FGBMFI – AN INCREDIBLE HEALING TESTIMONY
RICHARD SHAKARIAN – I was always thrilled to hear Betty Baxter tell
her healing story. It is a bit long, however it is a powerful blessing.
As far back as I can remember I wasn’t normal like other boys and girls. My
body was twisted and crippled and deformed. I guess I will never forget
that awful feeling of no hope. I know how it feels to have the family doctor
look in my face and say, “Betty, there is no hope.” Also to
be carried from one hospital to another and see the specialists shake their heads
and say, “there is nothing medical science can do.”
I was born with a curve in my spine. Every vertebra was out of place the
bones were twisted and matted together. As you know the nerves are centered
on the spine. The x-rays showed that the bones were twisted and matted
together; therefore, my nervous system was wrecked.
I was 11 years old at that time and had no idea that the doctor was sending me
home to die. I looked at him, “Yes, Doctor, but someday God will
heal my body, I will be well and strong then.”
It was Jesus speaking to me. This is what He always said: “Betty,
I love you!” Jesus would look down on me in my pitiful condition
so crippled and deformed that when my Daddy would stand me up I stood only as
high as my little four year old brother. Large knots had grown on my spine,
the first one at the base of my neck, then one right after the other to the base
of my spine. My arms were paralyzed from my shoulders to my wrists. I
could only move my fingers. My head was twisted and turned down on my chest. When
I drank water I had to drink from a tube because I couldn’t raise my head. Yet
in this condition Jesus whispered that He loved me. I said, “Jesus,
help me to be patient because I can do anything as long as I know you love me!” Many
times He whispered, “Remember child, I will never leave you nor forsake
you.”
Listen friend, I am confident that He loved me just as much when I was a crippled,
forgotten child, as He does right now when I am well and strong and able to work
for Him.
Finally, my dad came in and took my crippled body in his arms and sat on the
edge of the bed. He looked at me with big tears splashing down his rugged
face. He said, “ Honey, you don’t know, you don’t have
the least idea what money is but I have given up everything, I have spent all
I have and more too in order to get you well. Betty, your daddy has gone
as far as he can go. There isn’t any hope anymore.”
He took out his handkerchief and wiped his face dry.
I heard the voice of Jesus speaking audibly to me. He spoke these words:
I am going to heal you completely August 24, Sunday afternoon at 3:00 o’clock.”
A thrill of hope and expectancy swept through my entire body and soul. God
told me the day and the hour. He knows everything, doesn’t He?
The first thought that came to me was “Won’t Mom be glad when I tell
her. Just think how happy she will be when I tell her I know the day and
the hour.” Then Jesus spoke again and said to me, “Now, don’t
tell this until my time comes.”
I thought, “I thought, I’ve never kept anything from my mother. How
will I keep this from her?”
Mom smiled and said, “August 24th, Sunday afternoon at 3:00 o’clock.”
I said, “Mom, how did you know? Did I let it slip and tell you?
She said, “No, the same God that talks to you talks to me.”
When my mother said that, I was doubly sure God would heal my body the 24th day
of August and make me well. I said, “Mom, am I getting straighter?
Are the knots going away?”
She looked at me and said, “No, Betty, you are getting more bent every
day and the knots are growing larger.”
I said, “Mom, do you still believe God will heal me the 24th day of August?”
She said, “Sure I do. All things are possible if we only believe.”
I said, “Mom, listen to me. I haven’t had a dress on or shoes
on my feet since I was a little girl. I have worn these night clothes all these
years. Mom, when Jesus heals me Sunday afternoon I am going to Church Sunday
night. The stores are closed on Sunday. Mom, if you really believe
Jesus is going to heal me, will you go to Fairmont this afternoon and get me
some new clothes? Will you, Mom?”
My mother showed her faith by her works. “Sure, I will go into town
today and get you some clothes so you can wear them Sunday night,” she
said.
As she was driving away, Dad stopped her. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to town,” she said.
“What for?” he asked.
“Well, I am going to get a new dress and shoes for Betty,” she said.
“Now, Mother, you know we won’t have to buy her a new dress until
we lay her away and let’s not think about it until we have to,” Dad
said.
“Oh no, she has had word from Jesus that He is going to heal her Sunday
afternoon, the 24th and I’ve had word too. I’m going to Fairmont
to get some new clothes for her.”
My mother brought them home and showed them to me. I thought the dress
was the most beautiful I had ever seen. The shoes were paten leather and
they were pretty.
My mother invited a few friends in, saying. “Be sure and get here about
2:30 because 3:00 o’clock is the hour.”
They came at 2:00 o’clock. They said, “Mrs. Baxter, we are
early, but we know something is going to happen and we don’t want to miss
it.” That is the atmosphere they had around me when I was healed.
At 15 minutes of three my mother came to my bedside. I said, “Mom,
what time is it?”
She said, “just 15 minutes before Jesus is coming to heal you.”
I said, “Mom, take me in and place me in the big chair.” She
carried me in and set my twisted body in the chair and propped me up with pillows. I
saw the people as they knelt on the floor around the chair. I saw my baby
brother, four years old, and I realized I was so bent that I stood only as high
as he did. He knelt down by me, looked up and said, “Sis, it’s
not very long now until you will be taller than me.”
At 10 minutes of three my mother asked me what I wanted them to do. I said, “Mom,
start praying, I want to be praying when Jesus comes.” I heard her
sobbing and praying for Jesus to keep His promise and come and heal my body.
How Jesus Came
I didn’t lose consciousness but I became lost in the Spirit of God. I
saw before me two rows of trees, standing tall and straight. As I watched,
I saw one of them in the center begin to bend until the tip of it touched the
ground. I wondered why this one tree was all bent over. Then down
the road I saw Jesus. He came walking through the trees and my heart thrilled
as it always does when I see Jesus. He came and stood by the bent tree. He
stood and looked at it a moment and I wondered what He would do. Then looking
at me He smiled and placed His hand on the bent tree. With a loud crack
and pop it straightened up like the other.
Suddenly I heard a great noise as if a storm was coming up. I heard the
wind as it roared. I tried to speak above the noise. “He’s
coming. Don’t you hear Him? He has come at last.” Then
all at once the noise subsided. All was calm and quiet and I knew in this
quietness Jesus would come. I sat in the big chair, a hopeless cripple. I
was so hungry to see Him. All at once I saw a great white fleecy cloud
form. It wasn’t a vision, It wasn’t a dream. I saw Jesus. As
He came walking slowly toward me I looked on His face. The most striking
thing about Jesus is His eyes. He was tall and broad and was dressed in
robes glistening white. His hair was brown and parted in the middle. It
fell over His shoulders in soft waves. I will never forget His eyes. Many
times when my body is worn and I’m asked to do something for Jesus I would
like to say no. When I remember His eyes they compel me to go out into
the harvest fields to win more souls.
Jesus came slowly toward me with His arms outstretched toward me. I noticed
the ugly prints of the nails in His hands. The closer He got to me the
better I felt. When he came real close I began to feel very small and unworthy. I
wasn’t anything but a little forgotten girl who was deformed and crippled. Then
all at once He smiled at me and I wasn’t afraid anymore. He was my
Jesus. His eyes held mine and if I ever looked into eyes filled with beauty
and compassion, they were the eyes of Jesus. There aren’t many people
I’ve seen who have eyes like Jesus. When I see one who has that love
and compassion in their eyes I wish I could just stay close them. That
is the way I feel about Jesus; I want to live as close to Him as I can.
Jesus came and stood at the side of my chair. One part of His garment was
loose and it fell inside of my chair and if my arms had not been paralyzed I
could have touched His garment. I had thought when He came to heal me I
would start talking to Him and ask Him o heal me. But I couldn’t
say a word. I just looked at Him and kept my eyes on His dear face trying
to tell Him how much I needed Him. He leaned down and looked up in my face
and spoke softly. I can hear every word right now because it is written
in my heart. He said very softly, “Betty, you have been patient,
kind and loving.”
As He spoke these words I thought I could suffer 15 more years if I could see
Jesus and hear Him speak to me again.
He said, “I am going to promise you health, joy and happiness.” I
saw Him reach out His hand and I waited. Then I felt His hand go over the
knots on my spine. People say, “Don’t you ever get tired of
telling of your healing?” No, because every time I tell it I can
feel His hand again.
He placed His hand on the very center of my spine on one of the large knots. All
at once a hot feeling as hot as fire surged through my body. Two hot hands
took my heart and squeezed it and when those hot hands let my heart go, I could
breathe normal and I knew my heart was normal for the first time in my life. Two
hot hands rubbed over the organs of my stomach and I knew my organic trouble
was healed, I would not need a new kidney and I would be able to digest my food
because He had healed me. The hot feeling ran on through my body. Then
I looked at Jesus to see if He would leave me just healed inside. Jesus
smiled and I felt the pressure of his hands on the knots and as His hands pressed
in the middle of my spine there was a tingling sensation like an electrical current
and I stood on my feet just as straight as I am on this platform speaking to
you tonight. I was healed inside and outside. In 10 seconds Jesus
had healed me and made me every whit whole. He did for me in a few moments
what the doctors on this earth could not do. The Great Physician did it
and He did it perfectly.
I turned around and looked back at the chair that was empty and tears rolled
down my cheeks. My body felt light all over, because I didn’t have
any pain and I had always had pain.
I felt tall because I had been bent almost double with my head on my chest, the
knots were gone and my spine was straight. I raised my arms and pinched
one of them. My arms had feeling. They weren’t paralyzed anymore.
Then I looked and saw my baby brother standing in front of my chair. Big
tears were rolling down his little cheeks. Looking up at me I heard him
say, “I saw Sis jump out of the big chair. I saw Jesus heal Sis.” He
was really thrilled. I picked up a chair, raised it above my head and said, “ See
what the God I serve can do!”
Standing right behind my baby brother Jesus still stood. He looked at me
from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. I was straight and normal. Holding
my eyes with His, He began to speak slowly and I’m going to tell you what
He said. “Betty, I am giving you the desire of your heart to be healed. You
are normal and well. You have health now. You are completely well
because I healed you.”
Pausing a moment He gave me a searching look and with authority in His lovely
voice He said, “Now remember, every day look at the clouds and watch. The
next time you see me coming in a cloud, I will not leave you here but I will
take you to be with me forever.
If Jesus Loved Betty Baxter a forgotten crippled child this much – He still
cares for you. –R.S.
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