i)'I GOT A NEW LIFE! GOD HEALED MY FESTERED LUNGS...'
Praises to Jesus! Thanks to Jesus!
   My name is Vishwanath Jha and I have now reached an age of 44 years. About seven-and-a-half years ago at my home in Bihar I made a mistake due to my misjudgment that made my life miserable since then.
     It happened that one of my friends living in my neighbourhood used to run a ration shop. And I went to help him once to suck the kerosene he had from one of his kerosene drums via a rubber hose into another vessel. But before I could help him out, in this process, I sucked in some of the kerosene that went into my lungs unwillingly. I started to fell choked up and I developed an irrepressible cough immediately. I started jumping and tried a lot to cough up the kerosene but it was already too late to do that. That portion of my lungs, which was in contact with the kerosene, started giving me pain as it caught infection and very soon it became festered. Writhing in pain, I had to show myself to a doctor and wished to get this pain out of me as soon as possible. The doctor gave me some medicine and I had my lungs X-rayed. Later, the report indicated clearly the amount of kerosene residing in my lungs and the portion infected and filled with pus. With the help of a syringe, the doctor then took out the pus and cleaned the infected portion. I got some relief that day. But, on the third day the pain started again and I could not ignore it anyway. The infection could not be cleared properly before and this gave way for the development of more pus in my lungs. The doctor adopted the same process of cleaning again as before. Later, I went to another doctor who clarified that this process can never be successful in cleaning all the pus in my lungs. He suggested me to have myself operated in the Institute of Medical Science in Patna(Bihar) and with this operation have a bag connected by a tube to collect all the pus from the lungs. And I did as the doctor had advised me to do.
    But after having the operation, my life became more miserable than I could have ever thought of as I had to take this bag with me everywhere I went and due to the excess amount of pus oozing from my lungs, the tube and the bag started decaying within 3-4 months and the path for the pus used to get blocked within the tube. Hence, after every 4 to 6 months, I had to get this tube and bag replaced with a new one. I had to spend a considerable amount to go for this far away from my dwelling in another district (Aara) to the Medical Institute in Patna. This went on for the next 3 years and during these years the overall expenditures soared high to an amount of about forty thousand (40,000) rupees. Then I got fed up of this nuisance altogether and asked the doctor in Patna Medical for any other alternative solution to get out of this wretched condition of mine. By this time, body weakness had crept on me to such an extent that anybody could easily count the bones in my rib cage. So, the doctor said that the other thing to be done would be to have my lungs be opened up through an operation and then have all the pus cleared up. But, for me this would be a case of total risk. There were possibilities of my lungs catching infection again and the doctor could not give any guarantee of my survival or my life after this as I now had got myself in an extreme vulnerable condition. Hence, keeping the bag along with the tube with me was the best option rather than getting myself killed knowingly by this operation. After all that I'd went through, I felt that death was as close and certain as it could be to me. This went for another 5 years.
          After that, I came for a few days in Azadpur Jhuggi in Faridabad, where my sister was living with her small family. As she used to attend the prayer con ducted in 'Jeevan Dham' regularly, she tried to convince me by the miracles that were happening there to attend the prayer service one Sunday. But she failed to convince my cynical mind frame after what I had heard from the Patna Medical Surgeon that there was no another way to rescue me from my dreadful disease. I told my sister that I don't believe in all this bogus business. All this was a fake and nobody can be cured just by praying to God and listening to His Word. And I went back in despair and disbelief to my home village in Bihar without giving heed to anything my sister had explained to me.
  "The Lord is near to those who are discouraged; he saves those who have lost all hope."
                                                                                                                             (Psalms 34:18)
    Again, after 6 months, I came to visit my sister here in Faridabad. And this time the surrounding neighbours too joined my sister in trying to convince me and make me believe all the miracles happening in Jeevan Dham. They pressurized me to come here at least once for their sake and see with my own eyes what all miracles God has been performing here. And they succeeded at last. I came one Friday at Sec-22, Faridabad during the morning prayer service. Soon after the prayer service, the Lady (blessed by God) prayed for me keeping her hands on my chest. One week later, all of a sudden, the tube carrying the pus oozing from my chest to the connected bag came out with a piece of flesh. I started coughing. And due to this, one worm, present inside my chest, was also expelled from the same pathway of the tube. All the pus inside my chest was cleaned up that day. Within a month, I regained my health, all my wounds were healed and I got rid of my chest pain completely, all by the grace of God, and no one else. He converted an atheist sinner to a firm believer with His healing touch.
  "The dangers of death was all round me;
         the horrors of the grave closed in on me;
     I was filled with fear and anxiety.
         Then I called to the Lord, "I beg you, Lord, save me!...
     The Lord saved me from death; he stopped my tears and kept me from defeat."
                                                                                                                     (Psalms 116:3-4, 8)
      ii) One more witness...I was also a leprosy patient and the wounds on my hands and legs never dried up. They started eating up my fingers. No doctor could heal me of this disease. But my Lord and my God, merciful Jesus heard my prayers and saved my life from this sickening and horrendous disease.
All my praises and thanks fall short of His glory and grace. Praise the Lord!
"Then a man suffering from a dreaded skin-disease came to Jesus, knelt down before him, and said, "Sir, if you want to, you can make me clean."
         Jesus stretched out his hand and touched him. "I do want to", he answered.
"Be clean!" At once the man was healed of his disease." (St. Matthew 8:2-3)
Vishwanath Jha,
Shahjholi(village), Bihar.