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Acts 3:16 And his name through faith in his name hath made this man strong, whom ye see and know: yea, the faith which is by him hath given him this perfect soundness in the presence of you all. (KJV) I am a physician; am 44 years old; been in the practice of my profession since 1872. I was run over by a drunken man driving a buggy and horse furiously down Broadway Street, Denver, Colorado, July 18, 1894, 8 P.M., the shaft of the buggy striking me two inches to left of spine, breaking two ribs, and producing internal bleeding into the pleural cavity around the heart and left lung, which caused the doctors to take out part of the seventh rib and cut a hole into the pleural cavity and let out a large quantity of blood. This hole stayed open for over four months,
running a foul pus, having the odor of rotten eggs. My fever never abated for eight months; nothing lessened it, and sleep was only had through opiates. No appetite, no sleep, no ease for the entire eight months. Over a quarter of a hundred of doctors gave me up to die. I lost 125 pounds of flesh; I weighed 225 pounds when I was stricken down, and when I was healed only weighed 100 pounds. So, when I literally complied with the Word, I was healed. The “Christian Alliance,” which meets at 107 ½ North Main Street, Los Angeles, is the place where the Lord touched my body. The last days of January 1895, I applied to the Christian Alliance, of which Brother W. C. Stevens is the leader, for anointing in the Name of Jesus of Nazareth. Oh, how full of pain was this body! And the pain became so intense as those saints of God anointed me in the Name of the Lord. They prayed for about a half hour; then, in my greatly increased pain, I asked them to help me to the carriage downstairs. Brother Stevens bade me go
in Jesus’ Name. I went with Doctor Flint, a Presbyterian minister, and another brother’s help down the stairway, resting once or twice, and, as I stepped off the flagstep, three inches high, to the pavement of North Main Street of Los Angeles, every bit of pain and fever left me, and I have not had any since of the old kind.

Some one asked me at Long Beach “if it was not gradual healing.” I replied, it took only
“as I left the flagstone to the pavement below, about three inches high-somewhere between the two places the Lord healed me” My good wife asked me when I reached home, “How do you feel, darling?” “I am healed.” My first testimony! She looked in amazement. I said, “Wife, get me a beefsteak as soon as possible, I am so hungry, the first time in many long months. She hastened, and I ate with a relish. Glory to Jesus!
I weighed only 100 pounds, and in just three months, or ninety days, on May 5, 1895, I
weighed 190 pounds, one pound per day increase. I am well and strong and now weigh 225 pounds; am practicing my profession, and telling of God’s power to heal. Bless His dear Name!

Digital Copyright © 2004 by Healing and Revival Press. All rights reserved. Excerpt from the 1896 “Triumphs of Faith” edited by Carrie Judd Montgomery. Some small spelling and language corrections were made.