Part – 20: ENGAGE! – Don’t EXPIRE in Isolation and loneliness – Ask for HELP! Get MENTORED! Learn from Peter, Tabitha, Smith Wigglesworth and Lester Sumrall

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ENGAGE! - Don't EXPIRE in Isolation and loneliness - Ask for HELP! Get MENTORED! Learn from Peter, Tabitha, Smith Wigglesworth and Lester Sumrall

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Title: Part – 20: ENGAGE! – Don’t EXPIRE in Isolation and loneliness – Ask for HELP! Get MENTORED! Learn from Peter, Tabitha, Smith Wigglesworth and Lester Sumrall
Subtitle: Part 20 – Enough is Enough to Captivity of Satan and Welcome to Freedom in Christ Jesus – ENGAGE and Ask for HELP + How Engagements between Smith Wigglesworth and Young Lester Sumrall transformed Lester’s Ministry + What do you do when some illness just won’t go after much prayer? Learn from Smith Wigglesworth how that incident broke his heart and was instrumental to his death – Guard your heart + Smith Prophecy on Worldwide Revival!

ENGAGE! - Don't EXPIRE in Isolation and loneliness - Ask for HELP! Get MENTORED! Learn from Peter, Tabitha, Smith Wigglesworth and Lester Sumrall

Friends, you know, if we are truthful to ourselves, we would admit that whatever we have become in this life, whatever we have achieved in this life, whatever crises we have overcomed in this life, whatever successes we have attained in this life, if we review critically our lives journey, we will begin to appreciate and point grateful fingers at one, two, three or a group of people who came through for us in myriads of ways beyond words when we did not have the capacity to help ourselves.

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God, in His infinite wisdom put us in relationships, families or communities so that we can display Him to our circle – To reach out to help in times of need for healing, deliverance, restoration and myriads of other ways we can support each other.
In our increasingly self-centered, independent, self-help society, those societal anchors are breaking down – FAST, one brick at time.
This is a grand strategy of the enemy to ISOLATE and then DESTROY as we open doors of pride and prejudice to gain access to our lives. Pride, because we have this notion that we can do all things by ourselves.
The fact of the matter is, if we are good in one thing, someone, somewhere will be ten times better than us in speed, result delivery and host of other indexes. Some of these self isolation tendencies are fueled by low and damaged Self-esteem, Security and Self-worth (SSS) issues reenforced during the early growing up years and consolidated by unpleasant life events later in life.
So, what has this got to do with today’s title “Part 20 – Enough is Enough to Captivity of Satan and Welcome to Freedom in Christ Jesus – ENGAGE and Ask for HELP + How Engagements between Smith Wigglesworth and Young Lester Sumrall transformed Lester’s Ministry + What do you do when some illness just won’t go after much prayer? Learn from Smith Wigglesworth how that incident broke his heart and was instrumental to his death – Guard your heart! – Smith Prophecy on Worldwide Revival”
When we fail to engage, we isolate ourselves from success concerning the issues that hold us in captivity or bondage. When we engage and we still don’t ask for help for fear of rejection, we remain in isolation in the midst of potential help from our relationships and communities.
A saying goes with some additions from my humble self and I quote – “Ask for HELP, not because you are WEAK but because you want to remain STRONG and don’t QUIT asking until you get what you WANT from every available SOURCES within your REACH”

In the book Acts 9: 36-42 we read the account between Peter and the Christian community in Joppa who reached out to him in midst of crises with one of the believers:

Acts 9:36-42
The Passion Translation
Peter Raises the Dead
36 Now, there was a follower of Jesus who lived in Joppa. Her Aramaic name, Tabitha, means “gazelle.”She lived her life doing kind things for others and serving the poor. 37 But then she became very ill and died. After the disciples prepared her body for burial, they laid her in an upstairs room.
38 When the believers heard that Peter was nearby in Lydda, they sent two men with an urgent message for him to come without delay. 39 So Peter went with them back to Joppa, and upon arriving they led him to the upper room.
There were many widows standing next to Peter, weeping. One after another showed him the tunics and other garments that Tabitha had made to bless others. 40 Peter made them all leave the room.[c] Then he knelt down and prayed. Turning to the dead body, he said, “Tabitha, rise up!”
At once she opened her eyes, and seeing Peter, she sat up. 41 He took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. Then he called for the believers and all the widows to come and see that she was alive!
42 The news spread all over the city of Joppa, and many believed in the Lord.

We can see from the text above that when the local community got news that Peter was in the nearby community, they called out for help. If that encounter had not taken place, Tabitha would have become history. That singular act added new believers to the community in Joppa.
Our asking for help not just blesses us but others within that community.
No wonder Jesus was so particular about unity in His body of believers: read His prayer in John 17:11;20-22
11 “Holy Father, I am about to leave this world[j]
to return and be with you,
but my disciples will remain here.
Holy Father, each one that you have given me,
keep them in your name so that they will be united
as one, even as we are one.
20 “And I ask not only for these disciples,
but also for all those who will one day
believe in me through their message.
21 I pray for them all to be joined together as one[q]
even as you and I, Father, are joined together as one.
I pray for them to become one with us[r]
so that the world will recognize that you sent me.
22 For the very glory you have given to me I have given them
so that they will be joined together as one
and experience the same unity that we enjoy.

When we are united, we don’t just benefit, they unbelieving world also benefit because they will see our love for one another, they will see the Jesus kind of love and be gravitated towards Jesus.

Today, our denomination and non denominational setting have created man made barriers between the brethren that make securing help difficult. Those walls need to come down flat for us to effectively affect our world for Christ in an impactful way. Our sectorised denomination cannot and would not have all the gifts that the entire body needs. God in His wisdom will not allow that to happen because God is a God of relationship and He desires us to be one, to engage to meet needs to equip one another for the work of ministry.

Mentorship through engagement: Young Lester Sumrall and Smith Wigglesworth:

Dr. Howard Carter, with whom I traveled for many
years and who sent people all over the world to minister, told me of Smith Wigglesworth. In my travels around the world, I heard other reports about Wigglesworth until I wanted to see him more than any other prominent minister
of the day. There was an eagerness inside of me to hear and see Smith Wigglesworth.
After I had been with Carter through Australia, the Orient and all through Europe, we returned to England for a national conference. Carter was chairman of the conference which was held in Cardiff, Wales, and he asked me to speak in the evening because I was an evangelist. He
had asked Smith Wigglesworth to speak in the afternoon because he was a teacher.
The first week I was in Great Britain, my dream came true. I was teamed up with the man I had wanted most to meet. He did some teaching that afternoon and prayed for the sick. We sat on the platform together and smiled at each
“I’ve surely heard a lot about you, Brother Wigglesworth,” I told him.
And I was very pleased when he replied, “Yeah, and
I’ve heard a lot about you. I’ve been reading your articles for two years. Man, some of those stories about casting out devils! I like that. And your trip up to Tibet and back — I’m
just glad you’re not afraid.”
So we kind of made a friendship there. Wigglesworth
heard me preach that night. Now, remember, I was still a
very young man, and not extremely experienced although I
had been preaching since I was seventeen. I preached the
best I could, and I did give a successful altar call. When I
was through and turned around on the platform, there was
Smith Wigglesworth looking at me.
He put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Son, you
need to come see me.”
In school, I had been called into the office, and I knew
what it meant to face the principal and work on a problem.
My first thought when Wigglesworth said I needed to see
him was that I was being called to the principal’s office.
I said, “Yes, sir, when can I come?”
He said, “Anytime. I live in Bradford. Here’s my
address and telephone number.”
I said, “How often can I come? Do I need to let you
know I am coming?”
He said, “You can come as often as you want to. These
days I am home, so you don’t have to let me know. Just
knock on my front door, and I will open it. I’ll always be
glad to have you.”
The next day, they had what we call “dinner on the
grounds” in the southern United States. They had long,
long tables loaded with good food. In the center was a
roasted pig, which had been basted with oil and other good
things as it was roasting.
However, they made a big mistake — they asked Smith
Wigglesworth to say grace. He walked over to that table, a
big, healthy man, raised one hand to heaven, and said, “Almighty God, if you can now bless that which you have
cursed, bless this foul pig to their bodies.”
I looked around and thought, “Dear Lord, and we have
visitors here!”
But those Welshmen tried to hide from him. They were
the ones who had brought the pig and roasted it.
I went over to him and said, “Are you having a piece of
pork today?”
He said, “I never touch the stinking stuff,” so I had an
introduction to the way he would say anything he thought
ought to be said anytime and anywhere. He had no fear of
man whatsoever.
Within a week after that conference I was on my way to
Bradford. When I showed up at Wigglesworth’s house, I
had “gone native.” I was a real Britisher with a bowler hat,
similar to the one you saw Charlie Chaplin wear in his early
movies, a black jacket, striped trousers, and a dark blue
raincoat that came just above my knees. I wore beautiful
pointed black shoes and had an umbrella under one arm
and a newspaper under the other. I carried my briefcase in
one hand.
My Personal Time With Wigglesworth
They did not have electric doorbells, but I grabbed the
knocker and hit the door with it, then stepped back three or
four steps.
When Wigglesworth opened the door, I said, “Here I
am, Brother Wigglesworth.”
He did not respond, just glared at me, and said, “Hoots
under your’m?”
That meant, in his British accent, “What is under your
I said, “I have an umbrella under this one and the morning paper under this one.”
He said, “Throw it away. You can’t come in here with it.
I don’t permit those lies into my house. Hitler and Mussolini
will soon be in hell where they belong. In my house, there’s
only truth, and that paper’s full of lies — so leave it
Hastily thrusting the paper into the bushes beside the
door, I said, “Yes, sir; yes, sir; yes, sir!”
When I came back out, someone had taken it, so I lost
my paper altogether that day.
He then looked me over and said, “Cm’n.” We went
into the living room where he had a coal fire on, and it was
very cozy. I thought I had come to talk, but he read to me a
half hour from the Bible.
Then he said, “It’s time to pray,” and he prayed for
another half hour. He laid hands on me and prayed, “God,
bless him! God, bless him!” My body was becoming weary.
I was glad when he got through!
Basically Smith Wigglesworth was a “Bible man,” who
enjoyed reading his Bible to visitors and equally enjoyed
praying long prayers over the reading. So he read to me
from the Bible for another half hour, then said, “Let’s pray
Inwardly, I said, “Lord, what did I get into here? This
man will wear anybody out.”
Your body can become weary after hours of this, but it
seemed to bring a tremendous refreshing to Wigglesworth.
Finally, he got up from his knees and began to tell beautiful
stories of how God had healed this disease and that
condition. I sat there weeping, absolutely overwhelmed.
At noon, his daughter, Alice Salter, called us to lunch.
She had prepared Yorkshire pudding, roast beef with that
delicious gravy the British put on it, and peas. We had a delightful time of fellowship.
When we got through, he put his napkin on the table
and said, “Come back again.”
Then he walked away. His daughter explained that he
had gone to get some rest.
Before I had gone a block from his house, I said to
myself, “You know, I got something there. I’m different. I
got something. I received a blessing. I received an anointing.
Something good happened to me in that place. I’ll come
back again.”
I received life in that house. Both father and daughter
had life. About ten days later, I went back. Oh, yes, I had on
my little dark-blue raincoat, and I had my umbrella and my
bowler hat — but I did not have a newspaper!
I continued to go to Wigglesworth’s house about every
ten days for two years. I continued to listen to him read the
Word and pray, and I heard personally of the mighty
miracles God had done for him around the world.
My faith began to mount up strong in the presence of
this man. We became good friends. When he had a
convention, he would ask me to speak also. We would meet
in other conferences in addition. Once a year, Wigglesworth
held a convention of his own in Preston, which is in the
northern part of England.
He invited me to speak while I was in England, along
with his son-in-law, Jimmy Salter. It was so interesting to
watch him chair a meeting. He did it just as he pleased. You
never knew from one minute to the next what was going to
He just let the Holy Spirit direct the meeting and tell
him what to do. He did at least tell me I was to speak in the
evening, so I did not have to be concerned all day long
about when I was to speak. He was very unconventional, a man of the Holy Spirit with a heart full of faith in God.
In the two years that we had fellowship, however, I
never met another visitor at his house.
Nor did I ever hear him say, “So-and-so was here
yesterday, or will be here tomorrow.”
Never once did he mention anyone visiting him. At
almost eighty, he was kind of a forgotten man, amazed that
a young man would just come and sit at the feet of an old
man. I was having the time of my life, but I think he was
too. He got lonely there by himself, just him and his
daughter. When I had to leave England, he became very
emotional. I suppose he felt another lonely period coming.
It was only after his death that people began to say, “He
was a great man,” although they had talked of what people
thought of as his eccentric ministry and of the great miracles
that occurred in his meetings. He had shaken nations
overseas more than his home country.
He had made a tremendous amount of money in his
overseas meetings, particularly on the Continent. But he
lived very thriftily, because he funneled the majority of his
offerings into missions as fast as he got it. He particularly
supported Salter’s efforts in the Congo. He never cared
about money for himself. He lived by faith.
I wanted what this man had. His bluntness intrigued
me, and his depth of sweetness was like a well of water
springing up. It was so delicious that I would come and
drink again and again and again. However, Wigglesworth
was abrupt. He did not believe in wasting words.
One day, I asked him, “Brother Wigglesworth, how is it
you look the same every time I come? How do you feel?”
He bellowed at me like a bull and said, “I don’t ever ask
Smith Wigglesworth how he feels!”
I asked, “How do you get up in the morning?” He said, “I jump out of bed! I dance before the Lord for
at least ten to twelve minutes — high-speed dancing. I
jump up and down and run around my room telling God
how great He is, how wonderful He is, how glad I am to be
associated with Him and to be His child.”
After this, he would take a cold shower, read the Bible
for an hour, pray for an hour, then open his mail to see what
God would have him do that day. He was an extremely
remarkable man, totally sold out to God.
A Prophecy of Hope in the Middle of War
In 1939, World War II broke out as Germany invaded
Poland. I had preached all over the continent, and I knew it
was coming. Everyone in Britain knew it was coming. I had
preached in three hundred and nineteen cities in the two
years before this, in Great Britain and Europe, especially in
I had even preached in Germany with Hitler’s Gestapo
men sitting in every one of the meetings, although they
were still allowing outside ministers to come in and
preach. However, I knew when I went to England in 1937
that it would not be long before full-scale war broke out
War clouds hovered over Europe and Great Britain
during most of the late thirties. Prime Minister Neville
Chamberlain made such a miserable failure at handling
Hitler, returning from a meeting with him waving a piece of
paper in his hand and proclaiming “Peace in our time!”
When, of course, everything Hitler had agreed to was a
deception and lies.
Sir Winston Churchill had been barking at
Chamberlain’s feet for months and months about his
handling of Hitler, so of course, when war broke out, Chamberlain had to resign. Churchill then became prime
Hitler’s armies moved through Poland, Belgium,
Holland, and into France. The French had thought the
Maginot Line would hold the Germans, but Hitler went
down through Holland and came around the “invincible”
line of defense. France fell in six days. I have not only lived
through spiritual upheavals caused by wave on wave of the
Holy Spirit in this century, but through all of the natural
upheavals caused by all of the wars of this century.
I cannot describe what it was like, living in such
exciting, yet such unsettling, times — particularly those
two years that I was in England. The British were very
apprehensive, even frightened, those who were not pacifists
backing Chamberlain with their heads in the sand.
Also, Churchill visited the United States frequently,
pleading with President Roosevelt to get involved. He
thought that Hitler would not dare to attack Britain if he
knew the United States would back up England — and he
may have been right. At any rate, Roosevelt did not declare
war until he had to, when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor on
December 7, 1941. So when I was there, I was among
Britons, who felt very lonely and exposed in their island
empire, not very well-prepared for war.
One morning someone knocked on my door at the Bible
school where I was staying in London, and I opened it to
find a big policeman, more than six-feet tall, standing there
with a paper in his hand.
He said, “I’m looking for Lester Sumrall.”
I answered, “I’m Lester Sumrall.”
And he handed me the paper, saying, “His Majesty has
sent this notice to you that you have ten days to leave the
country. This is now a war zone, and Hitler is getting himself in position across the (English) Channel to hit us
conveniently. As you are a visitor here, you will need to
If I had not left then, before open hostilities broke out,
there was no telling how long it would have been before I
could have left the country safely. I began to visit friends I
had made there to tell them goodbye.
I went to Smith Wigglesworth’s home to tell him
goodbye. It was a sad visit, because I knew I probably
would not see him again in this world.
He had blessed me in so many ways. He had discussed
the Word of God with me in many wonderful sessions, so
that I was always eager to get to his house. And he seemed
eager for me to come. At that time, I was in my mid-twenties,
and he was eighty in 1939. I suppose not many young men
were interested in spending time sitting at the feet of an old
man, no matter what his life had been.
I said, “Brother Wigglesworth, I am on a special mission
today. I have orders from your government to leave the coun-
try. It is nothing I have done. It is what Hitler is doing.”
Explaining that I only had so many days to leave the
country because of the expectation of an imminent Nazi
attack, I told him I planned to go back to the States and then
on to other countries to continue preaching the gospel.
I said, “The fellowship with you has been very rare.
Only a person like Howard Carter or Donald Gee has
blessed me equal to the blessing I have received from you,
and I humbly thank the Lord and thank you for giving me
so much of your time.
“I thank you for letting me hear you talk to God in
prayer and hear you read the Word of God and see how it
comes alive within you. I am grateful, but now I will have
to leave.” Wigglesworth stood up, and tears began to flow down
his face. He looked like a “Philadelphia lawyer” or a
“Boston banker,” not a hair out of place and, as always,
groomed so perfectly and beautifully.
He stood as straight as a general and said, “I want to
bless you.”
He laid his hand on me and pulled me close to him, and
I let my head go in closer to him. Tears flowed from his eyes
and ran down his face and dropped off onto my forehead
and ran down my face.
As he cried, he said, “Oh, God, let all of the faith that is
within my heart be in his heart. Let the knowledge of God
that resides in me also reside in him. Let all the gifts of the
Spirit that function in my ministry function in his life.”
I just stood there weeping, and he stood there praying
and weeping, holding me in his embrace. I felt the holy
anointing of the Most High God as it flowed from him into
As he broke the embrace, he said, “You will be blessed
and faith will reside within you, and you will do unusual
Then he stopped a moment, opened his eyes, and said,
“I wish to tell you something,” and his eyes looked as
Elijah’s must have when he saw the chariots of fire coming.
I said, “Yes?”
He exclaimed, “I see it. I see it.”
I asked, “What do you see?”
Shutting his eyes again, he said, “I see the greatest
revival in the history of mankind coming to Planet Earth,
maybe as never before. And I see the dead raised. I see
every form of disease healed. I see whole hospitals emptied
with no one there. Even the doctors are running down the
streets shouting.” He told me that there would be untold numbers of
uncountable multitudes that would be saved. No man will
say “so many, so many,” because nobody will be able to
count those who come to Jesus. No disease will be able to
stand before God’s people.
It will be a worldwide situation, not local, he said, a
worldwide thrust of God’s power and God’s anointing
upon mankind.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at me and said, “I
will not see it, but you shall see it. The Lord says that I must
go on to my reward, but that you will see the mighty works
that He will do upon the earth in the last days.”
In spite of being sad at leaving him, his words excited
me. The idea that I would get to see this revival was almost
overwhelming. And in the last decade or so, I believe we
have seen this revival begin to sweep the earth. We have
seen amazing moves of God in Africa. We have seen
enormous congregations raised up all over the world.
Recently, I was in China and met with the underground
church. I was told there are at least forty-five million Full-
Gospel Christians in China. I discovered a depth of prayer
and integrity there that I have not felt anywhere else in the
world. There is something so intense in those Chinese
Christians that you have to join in with them.
When they weep, you weep. You cannot help it. They
told me of at least a hundred people who have been raised
from the dead in recent years. They told of blind eyes
opened, people walking out of wheel chairs, and of a
mighty revival moving through China. So I believe we are
seeing Wigglesworth’s prophecy begin to be fulfilled. We
are seeing the first stages of it.
My feeling is that this revival will not last a long time,
but that it will come upon young men and women who are not well-known nor greatly appreciated. Suddenly, their
names will be everywhere because of the mighty move of
God in their ministries.
In the last couple of years, perhaps twenty-five different
pastors in twenty-five different places have said to me that
the Lord has told them this mighty worldwide revival will
begin in their locations.
I have just smiled and thought, “Well, I don’t care
where it starts, just so I get to be in on it.”
The Exciting World
of Smith Wigglesworth

When Smith Wigglesworth was born in Yorkshire,
England, and came to live and eventually minister on
Planet Earth, evangelism was largely centered in Great
Britain and was led by British ministers. Beginning with the
second quarter of the nineteenth century, Britain had begun
to take the gospel to the ends of the earth beginning with
Inland China.
There had been few missions efforts since the days of
the Early Church. Evanglization from about the fourth
century on had been to gain converts for the Roman
Catholic Church, and after the Reformation, evangelization
still continued to be mostly among believers and centered
on doctrines.
In the eighteenth century, many British ministers —
Methodists, Baptists, Presbyterians — had spread out
across the vast continent of the United States working with
the Native Americans. But no major worldwide effort of
taking the gospel to the ends of the earth (Mark 16:15-18)
had taken place until about 1830.
Then organized missionary efforts and organizations
began to be formed in Great Britain. The British Christians sent Hudson Taylor, Adoniram Judson, William Carey,
and others to Asia. David Livingston went into Africa, and
William Booth founded the Salvation Army.
Smith Wigglesworth knew these pioneers, who were
British, intimately. He knew the pioneers of Pentecostalism.
He often ministered with the Jeffreys, Donald Gee, Howard
Carter, T.B. Barratt of Norway, Stanley Frodsham, and most
of the others I have mentioned.
Of a truth, he was born in very favorable times,
surrounded by unusual men who blessed and inspired one
another. And, like many other great men, he came from a
humble beginning. Much of this has been told in detail in
Frodsham’s books and in books by others about
He was hardly known beyond his hometown of
Bradford until he was forty-eight years old when he
received the Pentecostal experience at Sunderland under
the ministry of Episcopal Vicar Alexander Boddy and his
wife. Until this time, Wigglesworth was a plumber and
assisted his wife, Polly, in a mission.
She did the preaching, and he greeted people at the
door, passed out books, and counseled at the altar.
From the time Wigglesworth was six years old, he
helped support his family, first by pulling turnips, then by
working in a factory with his brother and his father.
Because he was deprived of an education, he never learned
to read until he was an adult. In fact, his wife taught him to
read. In later years, he said that he never read anything but
the Bible.
Wigglesworth was converted at eight years of age at a
Wesleyan Methodist Church. At ten, he changed to the
Church of England and was confirmed. He was sixteen
when he went to the Salvation Army. At twenty he moved to Liverpool to work. He won hundreds to Christ, par-
ticularly the poor children who lived near the docks. He
fed them from his salary and preached Jesus to them.
At twenty-three, Wigglesworth returned to Bradford,
where he made his home for the remaining days of his life.
There, he opened his own plumbing business and met the
young lady who was to become his wife.
Wigglesworth received healing from a ruptured
appendix. As a result, he said that God gave him great faith
to pray for people suffering with appendicitis. He began his
healing ministry before he was baptized in the Spirit. He
usually concluded his sermons by praying for the sick.
Polly Wigglesworth died before her husband began to
be well-known and to preach extensively in other countries.
In his later years, he became one of the best-known
evangelists in the Pentecostal movement.
He was accused of being “rough” with people, but he
was never accused of being weak in faith.
Of course, I heard about him long before I ever met him.
In Sydney, Australia, a pastor asked me, “Have you ever
met Smith Wigglesworth?”
I said, “Not yet. I’m on my way. I’m going to find him
somewhere. I have heard of some of the miraculous things
that happen in his unique ministry.”
The pastor said, “He was here in my city recently, and
did we ever have a time! I took him to one of the fanciest
restaurants to have lunch on Sunday. When we came into
the restaurant, someone took his coat and hung it up for
him. He looked around like an eagle. Only wealthy people
ate in this restaurant. Instead of sitting down, he took a fork
and began to hit the side of his glass with it. Bing! Bing!
Bing! Bing! Everybody stopped eating.
“Here was Wigglesworth, a handsome-looking man, beating his water glass. Then he raised his hand and said,
‘Ladies and gentlemen, I have noticed since arriving here
that none of you prayed over your food. You resemble a
bunch of hogs to me. You just jump in and eat without
giving thanks to the One Who provided it for you. Bow
your heads, and I’ll pray for you.’”
The pastor told me, “I could have crawled under the
table very easily and gotten out of the way so people
wouldn’t see me. Wigglesworth raised his hands and
prayed for those people. Before we left the restaurant
however, two families came over and got saved. Then I was
ashamed of myself for not being as strong as
Wigglesworth’s ministry centered on salvation, healing,
and the baptism of the Holy Spirit. He was strong in char-
acter and created his own atmosphere wherever he went.
After receiving the baptism of the Holy Spirit, the Lord
spoke to Wigglesworth to prepare a banquet for the poor,
the lame, and the blind. He secured tickets and hired two
people to go throughout the city and find the afflicted, the
tormented, and the crippled and bring them to a supper he
would provide at the mission.
He often said the sight of those suppers was beyond
description, and that this was the happiest time of his life.
The mighty healings that took place during those times
increased Wigglesworth’s faith.
During the 1920s, he came to America on several
evangelistic tours. The first time I heard any specific details
of his ministry was in San Francisco before starting around
the world with Howard Carter.
I was preaching at the Glad Tidings Tabernacle, which
seated more than three thousand people.
People said to me, “Have you met Smith Wigglesworth?” I said, “No, not yet,” and they told me he had been there
in the same tabernacle where I was preaching. They told me
of a cancer patient brought to the healing service.
Wigglesworth went down the line, saying, “What’sup?”
British-ese for “What is wrong with you?”
When he got to this man lying on a bed wearing only a
little hospital gown that tied in the back, Wigglesworth
asked the doctor with the man, “What’sup?”
The doctor explained that his patient was dying of
Wigglesworth asked, “Where is it?” and the doctor
replied, “In his stomach.”
The evangelist promptly balled up his fist and hit the
man in the stomach so hard the man appeared to die. His
hands fell off the bed, and the doctor began to scream,
“He’s dead! He’s dead!”
He looked up at Wigglesworth and said, “You’ve killed
him! The family will sue you!”
Wigglesworth calmly looked at the doctor and said,
“E’s ‘ealed.” He talked with a Cockney accent, not
pronouncing his “h’s.”
He did not stop but kept on walking down the line
praying. About ten minutes later, the man came down the
line behind Wigglesworth on the platform. He had stood
up, moved the doctor to one side, and was walking around
in that funny little hospital gown with his backside hanging
out before more than three thousand people!
He did not have one thought for his appearance,
however. He had his hands up over his head and was
screaming, “I’m healed! I’m healed!”
Even the doctor had developed faith. He was right
behind the sick bed yelling, “He’s healed! He’s healed!”
The man caught up with Wigglesworth and said, “I have no pain. I feel wonderful inside. I have energy I have
not had for I don’t know how long,” but Wigglesworth
never even turned around to look at him.
He just said, “Well, thank God for it,” and went on
praying for people. It was no big surprise to Wigglesworth.
He already knew the man was healed.
That was the first time I had heard a detailed story of
Wigglesworth’s ministry, although I had heard about him
since I was a small boy.
After hearing this story, I thought, “Say! Someday I
want to meet him.”
Then I went to New Zealand and Australia and heard
more stories, including the incident in the restaurant, which
only increased my desire to meet this man. When I met him
I was not disappointed. He was just what I expected him to
be from all that I had heard about him from the people of
the nations I had visited, where he had conducted meetings.
Some ministers found Wigglesworth too strong in faith,
and that frightened them. Also, he was strong in rebuking
them for not having any faith. I loved him and his attitude
against sin and sickness. In fact, the stories had not been
enough to really tell me what the man was like, nor can any
book written about him do Smith Wigglesworth justice.
After such a great faith-filled life, I have always thought
that one woman’s unbelief took the heart out of him so that
he died early. It happened when Wigglesworth was asked
to speak at the funeral of a very close friend he had known
for many years.
Wigglesworth was eighty-eight by that time. As he
climbed the steps to the auditorium where the funeral was
being held, he met a young lady whom he recognized.
He said, “Hello. How are you? I prayed for your mother
once. She had cancer. Is she healed?” The woman said, “No, your prayers made her worse.”
Then she turned and walked away.
Wigglesworth went on into what was called the vestry,
the waiting area for the preachers who were to speak.
There, before a warm fire, he sat down at a little plain table
that had no cloth on it. He put his elbow up onto the table
and began to weep. The abrupt words of that young woman
regarding his faith in God and his prayers hurt him so
deeply that I believe his spirit left his body. He went home
to be with the Lord.
Someone came into the vestry in a few minutes and
said, “Mr. Wigglesworth, it’s time for you to speak now.”
He was sitting at the table with his hand still up against
his face and his elbow on the table. He had not moved one
bit. They shook him and could tell that his body already
was getting cold.
I cannot blame the young woman too much, because if
you do not have faith, we cannot blame you for it. But I
believe that, in reality, this woman’s unbelief shortened the
life of a great man. Some thought it was climbing the steep
stairs to the chapel in the cold and then coming into a very
warm room, but I think it was a sudden blow to the heart.
He might have lived several more years and healed
thousands more people had it not been for the heartbreak
caused by a little woman who told him his prayers for her
mother were ineffective.
Wigglesworth told me that I would see the last colossal
move of the Holy Spirit. I believe it is beginning to happen
now. I will move into any channel God wants me to move. I
will be anything He wants me to be. I am ready to get out of
this groove into another groove. I believe the words Smith
spoke over me the last time I saw him will come true.
“Lord Jesus Christ, I believe You died on the cross for my sins and rose again from the dead. You redeemed me by Your blood and I belong to You, and I want to live for You. I confess all my sins-known and unknown- I’m sorry for them all. I renounce them all. I forgive all others as I want You to forgive me. Forgive me now and cleanse me with Your blood. I thank You for the blood of Jesus Christ which cleanses me now from all sin. And I come to You now as my deliverer. You know my special needs-the thing that binds, that torments, that defiles; that evil spirit, that unclean spirit—I claim the promise of Your word, “Whosoever that calleth on the name of the Lord shall be delivered.” I call upon You now. In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, deliver me and set me free. Satan, I renounce you and all your works. I lose myself from you, in the name of Jesus, and I command you to leave me right now in Jesus’ name. Amen!”
Let it come from your heart and see the salvation of the Lord!
For those who are sick or unwell in whatever shape or form, or needing deliverance? Or restoration, kindly touch the dot below in faith (Faith is seeing the precise positive outcome of your current situation, knowing that Jesus has done His part more than 2000 years ago to secure your healing and deliverance, restoration as a down payment, trusting that down payment is available to you to draw from, like a positive balance in your checking account with the bank, no questions asked as we agree with you and pronounce BE HEALED in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen)
By the authority, you have granted unto me and unto them, I exercise that authority now in faith with their anger against the enemy and hunger to get what you have freely given unto them all, I curse every illness, every disease, be it cancer, COVID 19, be it spirit of infirmities, be it demonic possession or oppression, be it the spirit of poverty, setbacks, delayed fulfilment of what God has already determined and released. We come against the anomaly, I bind them, we curse them to their root and we cast them out by authority in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. We call forth a release of healing, deliverances and restoration into their lives in the mighty name of Jesus Christ. Thank you Lord for testimonies that are abiding to your glory and honour and adoration. Thank you for souls that are being added to Your kingdom as a result of this message, the miracles that we are already seeing right now and manifesting for your glory in Jesus name, Amen. It is done! Rejoice!
Touch this spot highlighted as a point of contact and confess with your mouth – I AM HEALED, I AM DELIVERED and I AM RESTORED in my Spirit, Soul, Body and all around me in the name of JESUS Christ, Amen!!!
Begin to do what you could not do before and begin to confess until full healing, deliverance restoration becomes a fruit in your life in Jesus name, amen. Stay hungry for all of God, stay angry and take back all that the enemy has held back in Jesus name, amen
Testify to the healing for God’s glory and to the shame of the enemy! Send us an email or whatsapp us if you still need us to agree with you on the issue. And connect at the equipping series starting next week Thursday. Find detail shortly on our website!
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