The MIRACLES of Aimee Semple McPherson: When Sister Aimee Came to Town

The MIRACLES of Aimee Semple McPherson
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Kid Smith was disgusted. For three rounds, the iron-jawed middleweight took the fight to Jimmy Meyers, but their bout ended in a draw. After a monster right almost cracked his ribs, Meyers steered clear, and his timidity put the packed house at Dreamland Boxing Arena in a foul mood. The week before, they’d paid top dollar to watch two heavyweights wallflower for ten rounds. The 3000 fans cursed as Meyers left the ring and promoter Jack Keran — who promised gladiatorial fury in every match — climbed in, followed by, of all things, a woman. She was maybe five-foot-three, a tad stocky, with auburn hair piled high. Her starched, white muslin outfit and high-button shoes made her look like a nurse.

Standing in the center of the sweat-and-blood-smeared canvas, the woman — late 20s, early 30s — looked nervous. So did Keran, who forgot to remove his hat in her presence. When the crowd quieted down, he announced her as an evangelist — Mrs. Aimee Semple McPherson — and shook as he spoke.

“San Diego needs a revival!” she shouted in a frayed, contralto voice.

The pent-up mob erupted. Waves of boos and hoots hit her like flurries of punches. Someone shouted, “Heaven peddler!”

The woman announced that starting the next day — Thursday, January 6, 1921 — she would hold revival meetings at the arena. Everyone should come and “bring the worst sinner in San Diego!”

At those words, the Union reported, “many of our prominent citizens ducked their heads.” People yelled familiar names. “Hard-faced women,” smoking cigarettes and chewing gum, pointed at their escorts. “And for a few seconds” Dreamland became “squirmish and uncomfortable.”

Then a man in the back row nominated Roseben, the great thoroughbred who’d lost — some said tanked — his last three stakes races. The crowd roared approval.

Alert to the moment, the woman changed her tune. She would battle Satan and, raising her fists, said, “I certainly shall thump him hard!” Many cheered, and the woman left the ring feeling, she wrote later, that she had met “the Devil on his own ground.” Back in the car, she confessed relief, not knowing “whether to laugh or cry.”

When she appeared at Dreamland, Aimee Semple McPherson had yet to become a household name. “The San Diego meetings,” writes Edith Blumhofer, set the tone for the year.” By the end of 1921, “a succession of such crusades made Sister a national phenomenon, headline news everywhere.”

McPherson scheduled a three-week run at the arena, but stayed for five, and held two days of revivals at the Organ Pavilion in Balboa Park. While in San Diego, she discovered how to draw huge numbers. Her goal was saving souls, but the lure became “healing services,” laying hands on the sick.

When she arrived, McPherson saw “a dear little city…the ‘joy of the whole earth’ might well be written on its portals.’ ” San Diego, however, “needed a revival if ever a city did.” Satan lurked in “this harbor and port, wrecking the bodies and souls of hundreds of young men and women upon the rocks of immorality, gaiety, dancing, smoking, gambling, drinking; for Mexico is but 18 miles away, and Tia Juana [its] Monte Carlo…eats like a festering sore into the purity and morals of them whom the Devil tempts.”

McPherson found Dreamland, at the corner of First and A streets, north of the train depot, to be doubly iniquitous. The two-story structure had a boxing arena downstairs, and the Dreamland Marina Dance Hall, where they played the devil’s music, upstairs.

Overnight, McPherson’s crew converted the arena. Palm fronds and pepper-tree boughs hung from pillars and posts. They replaced the overhead shade with one advertising Jesus. They hoisted a grand piano into the ring, which they scoured as white as McPherson’s simple dress, and wove carnations, orange blossoms, and calla lilies into the ropes. McPherson fretted about having to speak in-the-round for the first time, since the audience sat on all four sides. “Will we ever be able to make them all hear?” she asked, in a time before microphones.

For the first meeting, it didn’t matter. The ringside seats were full, the bleachers behind them empty. Jesus came to San Diego, she proclaimed, “and was astounded at the many evils…card parties, theaters, and…” — her gaze rose upward — “dance halls, of girls and houses of sin…and beneath the velvet and paints of the wealthy, he saw their evil too.”

McPherson mentioned healings during her six years on the tent-and-sawdust circuit: a blind man recovering his sight in Philadelphia; a girl cured of spinal trouble; prostitutes mending their ways on the Barbary Coast. The service — which a biographer called “a fluid form of religious theater” — included rousing gospel songs, McPherson banging out the beat on a tambourine. That old-time religion, she sang, “is good for San Diego / And it’s good enough for me.”

She conducted meetings twice daily, an afternoon “teaching service,” and an evening revival. Audiences remained small.

Across America in 1921, female evangelists were a contradiction in terms. In San Diego, however, they were practically a tradition. Katherine Tingley, “the Purple Mother,” had set up her Theosophical Society at Point Loma. In 1905, Teresa Urrea, the “Saint of Cabora” and icon of the anti-Díaz Mexican revolt, came to San Diego and performed healing wonders. As did 72-year-old Maria Woodworth-Etter, her voice barely audible from decades of preaching, in 1916. In effect, San Diego was more than accustomed to female evangelists. From them, it expected miracles.

McPherson had a “something,” a gift she couldn’t explain any more than could Urrea, or Woodworth-Etter, or James Moore Hickson, the internationally renowned Episcopalian faith healer whose cures, unlike most, often lasted well beyond the service. McPherson never took credit. “If the eyes of the people are set on me, nothing will happen…. I am not a healer. Jesus is the healer. I am only the little office girl who opens the door and says, ‘Come in.’ ”

At a healing, the lame must walk, the tubercular breathe, or at least some of them, otherwise the faithful could become disillusioned — especially those who failed to mend — and the preacher castigated. “There is no job in the world so thankless as praying for the afflicted,” McPherson wrote years later. “But I have been forced into this sort of thing by public demand.”

Historian Carey McWilliams, McPherson’s longtime neighbor and friend, admired her “goodness and kindness,” and refusal to face negativity, but deplored her literal-mindedness and reactionary politics. He saw two sides to her ebullient spirit. “Being in love with her must have been rather like living in a one-room apartment with a radio going full blast night and day.” At the same time, “The most important factor in her success was the way she substituted the cheerfulness of the playroom for the gloom of the morgue.

“Seemingly quite by accident,” McWilliams added, “she had discovered that healing sessions were immensely valuable as attractions.”

On January 15, 1921, to increase audiences at Dreamland, McPherson laid hands during the evening service. As people sang “Nearer My God to Thee,” she encouraged the sick and the lame to come forward. “I cannot heal you,” she cautioned, and “If you doubt that He can, you will not be cured.”

One of the first to climb into the ring, William T. Ewing, said he had been deaf since the Civil War. As the audience swayed to “Nearer My God,” and some local ministers prayed, McPherson anointed Ewing’s forehead with oil. She clutched his hands and raised her head. She didn’t command him to heal. Instead, a witness recounted, she “invited him to join with her in total belief.”

Ewing’s eyes popped open, as if alerted by a strange sound. “I can hear!” he proclaimed. “I CAN HEAR!!”

The crowd exploded, waving hundreds of handkerchiefs and shouting “Amen!” The roar, like the cannon-fire that had made him deaf, startled Ewing so much he covered his ears with his hands.

A mother carried an ashen-faced infant wrapped in a dusty blanket to the stage. “She accidentally drank a mixture of gasoline and kerosene,” the woman said, “which burned its way down her little mouth” and closed her throat. She couldn’t eat or drink. After six operations, “doctors gave her up to die.” McPherson prayed. Someone brought a glass of water. The infant took a sip, swallowed freely.

The woman in white rocked back, as if struck by lightning, then exclaimed, “Who could resist a savior such as this?”

“Did Mrs. McPherson aid any of the score of suppliants?” a Union reporter asked the next day. “Emphatically yes, if [their] testimony is to be believed.”

By evening’s end, a pain-wracked horde surrounded the ring and clogged the aisles. Some waved crutches, others bandaged limbs. All pleaded: “Me! Take me!” An exhausted McPherson raised her right hand for silence. Although she’d planned only two more of these sessions, she said, now she would devote the next two weeks to “divine healing.”

During that time, north downtown became thick with cars, some double-parked on the street, some on sidewalks. Discarded crutches and canes leaned against Dreamland’s brick facade. Packed houses crammed both the 2:30 and 7:30 services. On January 20, McPherson added a 10:30. Another 3000 people came, but she was too tired to lead it. She had to sneak away to avoid scores of invalids outside, begging for aid. When she took off her shoes, a witness said, water spilled out.

“As soon as one was healed,” McPherson wrote, “she ran and told nine others, and brought them too, even telegraphing and rushing the sick on trains.” People camped in their cars. Few hotels had vacancies. Dreamland was so stuffed with humanity that every room — including a walk-in refrigerator — became a place of prayer. Overflow crowds went to the Lutheran Church a block away.

As she entered the arena for a service, trying not to trip over wheelchairs in the aisles, extended arms and voices hounded her: “Sister — when — Sister what about — Cancer — tumor — Benny’s rheumatism — mother’s cataract — varicose veins — husband’s paralysis,” McPherson wrote. “A dozen people are all pulling us in different directions and trying to talk at once…each in their trembling eagerness interrupting the other till our heads are whirling with confusion.”

Her only refuge became the place she dreaded: the boxing ring. “Oh those welcome ropes! So now we realize, as never before, why Christ got into a row boat and pushed away from land in order to talk uninterruptedly to the clamoring and needy throng.”

People discovered the friend’s house where she was staying. The phone rang nonstop. Some came to testify. Others spoke only in groans. Mothers thrust babies through her open bedroom window. McPherson moved to a hotel near Balboa Park, where clerks and bellhops promised secrecy in exchange for reserved seats and registration cards for the sick.

One afternoon between services, McPherson was running late. She only had time for a quiet, five-minute meal of steak and potatoes (“to keep up our strength”) at the hotel’s cafeteria. She sat alone. A woman came to the table. “Excuse me,” she said, “but isn’t this Sister McPherson?”

When told yes, the woman replied, “Oh! I’m so glad,” and waved across the room. “Papa! Come over here and sit down. We can talk to Sister as she eats.”

A man in his late 60s held a brown-stained handkerchief to his neck. “Papa has a cancer. It is so painful — and raw, just like that steak.”

McPherson shuddered and pushed her plate away. She couldn’t eat another bite. For once, her goodness and kindness vanished.

The woman kept describing her father’s agony. Then stopped. “Oh,” she said, “I’m so sorry,” and escorted him out.

The contract concluded after five weeks at Dreamland. But McPherson “had only touched the fringe of that great multitude clamoring for prayer.” In her hotel room across from Balboa Park, she envisioned the unthinkable. The reservation system at Dreamland never worked. They tried to admit only those who hadn’t come before; they devoted nights to specific groups: service men, employees of department stores, various religious denominations. They extended the run twice, even held services at other churches. And still the multitudes grew.

“How did the Apostles manage their crowds?” McPherson pondered. Then it dawned on her: since San Diego had no building to house so many, why not hold “outdoor services under the canopy of God’s blue sky?” But wasn’t religion an indoor affair? Didn’t it need a church or, in the outskirts, a large canvas tent?

“Never having heard of such a thing being done in modern days, we hesitated a little — ‘What would the people think?’ Could we do it? Where? When?”

NEXT: The Organ Pavilion revivals.

She’d send, she proclaimed, “a message from above.”

On Thursday, January 27, 1921, evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson stood in the cockpit of a Curtiss JN-4 “Jenny.” Wearing a leather coat and cap, tinted goggles across her forehead, she gave a sermon at Aviation Field, Jim Hennessey’s training school at the foot of B Street. “I’m taking my fight against the devil to the skies!” she said in a voice scratched by years of shouting. She would drop 15,000 leaflets announcing that her hugely successful series of revivals would conclude with two outdoor events at Balboa Park’s Organ Pavilion.

If she was nervous, people couldn’t tell. McPherson should have been, though. She’d never flown before. The flight, which made the San Diego Union and even the L.A. Times, marked “the first time [that] an airplane was used as a pulpit” (Union).

She climbed into the front seat. Hennessey, who’d donated the ride for free, piloted the biplane. As they rose into an overcast sky, McPherson had a God’s-eye view of San Diego. But she didn’t see rooftops scrolling beneath her, or dark hat brims peppering the sidewalks, or Balboa Park on a green mesa to the east. Everywhere she saw “deception, sorrow, and sin.”

Hennessey banked to the right. As the Jenny soared over Broadway, its engine blaring like a buzz saw, McPherson’s “message from above” fluttered down.

Instead of being afraid, McPherson felt relief, even safety, in the air. This was one of the few times during her five-week stay in San Diego that the pain-wracked masses couldn’t mob her, trail her home, interrupt a meal, clutch her white nurse’s outfit, plead for a cure.

“It isn’t all a bed of roses, this thing of being in a high place as a leader,” McPherson, by then a household name, wrote ten years later. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to carry on the Lord’s work in such a conspicuous capacity.”

She came to San Diego a relative unknown. After her first week of revivals at Dreamland Boxing Arena, she decided that, to attract more sinners, she would hold healing services. Crowds came, then hordes, so many that she needed a much larger venue than the 3000-seat house. Her mother, Minnie Kennedy, suggested that, since no building could accommodate their audience, how about outdoor services at the Organ Pavilion? They could seat two or three thousand, with standing room for thousands more on the slope facing the pavilion.

The idea of an outdoor revival wasn’t original, McPherson wrote, but “such a gathering has never been assembled since the days of Christ upon the earth.” When she asked an audience at Dreamland what they thought, “The response was deafening.”

The initial service, held Wednesday, February 1, jammed the colonnaded pavilion to capacity. When McPherson asked, “How many see God performing miracles here today?” between 4000 and 6000 hands shot into the air. McPherson anointed and prayed over 103 people in succession. Chief James Patrick brought Addie Mendenhall to the park in a police ambulance. An invalid frozen on her back, Mendenhall sat up for the first time in five years. As Dr. Humphrey Stewart played the mighty organ, which could replicate the musical voices of an entire symphony, James Flood testified that his lungs, burned by chlorine gas in WWI, had been purified.

Many weren’t healed. “Perhaps her faith was not sufficient,” wrote the San Diego Sun of one supplicant. “Perhaps she will be cured after.” Six marines carried an elderly woman in a wheelchair up the platform steps. “But she could not unlock her knees, which were set like stone.” She left the stage with a grimace, “still trying to achieve the faith [that] would change her to a well person.”

The service, which began at noon, ran over its 2:30 p.m. closing time. When McPherson finally had to leave, a long queue of human misery unleashed “a babel of voices beating upon us.”

McPherson had mixed feelings about her most spectacular service. She had “cheered thousands of lives,” but, she added, “I would rather face a battery of guns than… the disappointment of those who have sat here all night and day without food or drink, waiting to be prayed for, [when] we leave.”

As part of her farewell revival — Tuesday, February 8 — McPherson asked every Christian in San Diego to “fast and pray for the spiritual and physical healing of the sick and afflicted.” Given the response, they did even more. Every one of them, it seemed, went to Balboa Park.

That Tuesday, McPherson left her hotel on 6th Avenue at 9:45 a.m. Since the revival wouldn’t begin until 10:30, she had plenty of time, she felt, to make the short drive. But a mass of humanity clogged Laurel Street and the Cabrillo Bridge. They looked like refugees fleeing a holocaust: on crutches, in stretchers and wheelchairs, wagons and handcarts. Some carried children on their shoulders, others, babies in their arms. The sightless, heads down, grasped the shoulders of guides. Many were wrapped in bandages, puss or blood seeping through the gauze. Few spoke, though several moaned or made bottomless, tubercular coughs.

The handrails on both sides became repositories for pipes, cigars, and stomped-out cigarettes, signs that, for smokers, the healing had already begun.

McPherson’s driver honked the horn. Marines, who volunteered for the event, rode the running boards and shouted, “Clear the way,” and “Coming through.” But the crowd was so thick the car inched along the narrow bridge. McPherson feared she wouldn’t arrive on time.

Her mother, Minnie Kennedy, had been at the pavilion since dawn. She and a staff of 20 nurses — all in white, with crimson sashes — interviewed candidates, in part to eliminate cranks eager to expose the “heaven peddler” as a fraud. Those without faith would not be healed, she warned, adding that supplicants should “take part in the meetings as though they were going to Mayo Brothers or any great hospital for an operation” and had been “preparing for days, obeying each order.” She handed them numbered cards.

By 10:00 a.m., when McPherson finally crossed the bridge and drove under the arch toward the Plaza de Panama, Mrs. Kennedy had distributed over 500 cards.

They parked the car on circular curbing near the pavilion.

Dressed all in white with a blue serge cape — like a military nurse, wrote a biographer — McPherson ascended the broad platform and saw a sea of dark coats and hats that filled not only the pavilion but all surrounding areas. The San Diego Union made a “conservative” estimate of between 7000 and 9000. Police and park commissioners said that “through the day” — as some left and others took their place — 30,000 people attended. In order to see, photographers and reporters had to stand on rooftops, above beige facades filigreed like wedding cake for the 1915 Exposition.

Beneath fleecy clouds and waving date palms, McPherson identified “pale and emaciated faces; some almost skeletons, human bodies in cages of steel and plaster; the children devoured with the results of Tia Juana’s sins.” She heard “no jesting, and very little talking and at first seldom a smile.” She felt guilty she had kept them waiting.

On the platform she joined a choir, a Salvation Army band — piano, coronet, and trombone — and local ministers from many denominations. She raised her hands. The crowd hushed. She knelt. “Dear Lord, here we are, just the same poor, old, heart-broken, sin-stricken world that we were when you walked upon the earth…”

After the prayer, McPherson asked, “How many of you have friends you would like to see healed?” Thousands of handkerchiefs zig-zagged in the air.

“Everybody stand,” she shouted. “Everybody! Everybody who held up their hands!” The assemblage rose to its feet.

“Higher!” she shouted.

The mass stood on tiptoe, faces turned upward, and prayed out loud for two minutes.

The line of sufferers started down the aisle. Those who could held both arms in the air. Ushers, wearing green labeled “Fisher” checked registration cards. And the process began, accompanied by soft organ music.

McPherson dipped her fingers into a silver cup and anointed each forehead with oil. Then she prayed: “Oh Lord, Jesus, in Thy name we command this paralysis [or deafness, or goiter, or cancer] to fall like a mantle that is worn and old.”

Some proclaimed instant healing. One man, a cripple, danced a jig down the platform steps. He threw his crutches into the audience and yelled, “Use ’em for firewood!”

Some claimed relief from symptoms. Others, wrote McPherson, stood “like a piece of wood, while we pray for them.” They have come “to see if we can heal. Of course, we have no power within ourselves and try to get their eyes on Jesus.”

A man in the front row, wearing a three piece suit, stood up and shouted “Weeeee!”

“Sit down, Charles,” his wife fussed, grabbing his coattails, “You’re forgetting yourself! Sit down!”

By one o’clock, McPherson had prayed over 380 sufferers. Dr. Lincoln E. Ferris, of the First M.E. Church, announced that she needed a break. As aides escorted her toward a door at the side of the great organ, the procession stopped. Cries of hurt, anger, even betrayal shot from the line. “Thousands of eyes,” McPherson recalled, “jealously” watched her leave. “Each moment we lose will mean another disappointed one will be sent away without a touch of prayer.”

Drenched, she changed into another starched white muslin dress. Though not hungry, she ate two sandwiches and wondered, “Who would have believed there was so much sickness and suffering in the world!”

“Whether by accident or design,” wrote historian Carey McWilliams, her neighbor in Los Angeles, “Aimee had selected the predestined setting for her emergence as a miracle woman.”

During the late 19th Century and into the 20th, an estimated one in four newcomers to San Diego came for their health. The army sent all soldiers with TB to the military hospital; the navy requested one as well. Sanitariums dotted the landscape. The suicide rate was highest in the country. San Diego became a “jumping-off place,” wrote Edmund Wilson, “where the coroner’s records are melancholy reading indeed. You seem to see the last futile effervescence of the…American adventure.”

Another result, spawned by the devastating flu pandemic of 1918 — which almost took the life of McPherson’s daughter, Roberta — was a distrust of traditional medicine, especially in San Diego, which became known as “the sick man’s paradise.”

Fifteen minutes later, McPherson emerged through the door. The crowd erupted. The procession, on the right side of the platform, moved forward again. For over two hours, she prayed for supplicants.

By 3:30, the sun had fallen behind the pavilion’s 75-foot bandbox and into a cloudbank. “Swaying and dizzy through the long strain and anxiety of knowing that so many cannot possibly be reached in the remaining time,” McPherson sped up her healing. She moved from one to the next in less than a minute. “The day is going,” she told herself between blessings, “yet we have made no great inroads upon the endless rows of sick and crippled.”

She tried not to panic, but read it in “hungry faces.” The once orderly line began nudging forward, punctuated by “cries of distress” from the rear: “Will they get to me?” “Will I ever be able to walk?”

The day darkened. McPherson, who often improvised her performance, made an instinctive move: “Thinking to reach more in a shorter time,” she hopped down the platform steps to “pray from seat to seat.”

At the foot of the stairs, the throng swarmed the white figure — grabbing, shoving her back. As police and marines tried to rescue her, a surge of supplicants trampled invalids and mothers holding infants. Pleading hands tossed barriers and bodies aside, canes and crutches swung like weapons. Breathless, as if drowning, McPherson raised her arms. Police and marines raced to her side, formed a phalanx, and ushered her up the stairs to the platform.

She clung to a banister, “for protection and, incidentally, for support,” still praying for her flock.

Soon after, Dr. Ferris said a closing prayer, and McPherson, “walking as though on the deck of a heaving vessel,” fled to the courtesy car.

Throughout her career, McPherson swore she wasn’t a miracle worker. She wanted to save souls, not cure ailments. “Jesus is the healer,” she repeated often. “I’m only the office girl who opens the door and says, “Come in.” Of the San Diego revivals, which vaulted her into the national spotlight, she wrote: “No wonder that in certain instances where Jesus healed the sick, he commanded them to tell no man of it.”

QUOTATIONS
1. Rolf McPherson: “It was a phenomenon peculiar to the times…Patients had more faith in God because they had less faith in science.”

Charlie Chaplin [to McPherson]: “Whether you like it or not, you’re a great actress [giving] your drama-starved people, who absent themselves from the theater through fear, a theater they can reconcile with their narrow beliefs.”

Aimee Semple McPherson: “Few people know as I did what it is to be lonely in a crowd.”

SOURCES
Blumhofer, Edith, Aimee Semple McPherson: Everybody’s Sister, Grand Rapids, 1993.

Epstein, Daniel Mark, Sister Aimee: The Life of Aimee Semple McPherson, New York, 1993.

McPherson, Aimee Semple, This Is That, Los Angeles, 1923; In the Service of the King, New York, 1927.

McWilliams, Carey, “Sunlight in My Soul,” The Asprin Age: 1919–1941, ed. Isabel Leighton, New York, 1949.

Morris, B. J., “The Revivals of Aimee Semple McPherson,” Pacific Christian Advocate, Oct. 5, 1921.

Sutton, Matthew Avery, Aimee Semple McPherson and the Resurrection of Christian America, Cambridge, 2007.

Szasz, Ferenc Morton, Religion in the Modern American West, Tucson, 2000.

…articles from the San Diego Union, the San Diego Sun, and the Los Angeles Times.

41 Comments

  • Troy Day
    Reply April 15, 2019

    Troy Day

    2nd with most miracles recorded in modern history after John Link Hudson more miracles than Graham of course who is not a pure continualist per se on the healing gifts

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Link Hudson

      Who is John Link Hudson?

      Who counts the recorded miracles exactly? Is John John Dowie?

  • Isara Mo
    Reply April 15, 2019

    Isara Mo

    By the way Troy do you have a record of any modern day genuine miracles by an American evangelist?
    Katherine Khulman, William Brandam…John G Lake ..we only READ of their stories…
    What about today…

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Link Hudson

      There is some video footage of Branham. I think Roberts Liardon was the one who had the clip in one of his videos. Katherine Khulman’s style was the model Beny Hinn imitated, praying so people could be healed in their seats. There are lots of AA Allen clips online, where he laid hands on the people. I think there is some Oral Roberts footage of him praying for people, too.

    • Isara Mo
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Isara Mo

      We have 5000 members iin Pentecostal Theology apart from brother Joe Abshers testimony of raising a man to life and someone healing a blind man in a meeting, the rest(including me) are mum on genuine healings and miracles..
      I’m not talking of casting out demons…I’m talking about live coverages of blind men seeing, the mute speaking, the deaf receiving hearing, the lame walking…the dead coming to life…changing water into wine and what about feeding five thousand with two fish and five loaves..
      Jesus said if we believe in Him the works He did we will do…even greater works(I don’t know what that is ..) but certainly not collecting tithes and buying private jets…

    • Isara Mo
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Isara Mo

      Link Hudson
      Any living ministers doing that kind of stuff?

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Link Hudson

      Isara Mo My wife had a couple of one-off experiences before I met her, a blind child in an orphanage, and a guy who got hit by a bus who wasn’t breathing in Jakarta. She hopped off the bus, commanded his spirit to come back into his body in Jesus’ name, and he started breathing.

      I’ve seen people report being healed of some different ailments after prayer and the laying on of hands, including my own. But not the more spectacular things, like blind people or limbs growing back.

      You could look up Pete Cabrera videos. He’s on Facebook. I’ve talked with him on the phone once or twice.

    • Isara Mo
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Isara Mo

      Link Hudson
      Blessed is your wife.Let her stir the gifts for the benefit of many..
      This is the first time I have heard of Pete Cabrera..
      Let me check him put.

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Link Hudson

      Pete Cabrera Jr. He’s a facebook friend of mine, too, but he’s got some videos on YouTube. He worked at a soup kitchen and would minister to the sick and recorded it. He’d prayed for lots of people who did not get healed, then saw a video of Todd White praying for someone who got healed. He saw how simple it was. Lot’s of interesting videos, some a little unusual. He liked to experiment there for a while with praying for spoons and giving them to people, commanding legs to be longer and shorter and stuff like that.

    • Isara Mo
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Isara Mo

      Link Hudson
      Have checked five of video clips….impressive stuff.
      Let me watch some more..

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Troy Day

      YES John G Lake too but not too many actual documented miracles If someone has a source pls share LAKE was indeed one of the first many learned from

    • Chad Macdonald
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Chad Macdonald

      Isara Mo I am

  • Troy Day
    Reply April 15, 2019

    Troy Day

    Link Hudson from what I have been able to find in actual documents it goes like that by the number of miracles

    1. bro John
    2. sis Amy
    3. AA Allan – W. Branham could be argued here as well /to some extend

  • Troy Day
    Reply April 15, 2019

    Troy Day

    yeah Link NO THANKS https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z92ei36zU64 whos taking notes here?

    • Charles Page
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Charles Page

      Where is Peter Vanderver?

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Troy Day

      Peter Vandever probably knows this feller and Link Hudson went to his church when he was younger or so Joe Absher we are missing @stan wayne and this other feller I keep on forgetting

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Link Hudson

      I’m bouncing around on this video. He seems more articulate than several years ago when I saw him on YouTube. He doesn’t believe believers can be demon-possessed. That seems to be a favorite topic of his of late.

      Several years ago, there are videos of him praying for people in the homeless shelter. A bone popped when he prayed for one guy. Another woman couldn’t lift her hand higher her shoulder without pain until he prayed for her. He had a video of a woman getting out of a wheelchair. Her atheist friend knew her before and after but did not know how she got better. He showed her the healing video.

      The contraversial video at the time was the video where he kept telling a guys leg to grow and shrink. It was shot from an angel so that if it was real, it could easily have been faked. The guy stood up with one really long leg. A skeptic called it a lie. If it was true, it was just a poorly shot video. I messaged him and suggested he not play if he’s doing miracles. He apparently listened to me.

      He prayed for me on the phone. I still ended up getting surgery over the same issue a couple of years later. So it’s not 100%.

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 15, 2019

      Link Hudson

      Tom Fischer does street healing videos. There seem to be a number of healings in his videos. I’m not saying it’s all AA Allen level. Tom seems to ‘reach’ a bit trying hard with the word of knowledge thing, as seems to be the trend these days. Or that was a few years ago when I watched his stuff. I called him on the phone a few times several years back. I think I prayed about a wife for him. I remember talking about that with him. He did get married, and his wife is his partner in the street ministry with him, which is good.

      There are some videos from guys in Miami.

      There is also the “New Reformation” with Torben Skandergaard if you are looking at YouTubers with healing ministries. He’s a house church planter who seems to be trinitarian but believes in saying ‘in the name of Jesus’ at baptism. He has a lot of videos of excorcisms right after baptism, too.

      A lot of Torben’s healing videos involve praying for minor injuries and ailments of people on the street– usually young people since they are open to talking, and using the healings as a tool to open people up for evangelism. He seems to be more about evangelism and healing is just a part of that rather than the main thing. Torben goes around ‘kick starting’ other people who want to go out and pray for the sick and heal. He also very much emphasizes speaking in tongues.

      One of his videos shows him winning the singer from Mambo #5 That song with “…a little bit of Jessica” and a list of a lot of other women.

    • Peter Vandever
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Peter Vandever

      No idea who he is.

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Troy Day

      Probably another off student of Todd Bentley not related to OP Link posted mentioned him as a one of his usual side trackers

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Link Hudson

      Troy Day Pete Cabrera was in some town in Kansas, working in a soup kitchen. He prayed for a lot of people who didn’t get healed, saw someone get healed in a video and got his faith stirred up. Then he started making a bunch of healing videos on YouTube. Then he started doing seminars.

      Seems like I saw or heard some connection to him and an A/G. Maybe he was doing a conference in one or attend one. He has about Christians not being possessed on Facebook, offering $1000 to someone who could prove otherwise from the Bible.

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Link Hudson

      What are your objections to the video? I’ll have to admit I’ve just sampled bits and pieces. But maybe you could show us a minute marker, Troy Day.

      Btw, why is it that your name only shows up as a possible taggee for a split second and it is virtually impossible to access on Facebook? I’ve got to get that feature. 🙂

  • Link Hudson
    Reply April 15, 2019

    Link Hudson

    Around 2007, my prophesied that the Lord was going to use children to do miracles in Indonesia. Soon after, we heard about Selvyn, a girl of about 7 or 8 in central Sulaweisi, a place where there had been fighting of Christians against Muslims and there was a lot of division in that regard.

    This little girl liked to pray the Lord’s prayer and lay hands on people. It started with a guy with a broken leg who was healed. Soon afterward, there were tents of sick people outside her house in Tentana, waiting for her to lay hands on them.

    CBN’s branch in Indonesia puts out Solusi, which has been a pretty high rated show. They did a piece (in Indonesian) on Sylvin and the healings .

    My wife and I went to a certain National Prayer Network. A pastor who had been spending some time with Selvyn shared his testimony. He’d been the head of a traditional church denomination, Reformed I think, but he was Charismatic. He’s in the video, but I think he went by Bambang in the meeting. This preacher had been jailed on some trumped up charges, if I remember right. That happened in those parts.
    The government had executed a Roman Cathlic guy on weapons charges soon before these events.

    Another brother who had been to Tentana had seen a guy who was blind whose eyes had been healed. He had a few photos he’d taken before they told him that photos were forbidden. Selvyn’s parents were protective of her and might let her out to pray after school some. They say the mother prayed and asked to be able to be used in healing and it started happening.

    I heard the mother or parents didn’t want someone there actually doing evangelistic preaching. Maybe it was a security concern. It turned me off to hear that, but maybe there were people doing one-on-one. I don’t know. There was a lot of gospel hymn singing going on there.

    Solusi did a follow-up piece where she was joined by a boy preacher. This was many years ago, and I haven’t heard of it continuing as a long-term thing. I don’t know what happened with Selvyn either.

    I should have asked the head of CBN over there. I had a conversation with him in Jakarta when I lived there last year and did not think to ask. I hadn’t seen him Mark since soon after I’d married my wife. We went out to TGI Friday’s with him and his wife back when we were dating once.

  • Link Hudson
    Reply April 15, 2019

    Link Hudson

    I did ask him in 2010 on Facebook. He said, “The healings weren’t many, and after a month or so it faded into history. another shooting star….”

  • Troy Day
    Reply April 16, 2019

    Troy Day

    Link Hudson did you even read the article? What were these random mentions you post have to do with the OP?

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Link Hudson

      Sorry, those should have been in the subthread in response to Isara Mo.

  • Joe Absher
    Reply April 16, 2019

    Joe Absher

    Great article thank you. Very encouraging.

  • Link Hudson
    Reply April 16, 2019

    Link Hudson

    What I was wondering when I read this is why didn’t she get a team of people to help her pray for the sick and preach? Jesus had 12 men around him who he sent out to preach with the power to heal. We don’t impart the power to heal to people, but we can pray for God to do so. We can pray for God to show us and send people. And your average rank and file believer should be able to pray for the sick.

    This is kind of ‘scientific’, but she could have rotated through Christians who wanted to pray for the sick with her at the crusades, and just kept the ones whose prayers saw results. That way, the crowd wouldn’t just all line up in her line or wait until she was the one doing the praying.

    Jesus had 12 disciples, and He still had crowds mobbing him while the disciples were with him. But McPherson and other evangelists aren’t Jesus, and other evangelists can be ‘just as good’, not the case with the 12. You certainly got something special with Jesus that you didn’t get with the Twelve. Who wouldn’t have wanted Jesus to heal them directly as opposed to it coming through Peter or Judas Iscariot? But a lame or blind man may be happy to get it from God through whatever means.

    Over time, and in some cases due to the practicing-medicine-without-a-license contraversy that our forebearers cleared up for us, some preachers would have everyone lay hands on themselves or pray for others in the pew. Benny Hinn, imitating Katherine Khulman seems to use this method almost esclusively, having people come up with testimonies later, rather than the laying on of hands.

    I certainly think there is a benefit to ministering to one sick person in front of a crowd. If that person is healed, it demonstrates the gospel more than someone saying they were healed of some undetectible internal problem, testifying of feeling a tingling in response to the evangelist’s question “What did you feel go through you?” There is little evidence for the skeptics in that. So there are some advantages to the old style of actually laying hands on individuals like early evangelists and others up through Oral Roberts and AA Allen did in crusades. But if you have dozens of people getting healed in front of the crowds and the other isue is ministering to all the sick, it makes sense to have some help, IMO. And the training and growth opportunities would be quite helpful.

    I vaguely remember the details of RW Shambach’s first experience casting out demons, but it seems like AA Allay have had some help getting the demonized ministered to without it all going through him on stage, though he did that too.

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Troy Day

      how would you say she did not get a tam – her services in Angelic Temple involved dozens of people

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Link Hudson

      Troy Day maybe she had a team in San Diego we donot know about. I was talking about her tiredness.

      Anthony Quinn wrote he saw a blind Person healed in one of ger meetings.

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Troy Day

      Link Hudson she had many teams trained through the years that were used in the healing services You can clearly see them praying with her in most service pictures like the one I posted below

      The line of sufferers started down the aisle. Those who could held both arms in the air. Ushers, wearing green labeled “Fisher” checked registration cards. And the process began, accompanied by soft organ music.

      McPherson dipped her fingers into a silver cup and anointed each forehead with oil. Then she prayed: “Oh Lord, Jesus, in Thy name we command this paralysis [or deafness, or goiter, or cancer] to fall like a mantle that is worn and old.”

      Some proclaimed instant healing. One man, a cripple, danced a jig down the platform steps. He threw his crutches into the audience and yelled, “Use ’em for firewood!”

      Some claimed relief from symptoms. Others, wrote McPherson, stood “like a piece of wood, while we pray for them.” They have come “to see if we can heal. Of course, we have no power within ourselves and try to get their eyes on Jesus.”

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 17, 2019

      Link Hudson

      Troy Day Maybe she learned to train teams as a survival strategy, and a strategy to be more effective with the healing part. I was thinking of teams to minister healing as opposed to only ushering.

  • Troy Day
    Reply April 16, 2019

    Troy Day

    What do you mean by this Link Hudson ?

    I vaguely remember the details of RW Shambach’s first experience casting out demons, but it seems like AA Allay have had some help getting the demonized ministered to without it all going through him on stage, though he did that too.

    I did not know Allan like Melvin Harter but I did now RW personally and traveled with him some. How is this in ANY way relevant to the miracles of sister Amy described in the article? All 3 of your comments have been sidetrackers to another men figures – do you NOT recognize women in ministry working under the miracle power of God?

  • Troy Day
    Reply April 16, 2019

    Troy Day

    I guess a picture is worth a 1000 words

    Aimee Semple McPherson conducting a healing ceremony at the Spreckels Organ Pavilion in 1921. Police support along with U.S. Marines and Army personnel helped manage traffic and the estimated 30,000 people who attended.

    https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ed/SDHS_ASM_Spreckels_80_7195.jpg

  • Troy Day
    Reply April 16, 2019

    Troy Day

    Tremendous amounts of documentation attest to sick people coming to her by the tens of thousands. Many were healed temporarily, others for the rest of their lives. She would take no credit for the results and always insisted Christ the Great Healer was responsible. Biographer Daniel Mark Epstein writes:

    The healings present a monstrous obstacle to scientific historiography. If events transpired as newspapers, letters, and testimonials say they did, then Aimee Semple McPherson’s healing ministry was miraculous…. The documentation is overwhelming: very sick people came to Sister Aimee by the tens of thousands, blind, deaf, paralyzed. Many were healed some temporarily, some forever. She would point to heaven, to Christ the Great Healer and take no credit for the results.

    Described incidents of miraculous faith healing are sometimes clinically explained as a result of hysteria or a form of hypnosis. Strong emotions and the mind’s ability to trigger the production of opiates, endorphins, and enkephalins; have also been offered as explanations as well as the healings are simply faked. In the case of McPherson, there was no evidence of fraud found.[7] In August 1921, doctors from the American Medical Association in San Francisco secretly investigated some of McPherson’s local revival meetings. The subsequent AMA report stated McPherson’s healing was “genuine, beneficial and wonderful.”[8]

    Biographer Daniel Mark Epstein himself was looking for such fraud but found none. In an interview with the Baltimore Sun, Epstein said:

    There is no doubt in my mind,” he says “that this was a great and courageous woman, whose religious inspiration was totally authentic. I tried to find some evidence in the voluminous newspaper accounts of her healings, of fraud. There is none. Instead I found hundreds of pages of newspaper documentation of reporters who were overwhelmed by what they saw at the healing services. The famous phrase used back then was ‘those who came to scoff stayed to pray.’ [9]

  • Dan Terry
    Reply April 16, 2019

    Dan Terry

    The (actual) “Pretending” Exercise…
    Understanding biblical eschatology (study of the “Last Days”) is actually really simple… When reading the New Testament just “pretend” that you are reading an actual true story, and that when the text clearly describes that someone is standing there looking someone in the eyes, talking directly to them, just pretend that they were (actually) talking to the (actual) person or people the verse (actually) records that they were (actually) talking to, especially if they keep using the word “YOU” while looking at them and talking directly to them.
    Then simply “pretend” that whatever they were being told was (actually) relevant for the (actual) person that it was (actually) being told to.
    No seven-night end-times seminar about ten-headed dragons and ascending golden cities needed. It is a true story that was to and for and about the (actual) people it says it was to and for and about. But could it (actually) be that simple? I believe it is. And I also believe that our hearts have always known it.
    Have you done YOUR homework on this subject?
    Or have you done your PASTOR’S homework?
    Have you studied to CONFIRM what was taught to you?
    Or have you studied to QUESTION what was taught to you?

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Troy Day

      what does this have to do with OP and sis Amy?

    • Dan Terry
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Dan Terry

      Troy Day because AMY took the WORD and had FAITH and pretended it was to her and others believed and was healed and GOD HONORED HER OR THEIR PRAYERS

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 16, 2019

      Troy Day

      OK – what did she pretend? What’s your point? Pure faith is synonymous with the child attitude. The Christian Savior, in describing the ways of attainment of the spiritual condition of faith, is reported by Matthew (18:1, 3) to have said, “Except ye become as little children, ye shall not enter into the Kingdom of Heaven” –that is to say, you must be as receptive as little children.

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