John G. Lake - Diary of Gods Generals: Excerpts from the Miracle Ministry of John G. Lake

I found God as a boy, so for years50 of them almostI have been walking in the light of God, understanding fellowship with Him and listening to His Voice.

I want to call to your attention some of the things the Christian enjoys that others miss.

A dear man received an injury that caused his death in a motor accident not far from Beaverton. The day after this man was killed, I was visiting some friends in Beaverton and they told me of his injury. After our visit, my wife and I were driving into the city. As we were coming up one of the highways, a Voice said, Pull onto the left of the road and stop.

Dont you know that Voice, Christian heart? That Voice is so common that I never even spoke of it to my wife.

The left side is the wrong side of the road, and you are breaking the traffic law to be there. But I have listened to that Voice so many years that I have learned in most cases to obey it. Jesus said, My sheep know my voice. (John 10:27.)

(The thought I am trying to bring to you, dear friends, is the value of knowing the Lord and what communion with God means. Salvation is not just something God gives you that is going to bless you after you die; it is having the presence of the Lord now. God has promised to the Christian the guidance and direction of the Holy Spirit.)

I pulled onto the left-hand side of the road, ran the wheels of my car close into the ditch, and stopped. Immediately, I heard the grinding of a great truck coming around the curve. I had not seen it before. Instead of coming normally, it was coming down the drivers left-hand side of the road at a 45-degree angle. The truck had gone out of control and was covering the whole road!

If I had been on my side of the road, it would have sideswiped me and pushed me over the bank. A 100-foot drop down! But I was on the other side when the great thing swept past me.

The truck went 50 to 100 feet beyond me, struck a rough spot in the road, and righted itself. The driver got the truck under control and went on.

Dear friends, men in the Word of God were guided by the Voice of God. God talked to them. This is the inner thing of real Christian experience, the reason men seek by the grace of God to enter into the real heart of Godinto the real soul of Jesus Christinto the place where He lives within you where His Voice speaks in your heart.

I was sitting one day in the home of the DeValeras in Krugersdorp, South Africa, when a man arrived who had traveled all over the country. He had been following me from place to place, trying to catch up with me. He suffered a sunstroke which had affected his mind, and he also developed a large cancer.

He came into the house and proved to be a friend of the family.

In a little while a six-year-old child who had been sitting near me went across the room, climbed on the mans knees, put her hands on the cancer on his face, and prayed.

I saw the cancer wither. In half an hour, the thing had disappeared. The wound was still there, but in a few days it was healed.

After the child laid her hands on top of his head, he arose, saying, Oh! The fire that has been in my brain has gone out, and his mind was normal.

Power belongeth unto God (Ps. 62:11). The simplest soul can touch God and live in the very presence of God and in His power.

It is almost a sadness to my soul that men should be astonished and surprised at an ordinary, tangible evidence of the power of God.

A woman came into the Healing Rooms once with a tumor larger than a full-grown unborn child. Her physicians had been fooled, believing it to be a child until natures period had passed. Then they decided it must be something else.

She came to the Healing Rooms and I interviewed her. She said, Mr. Lake, I have the opinion of several physicians. They are all different, but each has said, It is possible it may be a child. But now the time has passed, and they do not know what to say.

I put my hand upon her for a moment, and I said, Madam, it is not a child; it is a tumor.

She sat down and wept. Her nurse was with her. Her soul was troubled and she did not receive healing.

She came back on another afternoon for prayer and returned the next day wearing her corsets. She said, I came down to show you that I am perfectly normal. When I retired last night at 10 oclock, there was no evidence that anything had taken place, beyond that I felt comfortable and the choking was gone. But when I awoke this morning, I was my normal size.

I asked, Did it disappear in the form of fluid?

She said, There was not an outward sign of any character.

Beloved, what happened to it?

It dematerialized. The tumor dissolved.

What is a miracle? It is the tangible evidence of the supreme control of the Spirit of God over every character and form of materiality.

Beloved, the power of such an event, such an act and sign, shows you and me that through living, positive, actual contact with the Spirit of God, all things are possible. Blessed be His name!

I was in a meeting in Los Angeles on one occasion. An old black man was conducting the services.1 He had the funniest vocabulary. But I want to tell you, there were doctors, lawyers, and professors listening to marvelous things coming from his lips.