I received a major healing. But I feel the fear of God in telling you about it. This is not my miracle. This is God’s miracle. And, in sharing it with you, you understand and feel my trepidation. Here are my points of concern:
We are ashamed to admit it when we are sick. I have long been part of the Word of Faith movement, and it works strongly in me. But in our movement, it is sometimes difficult to ever admit you are sick. I believe we must follow Christ’s model. When the twelve disciples thought Lazarus was asleep, Jesus cleared the air: “Then Jesus said to them, plainly, ‘Lazarus is dead’” (John 11:4).
Many have lost loved ones to Covid. This makes my celebration bittersweet. I am heartsick at the vast loss around the world. Most acute is my devastation at the early draconian measures when grandparents could not say goodbye to their grandchildren. Mechelle and I welcomed our first granddaughter only one year ago. The idea of not being able to see her again is an agony that takes my breath away.
Now, let me tell you what happened. I had just completed the tent crusade in Sacramento, when I prepared to leave for Batavia, New York, in anticipation of what would be our greatest leadership gathering ever.
How strange that I and everyone who attended were so supernaturally protected in all the tent crusades, to be personally sideswiped by one irresponsible action which was aimed against me when I was far away from the tent. But, since I got a miracle, there is no need for recrimination here.
“To be personally sideswiped by one irresponsible action which was aimed against me when I was far away from the tent. But, since I got a miracle, there is no need for recrimination here.”
I did not know why I was suddenly feeling weak. I knew I could not get on a plane for New York. That is when Larry Rutledge and I made the astounding decision to make the journey of 1,600 miles by automobile. I had no idea what was wrong with me, but we put everything on the line. I was supernaturally held up by the power of God. They tell me the message I gave in Batavia was effective, but I can barely remember what I preached.
The drive back to Nashville took another 12 hours. Those long hours brought home to me the true horror of my condition. Imagine what Mechelle was facing the whole time. Her worst fears were confirmed when she saw me. I was quickly bundled into the car and driven to the hospital.
Thank God for Williamson Medical Center in Franklin, Tennessee. What an excellent staff of doctors and nurses! One blood test and an X-ray revealed what appeared to be a raging case of Covid-19, as well as pneumonia in both lungs. They immediately admitted me.
But it was when I was placed in my room that something that was not of this world began to happen.
“But it was when I was placed in my room that something that was not of this world began to happen.”
Warfare prayer for me went up immediately from many, many saints. I am living proof of this verse: Philippians 1:19, “For I know that this will turn out for my deliverance through your prayer and the supply of the Spirit of Jesus Christ…”
In less than 8 hours, my temperature dropped from 101 to 98.2. Then came the oxygen miracle. Struggling to breathe, I was terrified when the question of putting me on a ventilator arose. Instead, at approximately 10:40 p.m., my oxygen level began to rise. They told me I would be on oxygen for two more days, but the very next morning my oxygen level rose to the point that the nurse said, “We are taking you off oxygen now.” All glory to God!
My condition improved so radically that I was cleared to go home just 48 hours after being settled in my room. At this moment, my lungs are clear. My taste and smell have returned. But something else is on my mind.
“This is not only my miracle. It is a sacred and fearful mandate for me to do more than ever for lost souls and to rescue America from tyranny.”
I am walking in a brokenness, feeling a weight of gratitude for God’s mercy and for the love of my friends and family who prayed. This is not only my miracle. It is a sacred and fearful mandate for me to do more than ever for lost souls and to rescue America from tyranny.
Finally, the most important thing Christ did in me, came while I was in the throes of the pain from hell that raged in my body. It was a rare opportunity for me to learn a lesson. Here are the thoughts that came out of that hell:
“When this is over, we will remember only one thing: “It won’t be the pain or the agony. It will be the fight in our spirit. Did we leave it all on the field? Did we fight with a nasty junkyard-dog-rage and fire to the very end? Did we seethe with holy zeal? Was our blood burning? Did the devil feel our total rage and defiance? Vicious victory in our soul is all that matters!! Symptoms be damned!!! Amen!”
This is an updated edition of a post originally published on Mario Murillo Ministries