The miracles of John Alexander Dowie: : How I Came Into Healing

The miracles of John Alexander Dowie
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by John Alexander Dowie (1847 – 1907)

I sat in my study in the parsonage of the Congregational Church at Newtown, a suburb of the beautiful city of Sydney, Australia. My heart was very heavy, for I had visited the sick and dying beds of more than thirty of my flock, and I had cast the dust to its kindred dust into more than forty graves within a few weeks. Where, oh where, was He Who used to heal His suffering children? No prayer for healing seemed to reach His ear, and yet I knew His hand had not been shortened. Still it did not save from death even those for whom there was so much in life to live for God and others. Strong men, fathers, good citizens, and more than all, true Christians sickened with a putrid fever, suffered nameless agonies, passed into delirium, sometimes with convulsions, and then died.

Oh, what aching voids were left in many a widowed or orphaned heart. There were many homes where, one by one, the little children, the youths and the maidens lay stricken, and after a hard struggle with the foul disease, they too, lay cold and dead. It seemed sometimes as if I could almost hear the triumphant mockery of evil ringing in my ear whilst I spoke to the bereaved ones the words of Christian hope and consolation. Disease, the foul offspring of its father, Satan, and its mother Sin, was defiling and destroying the earthly temples of God’s children and there was no deliverance.

There I sat with sorrow-bowed head for my afflicted people, until the bitter tears came to relieve my burning heart. Then I prayed for some message, and oh, how I longed to hear some words from Him Who wept and sorrowed for the suffering long ago, a Man of Sorrows and Sympathies. The words of the Holy Ghost inspired In Acts 10:38, stood before me all radiant with light, revealing Satan as the Defiler, and Christ as the Healer. My tears were wiped away, my heart strong, I saw the way of healing, and the door thereto was opened wide, so I said, “God help me now to preach the Word to all the dying around, and tell them how Satan still defiles, and Jesus still delivers, for He is just the same today.”

A loud ring and several raps at the outer door, a rush of feet, and there at my door stood two panting messengers who said, “Oh, come at once, Mary is dying; come and pray. “With just a feeling as a shepherd has who hears that his sheep are being torn from the fold by a cruel wolf, I rushed from my house, ran without my hat down the street, and entered the room of the dying maiden. There she lay groaning and grinding her clenched teeth in the agony of the conflict with the destroyer. The white froth, mingled with her blood, oozing from her pale and distorted mouth. I looked at her and then my anger burned. “Oh,” I thought, “for some sharp sword of heavenly temper keen to slay this cruel foe who is strangling that lovely maiden like an invisible serpent, tightening his deadly coils for a final victory.”

In a strange way, It came to pass; I found the sword I needed was in my hands, and in my hand I hold it still and never will I lay It down. The doctor, a good Christian man, was quietly walking up and down the room, sharing the mother’s pain and grief. Presently he stood at my side and said, “Sir, are not God’s ways mysterious?” Instantly the sword was flashed in my hand, the Spirit’s sword, the Word of God. “God’s way?!” I said, pointing to the scene of conflict, “How dare you call that God’s way of bringing His children home from earth to Heaven? No sir, that is the devil’s work and it is time we called on Him Who came to destroy the work of the devil, to slay that deadly foul destroyer, and to save this child. Can you pray, Doctor, can you pray the prayer of faith that saves the sick?” At once, offended at my words, my friend was changed, and saying,” You are too much excited, sir, it is best to say ‘God’s will be done,’” and he left the room.

Excited?! The word was quite inadequate for I was almost frenzied with divinely imparted anger and hatred of that foul destroyer, disease, which was doing Satan’s will. “It is not so,” I exclaimed, “no will of God sends such cruelty, and I shall never say ‘God’s will be done’ to Satan’s works, which God’s own Son came to destroy, and this is one of them.” Oh, how the Word of God was burning in my heart: “Jesus of Nazareth went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed of the devil; for God was with Him.” And was not God with me? And was not Jesus there and all His promises true? I felt that it was even so, and turning to the mother I inquired,” Why did you send for me?” To which she answered, “Do pray, oh pray for her that God may raise her up.” So we prayed.

What did I say? It may be that I cannot recall the words without mistake, but words are in themselves of small importance. The prayer of faith may be a voiceless prayer, a simple heartfelt look of confidence into the face of Christ. At such moment, words are few, but they mean much, for God is looking at the heart. Still, I can remember much of that prayer unto this day, and asking God to aid, I will attempt to recall it. I cried, “Our Father, help! and Holy Spirit, teach me how to pray. Plead Thou for us, oh, Jesus, Savior, Healer, Friend, our Advocate with God the Father. Hear and heal, Eternal One! From all disease and death, deliver this sweet child of yours. I rest upon the Word. We claim the promise now. The Word is true, ‘I am the Lord that heals thee.’ Then heal her now. The Word is true, ‘I am the Lord, I change not.’ Unchanging God, then prove Yourself the healer now. The Word is true. ‘These signs shall follow them that believe in My Name, they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.’ And I believe and I lay hands in Jesus’ Name on her and claim this promise now. Your Word is true. ‘The prayer of faith shall save the sick. Trusting in You alone. I cry. Oh, save her now, for Jesus’ sake. Amen!”

Then, the maid lay in sleep so deep and sweet that the mother asked in a low whisper, “Is she dead?” “No,” I answered, in a whisper lower still. “Mary will live; the fever is gone. She is perfectly well and sleeping as an infant sleeps.” I was smoothing the long dark hair from her now peaceful brow, and feeling the steady pulsation of her heart and cool moist hands. I saw that Christ had heard, and that once more, as long ago in Peter’s house, “He touched her and the fever left her.” Turning to the nurse, I said, “Get me at once, please, a cup of cocoa and several slices of bread and butter.” Beside the sleeping maid we sat quietly and almost silently until the nurse returned, and then I bent over her and snapping my fingers called, “Mary!”

Instantly she woke, smiled and said, “Oh, sir, when did you come? I have slept so long;” then stretching her arms out to meet her mother’s embrace, she said, “Mother, I feel so well.” “And hungry, too?” I asked, pouring some of the cocoa in a saucer and offering it to her when cooled by my breath. “Yes, hungry too,” she answered with a little laugh, and drank and ate again, and yet again until all was gone. In a few minutes, she fell asleep, breathing easily and softly. Quietly thanking God. We left her bed and went to the next room where her brother and sister also lay sick of the same fever. With these two, we prayed and they were healed too. The following day all three were well and in a week or so they brought me a little letter and a gift of gold, two sleeve links with my monogram, which I wore for many years. As I went away from the home where Christ as the Healer had been victorious, I could not but have somewhat in my heart of the triumphant song that rang through Heaven, and yet I was not a little amazed at my own strange doings, and still more at my discovery that He is just the same today.

Excerpt from the Sermons of John Alexander Dowie Champions of Faith by Gordon Lindsay

13 Comments

  • Philip Williams
    Reply April 12, 2019

    Philip Williams

    But within the church, more often sins must be first addressed, confessed, and forgiven. Then God will make the sick person well. The Scriptures are plain that God sends diseases and afflictions to correct his people.

  • Troy Day
    Reply April 12, 2019

    Troy Day

    This is A GOOD one I intend to examine most Pentecostal healers and their lists of miracles that actually occurred Philip Williams you may have known him personally being from his church – Link Hudson may have even attended one of his churches during his many childhood travels Who knows? I was thinking of mass healing evangelists and mass evangelists in America and I will post a question about it but first setting the stage – did anyone else did greater than Dowie? Did Graham? I think he came close but not really that close

    • Philip Williams
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Philip Williams

      Troy Day greater what?

    • Philip Williams
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Philip Williams

      In terms of documented healings, I would look closely at the ministry of AG Garr.

    • Philip Williams
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Philip Williams

      In terms of documented healings, I would look closely at the ministry of AG Garr.

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Troy Day

      Did AG Garr document Dowie’s healings?

    • Philip Williams
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Philip Williams

      Troy Day Parham also had some famous healings as the ones in Houston.

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Troy Day

      but NO one had as MANY as Dowie IMO

    • Philip Williams
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Philip Williams

      For the mid-century healing revivals, began with Little David Walker whose ministry birthed that movement.

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Troy Day

      I believe Dowie was before all of them as he died in 1907 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaCdQJfEN14

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Link Hudson

      I don’t think Philip Williams is old enough to have met John Dowie.

      I also do not believe I went to Chicago, even as a baby. His congregation is still there. Many years ago their website had some comments about church leadership that were against the very dominating sort, probably referring back to that guy that followed Dowie there in Zion whose name escapes me at the moment.

      John Sanford’s church still exist. Neither his church or the one founded by Dowie are Pentecostal. The offshoots of the movement started by Irving are not Pentecostal or Charismatic either.

      But I read somewhere that there were 500 Pentecostal preachers that had been in Zion Illinois. That may have just been the number that joined the Assemblies of God. So it must have had quite an influence on the culture of the movement. The A/G had former CMA, former Baptist, former Zion Illinois members.

    • Link Hudson
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Link Hudson

      Troy Day How do you know no one ‘had as many’ healings as Dowie? What about Wigglesworth or Bosworth or even some of the post-war evangelists? Oral Roberts may have laid hands on thousands. I recall him saying maybe 40% were healed in some meetings. Who was counting?

    • Troy Day
      Reply April 12, 2019

      Troy Day

      because I did ALL needed research on it recently I know my history and dont speculate with the bare facts

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