BUFF SCOTT, JR.
He Who Hears And Answers
When Israel’s King Hezekiah became sick and was at the point of death, the prophet Isaiah came to him and said, “Set your house in order, for you shall die. You will not recover” [2 Kings 20:1]
Hezekiah was twenty-four years old when he began to reign, and he reigned twenty-nine years in Jerusalem. This King fully trusted in the God of Israel. His relationship with Him was on such a high level it is said of him... “There was none like him among all the kings of Judah after him, nor among those who were before him. For he held fast to the Lord. He did not depart from following Him...the Lord was with him and wherever he went out, he prospered.”
When the prophet Isaiah informed King Hezekiah of his impending death, the king “turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord, saying, ‘Now, O Lord, please remember how I have walked before you in faithfulness and with a whole heart, and have done what is good in your sight. And Hezekiah wept bitterly.’ ”
The charming—captivating—part of this story reveals itself when Isaiah, still on the premises, was instructed by the Lord, “Turn back, and say to Hezekiah, the leader of my people, ‘Thus says the Lord, the God of David your father, I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears. Behold, I will heal you. On the third day you shall go up to the house of the Lord, and I will add fifteen years to your life.’ ”
What a glorious response to a man’s prayer!
Let me unveil another picture that has already been painted about prayer and devoutness. It happened a few days after Jesus was born. His parents took Him to Jerusalem “to present Him to the Lord” in the temple [Luke 2:22]
There was a man whose name was Simeon. “It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not see death until he had seen the Lord’s Christ.”
He entered the temple, took the child Jesus up in his arms and blessed God and said, “Lord, now you are letting your servant depart in peace, according to your word—for my eyes have seen your salvation...”
Here was a righteous and faithful man who had been praying for the consolation of Israel. The Lord had promised him a continuation of life until his eyes had seen the Lord’s salvation. For many years he had devoted himself to prayer. His prayers were answered during the latter days of his life. It was only then that he asked for a departure from this life and a transfer to heaven’s glory.
This last story relevant to the jewels of prayer relates to me. In pouring out my heart to you on the matter at hand, I want you to understand that I’m not a religious nut or TV sensationalist who plays upon the emotions of the gullible. What I’m going to share with you is absolute truth. All of it. If what I’m about to tell you draws you closer to the One who cares about each of us, my efforts will not have been wasted.
I must have been six or seven years of age and sleeping on the floor in front of the fireplace on a cold wintry night when I was crushed by my first grand mal
Mom and Dad had no idea what the term meant when the doctor informed them of what I had. Mountain folks in the Appalachian
culture of Eastern Kentucky refer to them as “fits.” They always came at night, while I slept. For some unknown reason, I never had one during daylight hours.
Epileptics usually experience an “aura”—a warning signal
—just prior to the approaching convulsion. When the “fits” arrived, I was thrown into a hell’s torment. Yes, it was just that—a hell’s torment
The frequency of the seizures varied, perhaps one per week to about six per month. The duration of each seizure was 3-4 minutes, which felt like a lifetime. Following each convulsion, I was helpless for an hour or longer. All of my energy was sapped during each episode. Then the unforgettable encounter.
One evening, at about eleven or twelve years of age, after having gone to bed, I felt a seizure approaching. I immediately began praying aloud and very fervently. I do not recall of ever praying as fervently as I did that night. I had accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior a few months earlier. I begged the Lord to “take away the fits and I will serve you all of my life.” This was my covenant with the Lord. Now note what happened.
I began trembling uncontrollably, and without the usual symptoms of an impending “fit.” It was entirely different. I continued to pour out my heart to God, speaking words and uttering a vocabulary that only a Kentucky hillbilly youngster would use. I don’t recall how long I prayed, but finally the trembling ceased and I settled down for a restful sleep, confident that my God had heard the cry and felt the heartstrings of one of His little ones.
You might be wondering what happened during that strange excursion. Let me put it like this, The evil power that plagued me was making his exit!
That was many years ago. Since that unforgettable night, I have not had the slightest symptom of a convulsion! Was I supernaturally and instantaneously healed by the Lord Himself? Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!
You see, we seem to want to restrict the Lord’s ability to heal supernaturally and instantaneously. He healed me! I’m a living witness
Now before you conclude I have gone off the deep end, let me explain that the only “faith healer” present during this heavenly encounter was the Lord Himself. I strongly question most of the so-called “healings” that allegedly take place in various circles of the Christian community today.
I have no confidence in those fly-by-night “faith healers” whose only god is the greenback. But I do not
question Jesus’ ability to heal—yes, even today
. I’m living proof. If God decides to intervene, supernaturally and instantaneously, in someone’s life today, as He did mine, we should accept it and praise His Holy Name.
Praying passionately is the believer's strongest weapon against evil powers.