Now, that same day two of them were going to a village
called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. They were talking with each other about everything that had
happened. As they talked and discussed these things with each other,
Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing him.
He asked them, “What are you discussing together as you walk along?”
They
stood still, their faces downcast. One of them, named Cleopas, asked him, “Are you the
only one visiting Jerusalem who does not know the things that have happened
there in these days?”
“What
things?” he
asked.
“About
Jesus of Nazareth,” they replied. “He was a prophet, powerful in word
and deed before God and all the people. The chief priests and our
rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him; but we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem
Israel. And what is more, it is the third day since all this took
place. In addition, some of our
women amazed us. They went to the tomb early this morning but didn’t find his body. They came and told us that they had
seen a vision of angels, who said he was alive. Then some of our companions went to the tomb and found it just
as the women had said, but they did not see Jesus.”
He said to them, “How foolish you are, and how slow to believe all that the
prophets have spoken! Did not the Messiah have to suffer these things and then enter
his glory?” And beginning with Moses and
all the Prophets, he explained to them what was said in all the Scriptures
concerning himself.
As they approached the village to which they were going,
Jesus continued on as if he were going farther. But they urged him
strongly, “Stay with us, for it is nearly evening; the day is almost over.” So
he went in to stay with them.
When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave
thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. Then their eyes were
opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight. They asked each other “Were not our hearts burning within us while
he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?”
I had a second
scan on April the 5th. The results presented to me on April 8th were of a mixed bag, some things improved. Some findings remained the same.
Several other things were presented as worse than before. Fight on! Every day I
fight!
Each morning as I wake I thank God for
giving me another day and ask Him to watch over and bless all that I do that
day. On the morning of April 11th as I tried to regain consciousness from a fitful
night of sleep and as I was ending my morning prayer I heard, I felt the Holy
Spirit say to me, “Dan your cancer is gone. You are healed.” I had heard this voice before so I knew who it
was. Like Samuel, who ministered for the Lord under Eli, I lay back down and
said, “Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.” Again I received the same
message, “Dan your cancer is gone. You are healed.” I believed.
So Dan you are saying God speaks to you?
Come on now, who do you think you are fooling?
I have come to know that there are two
ways to test if the voice I hear is God’s. The first is explained in the
opening scripture of this blog. When I hear the voice of God my heart burns
within my chest. The second is explained in Samuel Chapter 3 where young Samuel
is awakened by God’s voice calling him. Samuel hears the voice thrice and each
time he puts it out of his mind when he goes to Eli to see what he wants. Eli
realizes what is happening and he instructs Samuel how to respond because Eli
realizes it is God calling. When I hear God’s voice I am unable to push it away
until I answer. If I try to move on from the voice and can’t I know the voice
is God’s.
The message He gave me that morning was
daunting. I had just received, on April 9th, the mixed result of a scan that was the direct
opposite of what God just told me. God was asking me to believe Him. I needed
to put aside what modern medicine was telling me and believe what God said. So,
I did. The positive attitude I had towards my cancer became even more so
because I knew now that I was healed.
The next scan I had in July proved that
God’s word was truth. The expression on my doctor’s face as he tried to explain
my situation was priceless. I had insider information and even though I was
elated with the scan’s results I was not surprised nor did I have to search for
an answer as to why. My nurses were ecstatic, I was humbled.
This healing, these circumstances are not
solely because I prayed or because I am deserving or I am righteous or any of
that. I believe healings like this happen because people pray. I have had so
many people far and wide praying for me my knees weaken when I consider the
enormity of that fact. I know of prayer warriors that have prayed novenas for
my healing. One good friend visited the Holy city of Jerusalem and while there
prayed for me at the Temple’s Western Wall, whereas custom dictates, he slipped
my name on a piece of paper between the walls cracks. I find all this to be
overwhelming at times. Others remember each time I go for a therapy treatment
with a card of encouragement. Text messages and phone calls of support are
priceless. I am very grateful for these sacrifices and consider them worth more
than silver or gold. Thank you!
My prayer is that all who share in this
blog will also feel the burning of your heart by the voice of God no matter
what your situation may be.
Every day, I fight!
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