gone from jet black in the ether to milky white. It seems that he had found a way to get the radioactivity out of his system. I think he merely called my aunt and she told him to dive into spiritual acid as one dives into a swimming pool, fill his stomach with the acid, then ask God to say "shamrock" to his stomach until it was cleansed, which he did. I heard the word "shamrock" being repeated ten times every second for what seemed like hours, until my aunt intervened to complete the task.
I think of all the people who have succumbed to stomach cancer, believing themselves to be incurably ill. I think also of all the doctors who delivered the harsh diagnoses, believing themselves to be without a solution. When do we get to the point of believing God when he says that every illness can be healed? And when do we decide to take action toward that healing? The Lord God Almighty is a God of truth, hope, and eternal bliss.
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