WHAT MOHAMMED COULDN'T DO.
When I pastored a church in the early 1950s, we sponsored a missionary in India by paying his salary. He spent thirty years there—thirty long years.
On one occasion, he told me something that discouraged me from even supporting him. He said he had spent thirty years in India and had never seen one Mohammedan born again. I said, "What kind of investment am I making? We are investing money and keeping that man in India to preach the Gospel and not one soul has been saved. It is time to rearrange our priorities." So I went to India to find out what
was going on.
The first time I visited India in 1956, I preached to 50,000 people. I visited all the market places. I saw beggars, blind folks and people who couldn't walk. I have never seen so
many sick people. India is one of the poorest nations in the world with so many homeless, penniless people.
We invested thousands of dollars to build a structure that protected the people from the hot sun so that they could hear the Gospel. On that opening day, I was so thrilled. I preached for two hours and my interpreter translated for
two hours—for a total of four hours. They wanted me to go on. When I gave the altar call, I was so disappointed. I had preached to 50,000 people, and not one soul had come to
accept Jesus.
My mind went back to the missionary and I said, "Oh, Lord.” But I knew God called us to do more than just preach the Word. He called us to demonstrate the Gospel.
Although no one came forward to accept Christ, and the crowd was obviously ready for the benediction, I said, "I am not done now. God says that signs follow His Word. I did what God called me to do, now I am going to let God do
what He said He was going to do."
I invited three people from the audience to come forward—they were beggars. I knew who they were. One was blind, one was deaf and dumb and the other was a crippled woman who had never walked upright. She walked in a
horizontal position on the heels of her feet and the heels of her hands. She had a disease that hindered her from standing upright.
Fifty thousand people were watching.
I laid hands on the blind woman first. I said, "In the name of Jesus, I command these blind eyes to see." Instantly, God opened her eyes and she ran through the audience, shouting in her own tongue, "I can see! I can see!"
I went to the deaf mute and put my fingers in his ears and my thumb on his tongue. I said, "In the name of Jesus, I command this deaf and dumb spirit to come out!" Instantly, the spirit responded and the man started speaking English within a few minutes. He didn't know his own language. He had been a deaf mute but God had opened his ears and loosened his tongue.
It came time to pray for the crippled woman. I said, "Now I am going to lay hands on this woman in the name of Mohammed. I am going to give him equal time." My interpreter did not want to translate this statement. I said,
"You do what I tell you to do, Mister. You are my interpreter. I am the man of God."
Not one person in the audience expected her to get up, because they knew Mohammed was dead. I said, "Now, that is the difference between the god you serve and the God I serve. I didn't come here to put your god down; I came to lift mine up. You visit your shrine. I visit mine, but mine is empty because He is no longer there. That is the difference between the tombs. I came to let you know my Jesus is not
dead—He is alive, and He is the same today as He was yesterday."
I laid hands on the woman in the name of Mohammed and said, "Rise and walk, in the name of Mohammed." Someone asked me what I would have done if she had gotten up. I
guess I would have converted.
But she didn't get up. So I said, "I am going to use the name that is above every name, the name of Jesus—the Lamb that was slain for the world. Jesus died for the people of India and for the whole world." The woman had never
taken an upright step in fifty-eight years. I laid hands on her in the name of Jesus of Nazareth and said, "In the name of Jesus, rise and walk." She stood upright and walked for the first time in her life, because Jesus Christ is God!
Do you know what happened? The people in that crowd started jumping out of trees, and a mob came running towards me. I jumped behind my interpreter. I thought they were going to tar and feather me and run me out of their country. I never saw such an onslaught of people. They were yelling something at the top of their voice. I asked my interpreter, "What are they saying?"
He said, "They are hollering, 'Jesus is alive. Jesus is the Christ. Jesus is God.' They are coming to get saved." What a thrill! Not one of them came when I preached, but when they saw the demonstration of the Gospel, they came.
God has called the Church to demonstrate His power.
Aren't you glad He is alive today?
R.W SHAMBACH (Miracles)
- JESUS SAVES TV
When I pastored a church in the early 1950s, we sponsored a missionary in India by paying his salary. He spent thirty years there—thirty long years.
On one occasion, he told me something that discouraged me from even supporting him. He said he had spent thirty years in India and had never seen one Mohammedan born again. I said, "What kind of investment am I making? We are investing money and keeping that man in India to preach the Gospel and not one soul has been saved. It is time to rearrange our priorities." So I went to India to find out what
was going on.
The first time I visited India in 1956, I preached to 50,000 people. I visited all the market places. I saw beggars, blind folks and people who couldn't walk. I have never seen so
many sick people. India is one of the poorest nations in the world with so many homeless, penniless people.
We invested thousands of dollars to build a structure that protected the people from the hot sun so that they could hear the Gospel. On that opening day, I was so thrilled. I preached for two hours and my interpreter translated for
two hours—for a total of four hours. They wanted me to go on. When I gave the altar call, I was so disappointed. I had preached to 50,000 people, and not one soul had come to
accept Jesus.
My mind went back to the missionary and I said, "Oh, Lord.” But I knew God called us to do more than just preach the Word. He called us to demonstrate the Gospel.
Although no one came forward to accept Christ, and the crowd was obviously ready for the benediction, I said, "I am not done now. God says that signs follow His Word. I did what God called me to do, now I am going to let God do
what He said He was going to do."
I invited three people from the audience to come forward—they were beggars. I knew who they were. One was blind, one was deaf and dumb and the other was a crippled woman who had never walked upright. She walked in a
horizontal position on the heels of her feet and the heels of her hands. She had a disease that hindered her from standing upright.
Fifty thousand people were watching.
I laid hands on the blind woman first. I said, "In the name of Jesus, I command these blind eyes to see." Instantly, God opened her eyes and she ran through the audience, shouting in her own tongue, "I can see! I can see!"
I went to the deaf mute and put my fingers in his ears and my thumb on his tongue. I said, "In the name of Jesus, I command this deaf and dumb spirit to come out!" Instantly, the spirit responded and the man started speaking English within a few minutes. He didn't know his own language. He had been a deaf mute but God had opened his ears and loosened his tongue.
It came time to pray for the crippled woman. I said, "Now I am going to lay hands on this woman in the name of Mohammed. I am going to give him equal time." My interpreter did not want to translate this statement. I said,
"You do what I tell you to do, Mister. You are my interpreter. I am the man of God."
Not one person in the audience expected her to get up, because they knew Mohammed was dead. I said, "Now, that is the difference between the god you serve and the God I serve. I didn't come here to put your god down; I came to lift mine up. You visit your shrine. I visit mine, but mine is empty because He is no longer there. That is the difference between the tombs. I came to let you know my Jesus is not
dead—He is alive, and He is the same today as He was yesterday."
I laid hands on the woman in the name of Mohammed and said, "Rise and walk, in the name of Mohammed." Someone asked me what I would have done if she had gotten up. I
guess I would have converted.
But she didn't get up. So I said, "I am going to use the name that is above every name, the name of Jesus—the Lamb that was slain for the world. Jesus died for the people of India and for the whole world." The woman had never
taken an upright step in fifty-eight years. I laid hands on her in the name of Jesus of Nazareth and said, "In the name of Jesus, rise and walk." She stood upright and walked for the first time in her life, because Jesus Christ is God!
Do you know what happened? The people in that crowd started jumping out of trees, and a mob came running towards me. I jumped behind my interpreter. I thought they were going to tar and feather me and run me out of their country. I never saw such an onslaught of people. They were yelling something at the top of their voice. I asked my interpreter, "What are they saying?"
He said, "They are hollering, 'Jesus is alive. Jesus is the Christ. Jesus is God.' They are coming to get saved." What a thrill! Not one of them came when I preached, but when they saw the demonstration of the Gospel, they came.
God has called the Church to demonstrate His power.
Aren't you glad He is alive today?
R.W SHAMBACH (Miracles)
- JESUS SAVES TV
WHAT MOHAMMED COULDN'T DO.
When I pastored a church in the early 1950s, we sponsored a missionary in India by paying his salary. He spent thirty years there—thirty long years.
On one occasion, he told me something that discouraged me from even supporting him. He said he had spent thirty years in India and had never seen one Mohammedan born again. I said, "What kind of investment am I making? We are investing money and keeping that man in India to preach the Gospel and not one soul has been saved. It is time to rearrange our priorities." So I went to India to find out what
was going on.
The first time I visited India in 1956, I preached to 50,000 people. I visited all the market places. I saw beggars, blind folks and people who couldn't walk. I have never seen so
many sick people. India is one of the poorest nations in the world with so many homeless, penniless people.
We invested thousands of dollars to build a structure that protected the people from the hot sun so that they could hear the Gospel. On that opening day, I was so thrilled. I preached for two hours and my interpreter translated for
two hours—for a total of four hours. They wanted me to go on. When I gave the altar call, I was so disappointed. I had preached to 50,000 people, and not one soul had come to
accept Jesus.
My mind went back to the missionary and I said, "Oh, Lord.” But I knew God called us to do more than just preach the Word. He called us to demonstrate the Gospel.
Although no one came forward to accept Christ, and the crowd was obviously ready for the benediction, I said, "I am not done now. God says that signs follow His Word. I did what God called me to do, now I am going to let God do
what He said He was going to do."
I invited three people from the audience to come forward—they were beggars. I knew who they were. One was blind, one was deaf and dumb and the other was a crippled woman who had never walked upright. She walked in a
horizontal position on the heels of her feet and the heels of her hands. She had a disease that hindered her from standing upright.
Fifty thousand people were watching.
I laid hands on the blind woman first. I said, "In the name of Jesus, I command these blind eyes to see." Instantly, God opened her eyes and she ran through the audience, shouting in her own tongue, "I can see! I can see!"
I went to the deaf mute and put my fingers in his ears and my thumb on his tongue. I said, "In the name of Jesus, I command this deaf and dumb spirit to come out!" Instantly, the spirit responded and the man started speaking English within a few minutes. He didn't know his own language. He had been a deaf mute but God had opened his ears and loosened his tongue.
It came time to pray for the crippled woman. I said, "Now I am going to lay hands on this woman in the name of Mohammed. I am going to give him equal time." My interpreter did not want to translate this statement. I said,
"You do what I tell you to do, Mister. You are my interpreter. I am the man of God."
Not one person in the audience expected her to get up, because they knew Mohammed was dead. I said, "Now, that is the difference between the god you serve and the God I serve. I didn't come here to put your god down; I came to lift mine up. You visit your shrine. I visit mine, but mine is empty because He is no longer there. That is the difference between the tombs. I came to let you know my Jesus is not
dead—He is alive, and He is the same today as He was yesterday."
I laid hands on the woman in the name of Mohammed and said, "Rise and walk, in the name of Mohammed." Someone asked me what I would have done if she had gotten up. I
guess I would have converted.
But she didn't get up. So I said, "I am going to use the name that is above every name, the name of Jesus—the Lamb that was slain for the world. Jesus died for the people of India and for the whole world." The woman had never
taken an upright step in fifty-eight years. I laid hands on her in the name of Jesus of Nazareth and said, "In the name of Jesus, rise and walk." She stood upright and walked for the first time in her life, because Jesus Christ is God!
Do you know what happened? The people in that crowd started jumping out of trees, and a mob came running towards me. I jumped behind my interpreter. I thought they were going to tar and feather me and run me out of their country. I never saw such an onslaught of people. They were yelling something at the top of their voice. I asked my interpreter, "What are they saying?"
He said, "They are hollering, 'Jesus is alive. Jesus is the Christ. Jesus is God.' They are coming to get saved." What a thrill! Not one of them came when I preached, but when they saw the demonstration of the Gospel, they came.
God has called the Church to demonstrate His power.
Aren't you glad He is alive today?
R.W SHAMBACH (Miracles)
- JESUS SAVES TV
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