A Case of Healing by O. L. STILLMAN

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 2, 1909

A Case of Healing

By O. L. STILLMAN

O. L. STILLMAN

The Great Physician is the healer of both soul and body, ever ready, willing, and able to heal now as when upon earth two thousand years ago. He is the same “yesterday, and to-day, and forever,” No case has ever yet baffled his skill. Scores of instances are recorded in the Bible of his unfailing power to heal and save. All praise to his dear name forever.

For the encouragement of the afflicted, and for the glory of God, I here present my testimony:—

I reside in Lincklaen Center, N. Y.; was born Jan. 14, 1836, being seventy-one years of age at the time the accident occurred to which I shall refer. On Aug. 20, 1907, while finishing haying, as I was getting onto the load, I took hold of the standard, which broke, throwing me over backward onto the whiffletree, and under the horses' heels, the standard falling over onto their backs. The horses, badly frightened, ran, hauling the load over both my limbs and over my stomach, breaking the third rib on my right side. My arm was broken above the elbow, with a second break about half-way up, and another in the shoulder, the latter causing the shoulder to drop down in front. One of the horses kicked me upon the right temple, and I was dragged about ten rods. My companion, and a little girl passing by, gave the alarm to two men, who carried me into the house, and telephoned four miles for a doctor. He came within half an hour, and with the aid of the two men, set the shoulder, put splints onto my arm, and dressed the wounds on my head and body. The doctor said I would have to lie in bed about nine weeks. He came three times during the five days I lay there. Nearly the whole of the fifth night I spent praying for deliverance, and at daylight, the Holy Spirit seemed to speak to me, and told me to get up and call my wife to take the bandaged splints off from my arm. When she asked if I was crazy, I simply told her that I had been talking with the Lord. (O, praise his dear name!) Well, to make the story short, the arm was freed; I raised it up over my head, put on my coat, went out and milked my cow with both hands, and did other chores. The next day my wife and I went by railroad to Binghamton, and visited for a week. We then returned home, and I went about my farm labors as usual. I have not suffered from the broken arm or the other wounds even to the present time, although more than two years have passed since the accident.

Now at the age of seventy-three, I am still hale and hearty, and trusting the Lord and his power to save, looking for his glorious appearing and soon-coming kingdom here upon earth.