BEGINNINGS OF HIS HEALING MINISTRY
One morning the children were all gathered
around the breakfast table and my wife said, “Harold
and Ernest are very sick this morning. Before we have breakfast
we will pray for them.” Immediately the power of God
fell upon my wife and me, and as we laid our hands on these
children they were both instantly healed. As we saw the miraculous
healing wrought before our eyes, we were both filled with
intense joy. The Lord was always so good in proving Himself
our family Physician.
Smith praying for a sick woman
.......I was able to devote much of my time
to the sick and needy. I used to go to Leeds every week to
a place where Divine Healing was taught. But I was very critical
in my spirit and would judge people so harshly. I did not
know why so many people who taught Divine Healing wore glasses.
I questioned, “Why do you wear glasses if you believe
in Divine Healing?” This stumbled me somewhat. Later
I had to wear glasses to read my Bible, and I was often criticised
for this. However, I was very full of compassion towards the
sick and needy folk, and being, able to pay the expenses of
the needy ones, I used to collect a number of them and take
them to Leeds every Tuesday to the service. One day I had
nine with me. The leaders of the Leeds Healing Home looked
through the window and said, “Here is Wigglesworth coming
again and bringing a lot more. If he only knew, he could get
these people healed at Bradford just as easily as to get them
healed in Leeds.”
These leaders knew that I had a compassion
for the sick and needy, and one day they said to me: “We
want to go to the Keswick convention and we have been thinking
whom we should leave to do the work. We can only think of
you.” I said, “I couldn’t conduct a healing
service.” They said, “ We have no one else. We
trust you to take care of the work while we are away.”
A flash came into my mind: “Well, any number of people
can talk. All I have to do is to take charge.” The following
week when I got there the place was full of people. Of course,
the first thing I did was to look for someone who would do
the speaking; but all whom I asked said, “No, you have
been chosen and you must do it.” And so I had to begin.
I do not remember what I said but I do know that when I had
finished speaking fifteen people came out for healing. One
of these was a man from Scotland who hobbled on a pair of
crutches. I prayed for him and he was instantly healed. There
was no one so surprised as I was. He was jumping all over
the place without his crutches. This encouraged the others
to believe God for their healing and all the people were healed.
I am sure it was not my faith, but it was God in His compassion
coming to help me in that hour of need.
Smith in classic preaching pose, Bible at the ready!
After this the Lord opened the door of faith
for me more and more. I announced that I would have a Divine
Healing meeting in Bradford on a certain evening. I can remember
that there were twelve people who came that night and all
of those twelve were miraculously healed. One had a tongue
badly bitten in the centre through a fall. This one was perfectly
healed. Another was a woman with an ulcer on her ankle joint
and a large sore that was constantly discharging. She was
healed and there was only a scar the next day. The others
were healed the same way.
One day a man asked me, “Does Divine
Healing embrace seasickness? “I answered, “Yes.
It is a spirit of fear that causes your seasickness, and I
command that spirit to go out of you in Jesus’ name.”
He was never seasick again though he had to travel much.
One day a man came to the house. He was a
very devoted brother. I said to him, “Mr. Clark, you
seem downcast today. What’s up?” He answered,
“I left my wife dying. Two doctors have been with her
right through the night and they say she cannot live long.”
I said to him, “Why don’t you believe God for
your wife?” He answered, “Brother Wigglesworth,
I cannot believe for her.”
He went out of the house broken-hearted.
I went to see a fellow named Howe who was opening a small
mission in Bradford. I thought he was the right man to go
with me, to assist me. When I said, “Will you go with
me?” he answered, “No, indeed I won’t. Please
do not ask me again. But I believe if you will go, God will
heal.” I realise now that the Lord put those words in
his mouth to encourage me.
Well, I knew a man named Nichols who, if
he got the opportunity to pray, would pray all around the
world three times and then come back. So I went to him and
said, “Will you come with me to pray for Sister Clark?”
He answered, “Yes, I will be very glad.” We had
a mile and a half to walk to that house. I told him when he
began to pray not to stop until he was finished. When we got
to the house we saw that Mrs. Clark was nearly gone. I said
to the one I had brought with me, “You see the dangerous
condition of Sister Clark. Now don’t waste time but
begin to pray.” Seeing he had an opportunity, he began.
I had never suffered so much as I did when he was praying,
and I cried to the Lord, “Stop him! Please, Lord, stop
this man’s praying.” Why? Because he prayed for
the dear husband who was going to be bereaved and for the
children who were going to be motherless. He piled it on so
thick that I had to cry out, “Stop him, Lord; I cannot
stand this.” And thank God, he stopped.
Though I knew that neither Clark nor Nichols
believed in Divine Healing, I had concealed a small bottle
in my hip pocket that would hold about half a pint of oil.
I put a long cork in it so that I could open the bottle easily.
I took the bottle out of my pocket and held it behind me,
and said: “Now you pray, Mr. Clark.” Brother Clark,
being encouraged by Brother Nichols’ prayer, prayed
also that he might be sustained in his great bereavement.
I could not stand it at all, and I cried, “Lord, stop
him.” I was so earnest and so broken that they could
hear me outside the house. Thank God, he stopped.
As soon as he stopped, I pulled the cork
out of the bottle, and went over to the dying woman who was
laid out on the bed. I was a novice at this time and did not
know any better, so I poured all the contents of that bottle
of oil over Mrs. Clark’s body in the name of Jesus!
I was standing beside her at the top of the bed and looking
towards the foot, when suddenly the Lord Jesus appeared. I
had my eyes open gazing at Him. There He was at the foot of
the bed. He gave me one of those gentle smiles. I see Him
just now as I tell this story to you. I have never lost that
vision, the vision of that beautiful soft smile. After a few
moments He vanished but something happened that day that changed
my whole life. Mrs. Clark was raised up and filled with life,
and lived to bring up a number of children; she outlived her
husband many years.
Everybody has to have testings. If you believe
in Divine Healing you will surely be tested on the faith line.
God cannot bring anyone into blessing and into full co-operation
with Him except through testings and trials.
My wife and I saw that we could not go just
half-measures with God. If we believed in Divine Healing we
would have to be wholeheartedly in it; so we pledged ourselves
to God and then to each other. This consecration to trust
God seemed to bring a new order in our lives. We looked into
each other’s faces and said, “From henceforth
no medicine, no doctors, no drugs of any kind shall come into
our house.” It is very easy when in health and strength
to make pledges and utter vows, but it is being faithful when
the time of testing comes that counts. Little did we know
that shortly we were going to have such a test.
We were both very zealous for the Lord and
spent a good deal of time in open-air meetings. One Sunday
a violent pain gripped me and brought me down to earth. Two
men supported me and brought me home. The same thing had happened
before but the pain had not been so severe in previous times.
We prayed all night. The next morning I said to my wife, “It
seems to me that this is my home-call. We have been praying
all night, and nothing has happened; I am worse. It does not
seem as though anything can be done. You know our arrangement
is that when we know we have received a home-call, only then
to save each other the embarrassment of having an inquest
and the condemnation of outsiders, would we call a physician.
To protect yourself you should now call a physician. I leave
it with you to do what you think should be done.”
Poor thing, she was in a sad plight, with
all the little children around her and there seemed no hope
whatever. She broke down and left me and went to see a physician—not
for him to help me, for she did not think he could help me,
but believing that the end had come.
When the doctor came he examined me, shook
his head, and said, “There is no hope whatever. He has
had appendicitis for the past six months and the organs are
in such shape that he is beyond hope.” He turned to
my wife and said, “I have a few calls to make, Mrs.
Wigglesworth. I will come and see you again later. The only
hope is for him to have an immediate operation, but I am somewhat
afraid your husband is too weak for that.”
When he got out of the room, an elderly lady
and a young man came in. She was a great woman to pray, and
she believed that everything that was not health was of the
While she prayed, the young man laid his
hands on me and cried out, “Come out, Devil, in the
name of Jesus.”
To my surprise I felt as well as it had ever
been in my life. I was absolutely free from pain. As soon
as they had prayed for me they went downstairs, and I got
up, believing that no one had a right to remain in bed when
healed. When I got downstairs, my wife cried, “Oh!”
I said, “I am healed.” She said, “I hope
it is true.” I inquired, “Any work in?”
“Yes, there is a woman who is in a great hurry to get
some plumbing done; if we could not take care of it, she would
have to go somewhere else.” She gave me the address
and I went out to do this work. While I was working, the doctor
returned. He put his silk hat on the table, went upstairs,
got as far as the landing, when my wife shouted, “Doctor!
Doctor! Doctor!” He asked, “Are you calling me?”
“Oh, Doctor, he’s out. He has gone out to work.”
The doctor answered, “They will bring him back a corpse,
as sure as you live.” Well, the “corpse”
has been going up and down the world preaching the Gospel
these many years since that time!
I have, laid hands on people with appendicitis
in almost every part of the world and never knew of a case
not instantly healed, even when doctors were on the premises.
From Stanley Frodsham's 'Smith Wigglesworth - Apostle of Faith,'