One woman's miracle cure for stomach cancer
Once, while others spent siesta (daytime rest), I had a lunch break in the cattle shed, protected from the sun. A 50-year-old white-haired woman in a pink trouser dress came in there. I realized she was a tourist and I first asked in English where she came from(?) When she said she was from Finland we started to speak Finnish.
First I told her why I had come to kibbutz to work. The reason was that I wanted to show the Israelis a Christian love by working hard against just a little pocket money and a modest upkeep. Then I asked why did the woman I call Aino come to Israel? She had an incredible story to tell!
She said she had been very ill about 6 months earlier and in hospital research had found that she had cancer of the intestine that had spread to such an extent that it could no longer be removed by surgery. She was told she should go home and prepare for death. Aino said she was in shock. Should she, under 50, die already?
She decided to do everything, that she could to be healed. She used a variety of drugs and medicines, but without help. Although she visited at variety of spiritual healers, she did not receive any help. She eventually seized the opportunity after hearing that a Filipino Miracle Cure movie would be screened at Helsinki Cinema in Bristol. She bought the tickets to the front, in the middle of the 3rd row.
When she looked at the film, she was horrified at the way, how those miracle-healers operated the patient's stomach opened without the protective gloves and cut down a large part of the intestine off! She thought that could not be right way and began to vomit.
She couldn't leave her place in the row because of crowd, but could quickly open the handbag, took the plastic bag in front of her mouth and vomited the bag in half full. Then she heard strong shout from above!
The shout echoed from above and from wall to wall. She heard the following words, "Only God can heal!" Aino felt a deep peace when she heard the shout, and thought that apparently God existed and that only He can heal her. When she returned to her home, she was well asleep and she was feeling better day after day. Finally, after about a week, she felt completely healed!
She went to hospital for health examinations again and based on several studies, doctors found, she was completely healed. There was no a sign of cancer! Then she decided to go to the nearest Christian Church to ask how to be saved.
For when God healed her from cancer, she thought that heaven and hell must surely exist. The priest lead her to know Lord Jesus as the atoner of sins and the eternal life giver.
Then, a few months later, she made a pilgrimage to Israel on her 50th anniversary, through tour operator Toiviomatkat Ltd, to give a heartfelt thanks to the Holy One of Israel, who healed her even before she believed in Yehowah! It was the most wonderful and supernatural healing I ever heard in Israel!
I've learned that Yehowah is able to heal all people he want, and without intermediaries, and people. He can even heal the Gentiles and atheist if he wants!
HalleluYah!
The next miracle happened in kibbutz. One morning I was awakened an hour earlier than normal and heard a quiet voice, "Leif, go to work today an hour earlier." However, I was so tired that I could not get up right away. That's why I went only 30 minutes earlier than usual to work. I soon discovered that my co-workers were ill and I had to work alone for two other people.
I was already a routine cattle breeder, so I had time to work my daily routine when I bit bluffed over in the distribution of feed. I let some of the residual feed be in the troughs and I drove by feed wagon the new one on it. At noon, I was still an hour late on schedule, but after lunch, I was in time.
I learned that it's worthwhile to be obedient if you get such a prior notice of work. If I had gone to work right away,it wouldn't have been necessary to labour so quickly, and to bluff at all.
One morning, a Finnish kibbutznik said that today is the time to go for a 3-day holiday trip to Tiberias. None of the Israelis told me anything about it. The Finnish woman said that if I immediately go to Maale HaHamisha Road, then the kibbutz car'll pass me, and by thumb a ride I'll get in the car. They'll pick up a few women from Maale. I did so and got on a vacation on that car. It was fun and refreshing after a hard working season!
The only German volunteer, Walter, was a farm worker. He taught me to drive a big American bucket tractor, a National 5000. It was a power pack with 2 gears backwards and 4 forward. I drove it at 80 kph (50 mph) along a dirt road. It had huge big rear wheels and the seat was on high. I learned to drive a tractor and the feed wagon behind it. That was used to drive the feed to the cattle's feeding into at troughs.
I mixed feed with the Israelis, one of them was Amnon. A lot of cotton was added to the feed to make the livestock's gut work well. Just eating only hay would have blocked their stomachs good function and of digestion. I told Amnon about King Jesus. He just smiled. Once I got a quick fever due to the local bacterial strain just when the workday ended.
Only with difficulty and hard effort I walked to my apartment where I almost fainted and fell on my bed. My thoughts stopped and the heart rate was very fast. I thought my end was at hand. That's when I heard through the cottage's wall that Mirva and Arja tuned their guitars and starting to sing my favorit song, through which I also later was healed, when I was in a very high fever at Puistola in Helsinki in 1979.
Mirva and Arja began to sing the old song "The path begins the Herb Garden and leads to Calvary ...". As I listened to it, I felt the Spirit of mighty love flowing into me, and I was healed quickly in its embrace. They didn't know I was seriously ill, but Adonai Yeshua knew. Because of that he influenced that the sisters started to sing the song to me just in right time in the power of the Holy Spirit.
Another Israeli younger than Amnon, whom I told about the Good Shepherd, behaved strangely. He said, "What if Jesus hit you in the face. What would you do then?" I replied that my Jesus would never hit me in the face. When I was alone with that young man once, he said he had to leave for a while. We were throwing large hay bales, weighing nearly 30 kg, from the bale shield onto the tractor pallet.
When the teenager hadn't returned there about in hour, I decided to throw the bales alone onto the tractor pallet without any middlemen. Then I had to work very hard. When I worked, my right leg slipped over dry heap so that the hip joint twisted, and I couldn't even walk on my right foot! I felt severe pain. After more than an hour my friend came there and I told him about the incident and said I could no longer work. I had then to go to my apartment.
He mocked at me for stupidity. I had to jump by help of left foot with severe pain to the cottage. My roommate brought me some food during my sick leave. I told the incident to the kibbutz supervisor. I had to be in bed for a few days and go to the doctor for examination.
It was enough for the doctor, when I said that my right hip tendon had warped so badly that I could not do any hard work so far. No medications were prescribed and no studies were performed. He assigned me to other, lighter jobs.
So I did a lot of different work in the laundry room, in the kibbutz dining room, at a five star hotel on a high mountain. There, I helped a French Jewish friendly restaurant, a man named Arie, arrange a buffet and serve coffee to tourists.
As I write before, I had not been told the truth in Finland that I could not spend every Saturday-Sabbath, which was my condition to work on and travel to kibbutz. I had been allowed to work for 7 consecutive weeks so that I had the Sabbath free by lottery.
One Sabbath morning it turned out that a worker was ill and the boss decided to put me to work on the Sabbath, without throwing a lottery. I replied that I had already been promised in Finland that I did not have to work on the Sabbaths. A great disagreement arose for it and I was invited to speak with the kibbutz leaders team.
Adonai woke me up an hour earlier than normal
I was already a routine cattle breeder, so I had time to work my daily routine when I bit bluffed over in the distribution of feed. I let some of the residual feed be in the troughs and I drove by feed wagon the new one on it. At noon, I was still an hour late on schedule, but after lunch, I was in time.
I learned that it's worthwhile to be obedient if you get such a prior notice of work. If I had gone to work right away,it wouldn't have been necessary to labour so quickly, and to bluff at all.
One morning, a Finnish kibbutznik said that today is the time to go for a 3-day holiday trip to Tiberias. None of the Israelis told me anything about it. The Finnish woman said that if I immediately go to Maale HaHamisha Road, then the kibbutz car'll pass me, and by thumb a ride I'll get in the car. They'll pick up a few women from Maale. I did so and got on a vacation on that car. It was fun and refreshing after a hard working season!
The only German volunteer, Walter, was a farm worker. He taught me to drive a big American bucket tractor, a National 5000. It was a power pack with 2 gears backwards and 4 forward. I drove it at 80 kph (50 mph) along a dirt road. It had huge big rear wheels and the seat was on high. I learned to drive a tractor and the feed wagon behind it. That was used to drive the feed to the cattle's feeding into at troughs.
I mixed feed with the Israelis, one of them was Amnon. A lot of cotton was added to the feed to make the livestock's gut work well. Just eating only hay would have blocked their stomachs good function and of digestion. I told Amnon about King Jesus. He just smiled. Once I got a quick fever due to the local bacterial strain just when the workday ended.
Only with difficulty and hard effort I walked to my apartment where I almost fainted and fell on my bed. My thoughts stopped and the heart rate was very fast. I thought my end was at hand. That's when I heard through the cottage's wall that Mirva and Arja tuned their guitars and starting to sing my favorit song, through which I also later was healed, when I was in a very high fever at Puistola in Helsinki in 1979.
Mirva and Arja began to sing the old song "The path begins the Herb Garden and leads to Calvary ...". As I listened to it, I felt the Spirit of mighty love flowing into me, and I was healed quickly in its embrace. They didn't know I was seriously ill, but Adonai Yeshua knew. Because of that he influenced that the sisters started to sing the song to me just in right time in the power of the Holy Spirit.
A conversation with a young man
Another Israeli younger than Amnon, whom I told about the Good Shepherd, behaved strangely. He said, "What if Jesus hit you in the face. What would you do then?" I replied that my Jesus would never hit me in the face. When I was alone with that young man once, he said he had to leave for a while. We were throwing large hay bales, weighing nearly 30 kg, from the bale shield onto the tractor pallet.
When the teenager hadn't returned there about in hour, I decided to throw the bales alone onto the tractor pallet without any middlemen. Then I had to work very hard. When I worked, my right leg slipped over dry heap so that the hip joint twisted, and I couldn't even walk on my right foot! I felt severe pain. After more than an hour my friend came there and I told him about the incident and said I could no longer work. I had then to go to my apartment.
He mocked at me for stupidity. I had to jump by help of left foot with severe pain to the cottage. My roommate brought me some food during my sick leave. I told the incident to the kibbutz supervisor. I had to be in bed for a few days and go to the doctor for examination.
It was enough for the doctor, when I said that my right hip tendon had warped so badly that I could not do any hard work so far. No medications were prescribed and no studies were performed. He assigned me to other, lighter jobs.
So I did a lot of different work in the laundry room, in the kibbutz dining room, at a five star hotel on a high mountain. There, I helped a French Jewish friendly restaurant, a man named Arie, arrange a buffet and serve coffee to tourists.
As I write before, I had not been told the truth in Finland that I could not spend every Saturday-Sabbath, which was my condition to work on and travel to kibbutz. I had been allowed to work for 7 consecutive weeks so that I had the Sabbath free by lottery.
One Sabbath morning it turned out that a worker was ill and the boss decided to put me to work on the Sabbath, without throwing a lottery. I replied that I had already been promised in Finland that I did not have to work on the Sabbaths. A great disagreement arose for it and I was invited to speak with the kibbutz leaders team.
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