And The Fever Left Her

And when Jesus was come into Peter’s house, he saw his wife’s mother laid, and sick of a fever. And he touched her hand, and the fever left her: and she arose, and ministered unto them.  Matthew 8:14-15

feverMy friend John was scheduled to come and speak to our group meeting on Wednesday evening.  However, about two hours before the meeting he sent me an email that he apologized but could not come because he had an over 100 degree fever and a severe case of strep throat.  I immediately called him up and offered to pray for him to knock this thing out.  I got his voicemail and left the following message “Hey John, got your message and wanted to offer to pray. You’re obviously under attack and I wanted to see if I could help you out.  Let me know.  Bye.”  

He called me back almost immediately and graciously accepted.  We started with the strep throat.  I told him to put his hand on his throat as I prayed.  First time…nothing.  We prayed again.  “It feels a little better.” he said.  “Good!” I replied, “If we can move it an inch then we can move it all the way.”  We prayed once more and then he started sharing a story with me.  As he was speaking I noticed that his voice was steadily improving.

When he finished his story, I told him “Hey John, your voice sounds a whole lot better from when we first got on the phone.”  “Yes.” he said, “It feels a lot better, too.”  “Great!  Praise Jesus!  Let’s knock out this fever next.” I suggested, “Now put your hand on your forehead.”

I commanded the spirit of fever and infirmity to leave him and told him to check it out.  He took his temperature and it showed 99.1 degrees.  “That’s down from when I checked it this morning.  It was 101 degrees.” he said.  “Well, let’s get it down to where it belongs.” I offered.  So we prayed again and he took his temperature again but this time it had gone up to 99.6.  It had risen by 0.5 degrees.  That was not allowed.

So we prayed again…same result.  Again…same result.  And again…same result.

“John, do you want to try something different?” I asked.  “Sure.” He said.  “OK.  Do this.  Hover your hand in front of your forehead.  I am going to hover my hand over the phone here (I had my cellphone on speaker).  Since there is no distance in the spirit, tell me if you feel..”  I had not even finished my sentence yet when he said “I feel it tingling already.”  I said “Well that’s a good thing because I just said the wrong thing.  I should have said “when”you feel something and not “if” but I guess the Spirit was already ahead of me.”

In the meantime I had looked up the above verse and read it to John while I started praying.  “It says here that He touched her hand, and the fever left her.  And since there is no distance in the spirit, and my hand is Jesus’ hand, He is touching you right now and the fever must go in Jesus name.”

“My head is getting warm.” John said.  “More Holy Spirit, more.  Thank you, Jesus.” I prayed.  After a few minutes. John said “The fever broke!  I know it because I am sweating.  Let me take my temperature although I don’t need to because I know that it broke.”

It was 98.1.  He said normal for him was 98.3 so I said “We better stop now before it goes any lower!”

John said he felt good.   Jesus touched him and the strep throat as well as the fever had left him.

Praise Jesus!

Franciscus M. Dartee

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