Jerry, Cripples DO Walk!adapted from Chapter One of the book, God is GOD and We Are Not!
The doctors warned my family that CMT, a disease that causes progressive muscle atrophy, was inherited and that two of Daddy’s four kids would get it. The prognosis was grim at best.
I had sponsored MDA “Love Runs” for years through my athletic stores and appeared on the Jerry Lewis Telethons, raising money for the Muscular Dystrophy Association to find a cure. With no hope in sight, I was desperate.
“Someone HAS to know more,” I told my doctor. “Where are the answers?” It wasn’t okay with me to be crippled at only 35 years old. I had a life to live and my body needed to “line up.”
My last resort was to go to the MDA Research Center at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center in New York City. Two weeks later, the doctor there confirmed the diagnosis I had dreaded.
While the doctor was speaking, suddenly, JESUS APPEARED! I had no idea He made “house calls.” I wanted to ask the doctor, “Do you have a clue Who’s here?” There was nothing in my data bank to prepare me for such a visitation.
Jesus looked down at me and said, “Barbara! When are you just going to trust Me?”
Jesus makes “House Calls!”
(Acts 2:17-21, 10:3-17 and 16:9-10)
But I had seen the Lord! His words were clear and I knew by the spirit that God would heal me, so I spoke that declaration by faith.
The doctor looked at me and laughed. I checked out of the hotel, headed back to Arkansas, and told my doctors there the same thing: “God’s going to heal me! No more tests.” They laughed too.
Visions Still Happen!
One day, weeks after my declaration to the doctors in Arkansas, the Lord said, “Start walking!”
“God, this is killing me!” I replied.
He said, “You’re dying anyway; just do what I said.”
I believe we all have crippled places in our lives that God wants to heal; some are just more obvious than others.
There are NO LIMITS to what God Can Do!
I called Jerry Lewis to tell him I wouldn’t be on the telethon again, because, “By Jesus’ wounds, I’m healed.”
(Read Isaiah 53:5 and I Peter 2:24)
God’s kids go FREE!
Before the Lord miraculously healed me, I couldn’t go beyond where my withering muscles would take me and what little hope remained. Suddenly, I had to reevaluate everything about my life. I had come face to face with a God so big that the word He spoke activated my faith. Now it was up to me to LIVE my faith, like the Bible says, “the righteous man shall live by faith”
(Habakkuk 2:4, Romans 1:17).
When muscular dystrophy was ravaging my body, my friend Joyce always said, “Barbara, I’m praying for you and God’s going to heal you.”
I responded to her the same way every time: “Joyce, I told you, this is inherited and two of us four kids are supposed to get it; I’m just the first.”
Joyce always declared, “The Bible says that by Jesus’ stripes we ARE healed, and I’m not going to quit praying.”
Years later, as I was planning a trip that would include a stop in Little Rock, I prayed, “God, I would love to see Joyce again and show her I’m healed.”
I went to my favorite store on my way through Little Rock; a large department store with two floors. I knew exactly where to go, so it wouldn’t take long to run in, get what I needed, and run out. As I was leaving with my purchase, I spotted Joyce. In a 30-second window of time, our paths miraculously crossed.
“Joyce, look, I’m healed!”
She said, “I never quit praying.”
Faith is Confirmed!
I had to do my part, then God did His.