At 10.00pm on 24 January 2011, I was riding my bike to have supper when I met with an accident. The road had no street lights and it was quite dark. As I had to make a right turn, I first looked behind me. When I looked forward again, I saw the road divider right in front of me and smashed straight into it. Even though I was not travelling very fast, I flew off the bike and over the divider. I landed heavily on my right shoulder and was immediately in great pain.
All I could do was cry out, "Yeshua, help me!" very loudly several times. I struggled to remove my helmet with my left hand. My right hand could not move. I was on my painful knees and still shouting, "Yeshua, help me!" when several bikers and motorists came to my aid. They helped me to sit by the side of the road and I heard one of them calling the police. All I could do was clutch my right elbow to my side and speak in tongues in my heart. I felt that I was on the verge of blacking out. All the time, I kept calling on Yeshua to help me. I praise the Lord that I did not blackout, but the pain was excruciating. I was breathing very heavily and my throat was very dry. A Malay motorist gave me a bottle of water to drink and I felt better.
When the police arrived, they called for an ambulance. I kept telling the policeman not to do so but to send me to the church in Semarak instead. He refused to listen, saying that it was not in their regulations to send me to a church. He had to follow procedure. So I waited. Eventually, the ambulance came and I was taken to the Seremban General Hospital. I was really in agony. I felt every bump in the road. Pain shot right through my body and I could only groan with every jerk.
In the hospital emergency room, I waited for a long time before the attendant finally came to check on me and clean my wounds. It felt like he was using steel wool to clean me up. He put a blood pressure apparatus and a pulse clip on my finger. I felt a cold sensation on my left arm as he rubbed alcohol on my skin. I asked him if he was giving me an injection and he replied that he wanted to take my blood and give me a tetanus injection.
I told him to stop. I said that as a Christian, I would not allow that. He said, "Uncle, you must be warded for observation. Then the doctor will operate on you." I repeated that I would not allow any taking of my blood nor take any injection. Suddenly, he just walked away. I was left alone on the bed for a very long time. Doctors and nurses were walking all around me. I kept asking for some water as my throat was very dry due to breathing heavily through my mouth. Everyone ignored me.
Finally, an attendant came to tell me I needed to be X-rayed and wheeled me to the X-ray room. I reckoned that there was nothing wrong with being X-rayed and did not object. When that was over, a doctor came to inform me that I had four broken bones: two ribs, my right shoulder blade and the humerus bone at the top part of my right arm. I was to be warded for observation. I told her that I neither wanted to be warded nor have an operation; I wanted to be discharged. She insisted that it was for my good and that my bones may not heal properly otherwise. I told her that Yeshua would heal me, and she gave me a very strange look.
By this time, Brother James Cheah and Jeremy Thomas from our church in Nilai had arrived. Pastor Jean had sms-ed Brother James to tell me to reject all negative reports and to put my trust in God, not in man. I needed to make my own decision whether I would stay in the hospital or go to the church instead.
The doctor again said that I needed to be warded but again I said "no". I stood firm. The doctor consulted with the hospital authorities but finally came back to say that I had to sign some documents before I could be discharged. When the documents came, I just signed them without reading them first (who reads when the pain is excruciating?). As I got down from the bed and onto the wheelchair to the car, all I could do was groan.
Jeremy drove us to Semarak Revival Centre in Nilai. It was pure agony getting out of the car and walking with help to the door of the church. Pastor Jean came to lay hands on me and pray. She commanded the spirit of death to leave me and asked that every hospital bandage be removed from me. Nothing of Aesclepius, the counterfeit healer*, was to be brought into the church.
I had communion served to me and received more prayer. Then Pastor Jean anointed me with oil and told me to climb the stairs up to Sanctuary 2 on the upper floor of the church. She reminded me about a song I had introduced to the church many years ago, "I've got the Victor living in me".With prayer, help and encouragement, I managed to climb up what seemed like such a long staircase.
That night, I sat on the easy chair, dozing off occasionally. I was still in my dirty clothes and blood still oozed from my wounds, but what made it all bearable was the presence of God in the sanctuary. The youths on the night watch* sang Bible verses set to music, and this ministered to me. During the weeks I stayed in the sanctuary, I spent a lot of time just listening to the people on the watch sing the Bible in their worship. I also listened to recorded readings of the Bible.
I paced up and down the sanctuary, praying (mostly in tongues) and just praising God for His goodness and thanking Him for healing me. I kept proclaiming, "My bones are not broken. They are formed by God." I would also say, "Listen, satan, in Isaiah 53:5, God tells me that by Yeshua's stripes, I am healed, so there is nothing you can do about it." I kept doing this in the daytime and whenever I woke up in the night. I wanted my spirit man to hear me say the words because the spoken word, especially confessing the truth of God's word, is powerful.
The accident had occurred on Monday night. On Wednesday night, I was still in great pain internally and externally as I walked and climbed the few steps to Sanctuary 1 next door for the mid-week prayer meeting. Praise the Lord, as Pastor Jean prayed for me after the meeting, the internal pain lifted off me (approximately 50%) and I could begin to walk without any help. If I had not personally experienced this, I would have been very skeptical if I heard such a testimony. A personal experience of God's healing power beats everything.
The next day, I sms-ed Pastor Jean for the Bible references pertaining to bones because she had said to me several times that my bones were not broken. In the physical, I was in pain whenever I moved. Also, the doctor had said that the X-ray showed I had four broken bones, but Pastor Jean encouraged me to nullify and cut off what the doctor said. I was to put my trust in God and in His word, not in man and what man says.
My sister had contacted a Christian sister to visit me later that evening. This Christian sister asked me, "Have you been to all the doctors yet?"
Thus, on a Tuesday when Pastor Jean invited me and several others for dinner, I walked across three shoplots, from Sanctuary 2 to the Parsonage. I had to feed and help myself to the food. From this, I learned not to give in to disability but to try and do whatever you think you cannot do.
The Bible references Pastor Jean sent me included:
But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed. (Is 53:5) He keepeth all his bones: not one of them is broken. (Psalm 34:20)
For we are members of His body, of His flesh, and of His bones. (Eph 5:30)
For these things were done that the Scripture should be fulfilled, "Not one of His bones shall be broken." (John 19:36, NKJV)
Although these verses are specific references to Yeshua, I claimed them for myself as a son of God. The verse I especially liked and that kept my spirit up was:
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. (Prov 17:22)
Another experience I had of God's healing power occurred during the "Cleansing the Temple" seminar in February 2011 when Pastor Jean shared my testimony with the participants. I had entered the main sanctuary with such tension in my shoulder and neck muscles that I could not fully lift up my head. Most of the time my head slanted downwards, forcing me to look at the floor. But as Pastor Jean spoke about me, I looked up. It gradually dawned on me that the tension had left me. I could keep my head up easily. Praise the Lord. It was the power of the spoken word.
At the same time, another healing was taking place. Sister Patience Ng later testified that as my testimony was being told, a pain that she had had for seven years in her leg left her.
Yet another miracle of healing was the rapid healing of the large patches of external wounds on my shoulder, arms and knees without use of any pharmaceutical product. I only used salt water to wash the wounds clean and applied anointing oil as a balm. The wounds dried up and healed quickly. Of course, it was with a lot of prayer.
(In a previous accident, one fingernail on my left hand had been ripped off and another left dangling. As I had not as yet heard of divine healing, I sought medical treatment. It took two months or more for my wounds to heal. Comparing the two incidents, I would say that I healed faster following God's way.)
During the first week, I could not even slip my fingers under my right armpit to wash it; so excruciating was the pain. But by the fourth week, I could lift my elbow away from my side and move my arm forwards and backwards. Every day I claimed my healing and listened to the "The Word of God in Song" CD even when I slept.
From this experience, I learned that divine healing is not a myth but a fact, just as God had said in His word:
And said, If thou wilt diligently hearken to the voice of the LORD thy God, and wilt do that which is right in His sight, and wilt give ear to His commandments, and keep all His statutes, I will put none of these diseases upon thee, which I have brought upon the Egyptians: for I am the LORD that healeth thee. (Ex 15:26)
Who forgives all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases. (Psalm 103:3, NKJV)
I believe that I could make the decision to go divine (i.e., trust in Yeshua only for healing) because of the many years of listening to the word of God as Pastor Jean preached and expounded it from the pulpit. This had built into my spirit what my response would be at the crucial moment. Listening to the word of God and reading it had strengthened me. I had already determined in my spirit to go divine.
My decision arose out of immediate faith in God as my Healer because He had said so in His word. The thought, "Will Pastor Jean be disappointed if I take medicine?" did not occur to me. My decision had been embedded into my spirit based on God's word.
At the point of decision, even through all the pain, I could say no to doctors and painkillers. Pain is one of the weapons that the devil uses to distract you from the word of God. Fear and well-meaning family and friends are others. Every time I attended a service at Semarak Revival Centre, I built up layers of spiritual protection, like an armour.
See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, Redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Wherefore be ye not unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is. And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit; Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord; Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ (Yeshua Messiah). (Eph 5:15-20)
Some of the Bible verses that sustained me during my healing process were:
The LORD of hosts is with us. (Psalm 46:7a)
Be still, and know that I am God. (Psalm 46:10a)
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The LORD God is my strength. (Hab 3:18-19a)
The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)
In this will I be confident. (Psalm 27:3b)
He gives power to the weak, And to those who have no might He increases strength. (Is 40:29, NKJV)
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. (Is 40:31)
Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power. (Rev 4:11a)
And in Thine hand it is to make great, and to give strength unto all. (1 Chron 29:12b)
In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and He heard me. (Psalm 120:1)
Every time I felt pain, I would immediately cry out to the Lord to find relief.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth. (Psalm 121:1-2)
There were other Scriptures but these words seemed to be highlighted to me as I listened to the singing of God's word.
I listened to Psalm 120 and Psalm 121 for many nights as I slept with my computer left on. Now, I use a powerful speaker with a thumbdrive loaded with albums of God's word set to music, leaving it on for the whole night.
In the seventh week after the accident, I could already raise my right hand halfway up to shoulder-level. All my external wounds were healed. I was able to drive, although a bit slowly. By the twelfth week, I could touch the top of my head and started riding my bike around Nilai again. All glory to God for His faithfulness in healing me.
My thanks to Pastor Jean for establishing a wonderful church, Semarak Revival Centre. It was a place of sanctuary where I could be in the presence of the Lord. My thanks to brother James Cheah who attended to my physical needs and to all the brothers and sisters who prayed for my recovery.
During the 9 March 2011 Wednesday night prayer meeting, I was listening to Brother Yap Wei Hong testify how God protected him in his accident (his car was a total write-off). I reflected on my accident and realised how much the Lord had protected me. From the angle of the wound on my shoulder, I should have twisted or broken my neck. Praise the Lord, He is good.
God bless all who read this testimony and may you be strong in the Lord Yeshua. Amen.