| One Sunday evening while we were ministering during our
Worship & Healing service, Ray, one of our church leaders who was helping
us called me outside the room - we had a single, large, upper room where
we held our services - and said he had to leave, that he was having a
migraine headache attack, and was beginning to lose his eyesight. He asked
me to pray for him before he and his wife left. Not having prayed for anyone with a migraine headache before, I asked him about it. He said he had been having them for several years, and that they often were so severe that he would almost go blind and get extremely nauseated. The severe ones normally lasted about three days, and this one, he said, felt like one of those. I laid my hands gently on his head to pray for him, and when I did the words "spirit of migraine headaches" popped into my head. So with all the force of my soul that I could muster, I went after that spirit and commanded it come out of this child of God, that it had no right to be upon him because we were healed by the stripes of Jesus Christ 2,000 years ago (1 Peter 2:24). There was no strong reaction to my commands as there sometimes was, but as I continued to command the spirit to leave, Ray said that the pain was lessening and that his eyesight was returning. Naturally, that helped my faith considerably, and so my commands became more forceful, and within a few minutes the effects of the migraine were totally gone. I told Ray that if that spirit of migraine headaches ever tried to come back, that he should do exactly what I did and command it to leave him in the name of Jesus Christ. And to stick with it until it left. He had no migraine attacks for about four months, and then one day as he was driving through Columbus, Ohio, headed to Cincinnati, the migraine struck again, and he immediately started going blind. But he remembered what I told him and took authority over the spirit and commanded it to leave. He said the migraine did not get any worse, and it took him only about five minutes to fight it off. After that, the spirit gave up and he never had another migraine headache.
About a year later, my wife and I were ministering in a chiropractor's home in a town about a hundred miles north of where we live. Just before the meeting started in his downstairs room, a young man came up to us and asked if we would pray for his wife, whom we'll call Mary, who was having a migraine headache. We said we would and asked him where she was. He said the migraine had started while they were on the way to the meeting and she had stayed in the car. We asked him to bring her in so we could pray for her, but she wouldn't come in. So Bev and I went out to the car to her. The chiropractor also had his office in his home, so after a bit we persuaded Mary to come into the reception room. There we asked her if we could pray for her healing, but she was reluctant because she wasn't certain Jesus healed today - no one had ever been healed in her church, and she did not know anyone who had. So I asked her, "Mary, if Jesus were physically here with us now, and you asked Him to heal you, what do you think He would do? She hesitated a moment and then said, "He would heal me." "Well, Jesus said that where two or three are gathered together in His name, He is there in their midst. We three are gathered in His name, so even though we can't physically see Him, why don't we just ask Him to heal you and see what happens - okay?" Again a bit of hesitation, and then she said, "Okay." Bev and I laid hands on her and I prayed, "Lord Jesus, we are gathered here in your name, and so we know You're here with us. Because you are, Lord, we ask you to heal Mary of this migraine headache . . . and we thank You for doing it." Having said that, I went after the spirit of migraine headaches and commanded it to come of Mary, telling it that she was a child of God and it had to right to afflict her. After doing that a few times, I stopped and asked Mary, "So how is your headache?" She got a puzzled look on her face, shook her head back and forth several times, easy at first and then harder, and still looking puzzled, said, "It's gone!" and started crying. We praised the Lord for a while, and then we went downstairs to the meeting, where Mary testified to the what the Lord had done for her. Needless to say, it was a great meeting that evening. |
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