Pookie's Miracle Testimony ~ Part 2 ~  
 
As I stepped over the threshold of the Church, Jesus met me at the door. It was as if He put His arms around me and just loved  
me.  I mean........... I literally felt His love all around me. So much so, that I began to weep. I wept through the entire service.    
As far as I was concerned, I had already received everything I could hope for when I felt His loving and holy presence for  
the first time. Little did I know Jesus always gives us more than we can ever ask or think.  This was the love I had been  
searching for so long.   I looked up and noticed that there were crutches, and canes, and wheelchairs, and walkers, and  
corrective shoes, etc. hanging from the rafters all over the building. Each one representing a  miracle. We sat in the back  
because most of the seats were already taken. This place was so alive. People had their hands raised up, praising God and  
singing to Him. It was awesome. I never saw anything like this before.  
  
Soon Gail poked me and said "There's the Pastor." I thought "This guy looks like a Mafia man."    He had on the 3 pc. pin  
striped suit, the pocket chain, hair sprayed hairdo, shiney black shoes..........Then he grabbed a mic and began to worship and  
praise God....... I took a better look at him and could see love shining out of his eyes. It was tangible. I told God I was sorry,  
and that I could see that this Pastor was His child.    
 
Then, a man began yelling out in a foreign language. I thought, "This guy is here for the first time also, only he isn't liking  
this as much as I am." I asked Gail what was going on. She said, "Shhhh.....it's a message from the Lord."  I thought, "message  
from the Lord? Doesn't He speak English." Then, a man from the chior began to interpret the message. To me it ounded 'holy'  
because it was in Elizabethan language.  Then the Pastor opened his bible and preached from John, Chapter 9 about the blind  
man who Jesus had put the clay and spittle on his eyes. Then the blind man went to the pool of Siloam to wash off the mud,  
and.............. he came away seeing.  
 
All through the sermon, the Pastor kept looking back at me. It was as if he could see thru me.   Then, he snapped the bible  
shut and said. "Get ready, we're going to have some miracles here tonight."  He then began to walk up and down the aisle. He  
said "Who is Marie?" (not her real name) A small girl of about 10 yrs. old stood up. He said "Come over here, honey. You have  
such-and-such a heart condition." He even mentioned the medical term for it. Then he said. "Who is Dr. Smith" (not his real  
name) She said. "That's my heart Doctor." He said. "What is number so-and-so?" She said "That's the Doctors office address."  
Then he said. "How do I know these things? because Jesus is in this place, that's how." Then he said  "Where is your mother?"  
Her mother came out of the pew rejoicing and praising God, and said that  everything he had said was true. He said, "Have you  
ever been here before?" She said "Yes." He said,  "Have I ever spoken to you before?" She said,"No" He said, "Your daughter  
is scheduled for open heart surgery next week. Am I right?" She said, "Yes." He said, "I'm here to tell you that a Drs. scapel  
is not going to touch your daughter, because the Great Physician is in the house." He said.  "Everbody join hands and let's pray.  
"Jesus, please give Marie a new heart."  
 
After the prayer, He told the girl to run a few laps around the church and she took off running. After about 3 laps, he stopped  
her and said, "How do you feel?" She clutched her chest and said in amazement, "It doensn't hurt me anymore!" He then told  
her mother to take her back to Dr. Smith  and have her completely checked out. A miracle will stand up to a doctor's test,  
he said. Then he said, "If she doesn't have a new heart, I want you to come back here and take this mic and tell the  people  
that I am a liar. Will you do that? She replied that she would and they went to sit back down.  
 
Then he said "Who is Judy?" and pointed to a woman on the other side of the church. Judy stood up.  He said, "You are here  
because of a disturbing letter you got in the mail." Judy reached down and held up the letter. He said, "Come down here and  
let me pray for you." As she was comming toward him, he waved his arm and said "It's already taken care of, I don't even  
have to pray." When he waved his hand, the woman fell backward and landed on the floor. They threw a cloth over her legs  
and began to praise God.  
 
I thought she died, or at least she had a concusion!  I wanted to call 911. Just then, the Pastor pointed his finger at me and said.  
"YOU............. in the back with the blonde hair and the blue sweater, this is YOUR night!" I looked around hoping there was  
another blonde with a blue sweater on. He said, "Don't look around you, blondie, I'm talking to YOU! I said,.....This is YOUR  
night." I was terrified. He said. "Who brought this woman here?" Gail slipped her hand up. He said. "Bring  her down to the  
front. This is HER night !!" Gail said, "Doreen, we have to go to the front." I whispered, "No!!!" as loud as I could whisper.  
Whereupon, she grabbed my arm and literally dragged me down to the altar where he was standing." We even had to walk  
around Judy who was still lying on the floor." ((Gasp!)) The deaconess noticed how I was shaking and came and stood beside  
me saying, "Everything is going to be alright. Don't be afraid."   Yeah....right?  I thought.  
 
The Pastor handed me a microphone and said, "Tell the people what the problem is." I thought, "The problem is............... I can't  
tell the people what the problem is cuz, I can't talk." I managed to whisper into the mic that I hadn't been able to speak for  
more than a year.  He said............"Have you been to the Doctors?" I nodded, yes. He said,  "I used to have the same problem  
and would have to whisper just like you do. I would get up to preach and lose my voice. Mine would come back in a few days  
though. Yours never came back?" I shook my head, "No." Tears filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. He said, "Suppose  
we ask Jesus to heal you the way some- one asked Him to heal me?" I nodded, "Yes." Then he aid, "Someone go outside and.....  
get some dirt."  
 
I thought, "I wonder what he wants dirt for? I know!  (after all, I was saved one day, I could figure God out!) He's gonna make  
mud and put it on the front of my neck, like Jesus did with that blind man in the bible." The guy came back in with the dirt and  
put it into the Pastor's hand. Then Pastor held out his hand in front of me and said, "I want you to put this dirt on your tongue  
and swallow it." I thought (((tilt))) "You want me to do WHAT?" All the doctors I had been to had on the little white coats and  
were so sterilized and everything. Then I thought........."you know........... I've been everywhere and tried everything to get well  
and nothing has worked. A little dirt isn't gonna kill me." So.......... I took the dirt and swallowed it, not  knowing why.  The Pastor  
put one hand on my forehead and the other one on the front of my neck and prayed "Jesus, unlock her vocal chords that she may  
speak."  
  
(Only God and I knew what the throat specialist had told me. "Your vocal chords are locked, paralized, and deteriorated to the  
point where they are no longer there. They've disintegrated from non-use. I can only advise you to take up sign language from  
this point on"  
 
The Pastor gave me the mic again and said, "I want you to say your first word, I want you to say Jesus." I thought, wouldn't that  
be nice, but I knew that if I tried to force out speach, it would be terribly painful. Frankly, I didn't expect anything to happen,  
but I gave it a shot anyway. I said, "Jesus" and it went out over the mic and the congregation heard it, but when you don't speak  
for so long, you no longer  are able to regulate the volume of your voice anymore nor are you familiar with hearing your voice in  
your own head when you do speak, so I didn't hear myself speak. Everyone went wild! The music was  playing and people were  
cheering and jumping up and down praising God.  It was bedlam in that place.  
 
I just stood there not realizing what had happened. The Pastor said, "Everyone...... please be very quiet." Bingo! You could hear a  
pin drop. He said to me, "I want you to say Jesus again, but I want you to say it louder this time. I said "Jesus!" and then I heard  
myself say His wonderful Name! I actually heard myself speak again!!! Pastor asked me "Can you yell?" I yelled "JESUS, JESUS,  
JESUS!!!.......HE'S REAL.....HE'S REALLY REAL!!! HE HEALED ME! HE'LL HEAL YOU TOO! JESUS LOVES YOU! You gotta be  
born again like Nicodemus and me. If you're here in this building and you don't have Jesus in your heart, come down here and ask  
Him to come into your heart." And the people did just that. They came down to the altar and knealt and invited Jesus into their  
hearts and lives. I had made an altar call, and I had never even seen an altar call before! It was all so glorious!  Then............ as  
we were leaving the church, a man came over to me and said "Sister, the Lord had you to eat that dirt to make you humble."  
I thought, "Humble??? I was half dead, how humble can you get?" What he said really bothered me.  
 
After taking the women home, I got comfy with my bible and opened to John, Chapter 9 and read again about the blind man. I said,  
"Jesus, I don't understand this. Here, this guy is blind, and you put mud on him, and have him groping around to get to this pool of  
Siloam. That doesn't seem very loving to me. Not like the love I found at the door of that church. Why didn't you just "zap him  
with eyesight?" Lo and behold........Jesus began to speak to my heart. "Doreen, turn to Genesis, it's the first book. And look and  
see where I made man from the dust and dirt of the ground." I turned to Genesis 2:7 and there it was. I said, "Yes Jesus, I see that  
now."  
 
He said, "When I passed by that blind man and picked up the dirt and used the spittle, I was fashioning for him....new eyes."  
When He said that, I immediately understood that this man was not only blind, but he was born without any eyes. Jesus chose  
to soverignly deal with him in this way with the dirt to recreate new eyes for him, and that's how He dealt with me to give me  
new vocal chords. It had nothing to do with making me humble. It was all giving.........all loving.  Better yet is the fact, that every  
single thing that was wrong with me had been instantly healed that night. I was every whit...whole! Completely healed, from the  
top of my head down to the soles of my feet. Hallelujah! \o/ Glory to the Living God!  Every day was just like Christmas. A  
normal menstral cycle, restful and peaceful sleep at night. A sound mind. No more allergies. No more stomach ulcers. No more  
pills. I threw them all in the trash. I was completely delivered! No withdrawals. And, I went from sipping heavy cream every  
hour to eating fried and spicey foods without a problem. Isn't HE amazing? HE gave me a brand new life!!  
 
And that is my message:  
 
The One who creates also recreates! He will take your life and recreate it and turn it into something wonderful for His  
Glory.......... if you let Him.  
 
Let Jesus love you! All He ever wanted from you is your heart.  
 
Always remember that Jesus Loves You! And never forget the power in a little prayer.  
 
Be blessed,  
 
Doreen/Pookie ><>