Divine Deliverance

By Gayle Jackson

A republication of Divine Deliverance as printed in 1951 by Rev. Gayle Jackson. This edited version is formatted for easy readability without changing the original text. 

“Answers many questions you may have wondered about. Such as: What is faith? How does faith come? Will God heal sinners?” The Voice of Healing, October 1951. 

Gayle Jackson was named one of the “most powerful soul savers of the twentieth century.” Look Magazine July 1951. 


Divine Deliverance begins with an overview of Gayle Jackson’s life story. Nine additional chapters are transcribed from actual sermons preached by the Evangelist. Testimonies of divine healing are recorded in the latter pages.

“I preached Healing: but oh, thank God! I can report to you that, at this writing, thousands are being saved, and as many as 500 in one night have received the Baptism of the Holy Ghost, plus the thousands that are being healed of all manner of disease. 
Thank God! He is confirming His Word. The blind see! The deaf hear! The cripples walk! Cancers die, and all manner of sickness leaves as this great Sign-gift, Salvation, Divine Healing Revival moves on!” ~ Gayle Jackson, Divine Deliverance 1951

 

This book is protected by the original copyright. It is reprinted by permission of Marie Jackson.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Empowered Publications Inc
• Release date: May 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9780990954293

Gayle Jackson

Gayle Jackson has completed many bible studies with Walter Henrichsen and holds the desire that everyone be able to do personal Bible study.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

The Life Story of Evangelist Gayle Jackson

Chapter Two

Healing as Taught in the Bible; A Sermon

Chapter Three

What Is Faith?

Chapter Four

How Does Faith Come?

Chapter Five

Who Gives Faith?

Chapter Six

He Hath Given Us All Things

Chapter Seven

Will God Heal Sinners?

Chapter Eight

The Compassion of Christ

Chapter Nine

Submit Your All to God

Chapter Ten

Neglect Not

Divine

Deliverance

For The Human Race

As provided by the Death and

Atonement of The Lord Jesus Christ

and

Manifested in the Divine Healing Ministry of

Evangelist Gayle Jackson

in the 20th Century.

Stenographically Recorded From Actual Sermons

Preached by the Evangelist.

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© 1951 Gayle Jackson

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All Rights Reserved by the Author’s heirs under the original copyright.

All scripture texts are taken from the King James Version.

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Chapter One

The Life Story of Evangelist Gayle Jackson

It was a small town in the central part of Missouri that I was born, on the first day of August, 1913. Into a very humble home I came, the third child in a family of nine children, eight living, one dead. It was in this part of Missouri that I spent most of my boyhood days.

God Speaks to My Heart at the Age of Nine

It was at the tender age of nine that God began to speak to my heart about my life’s work. At that time my parents were unsaved, so both they and other relatives misunderstood my feelings. Father had not made a profession of faith, and mother was a nominal member of the Baptist church; neither of them had experienced conversion and they failed to instruct their children in spiritual things. But let me pause to say that outside of the fact that my parents were not Christians, no boy on earth was ever blessed with sweeter or more precious parents. At the time of writing, Mother has been gone for many years, but my father is still alive and active for all his 73 years.

Time cannot dim the scenes of yester year—when I was a little boy at mother’s knee—or when I was running across the yard to meet a tired, but smiling daddy, returning home after a hard day’s work. As I would meet him at the gate, he would pick me up in his arms and caress me. Little did my father know that in those childhood days of mine, God was speaking to me and revealing to me that I had been chosen of the Lord to be specially used in His service.

I well remember when my father and mother would ask me, Gayle, what are you going to be when you grow up? And they would laugh heartily when in my sincerity, I would always answer, A preacher. I knew even then that I was called to preach. I can say from experience that God does speak to children, and it is never wise to discourage a child of spiritual desires, regardless of its age. God, at that moment, may be raising up one who will lead thousands to Christ.

Well do I remember never to be forgotten school days—days that I spent as any other normal child? I received my education in a rural grade school, and later a rural high school in central Missouri. During those days God kept speaking to my heart about my life’s work! Whenever the teacher would ask us what we would be when we grew up, I always would answer, a preacher. The other boys and girls would laugh at my answer. I suppose that the laugh was quite in order, though, for by this time I was getting to be quite a mischievous little lad. But regardless of what I did, there was still that voice constantly speaking to my heart, I have chosen you. Always, I wanted to attend church and Sunday school. My parents hardly ever attended, nor was it compulsory that I go, but I always wanted to go. Therefore, on Sunday mornings, before mother’s death, I would be up, and with her help, getting ready for Sunday school. My brothers and sisters rarely would go with me, and I still remember my mother waving from the doorway, as I would skip off alone to the church.

Conversion

Believe it or not, friends, God walked and talked with me as I made that Sunday morning journey to Sunday school. The world will never know what those visits meant to me. It was along that little dusty path on Sunday mornings, that I received my first impressions of God’s plan and destiny of my life. I was not converted yet, though I wanted to be, but I felt I was too young. But as God continued to speak to me, I became very conscious of my sins and prayed often each day. God’s presence caused me to be interested in religion, and I attended all the revivals that came near our home. It was at one of these revivals that God spoke to my heart, and I went to the altar and was definitely converted.

The revival came to a close, but as there were no regular church services, one by one the converts began to drift back into their old ways. Soon I was among those that had gotten into a backslidden state. However, I was never the same after my conversion and the desire for God in my heart was only intensified.

A Great Sorrow Comes

For the next three years of my life, I was just up and down as far as my spiritual life was concerned. Then came the greatest sorrow that ever came to our little home. The dark picture is painted on my memory as no artist could paint it. The sickness, conversion, and death of my mother.

It was in the early winter of 1927. One evening, about an hour after sundown, my mother had placed the steaming supper on the table and called the family in to eat it. The meal was excellent and all of us children enjoyed her cooking. I can see her now as she stood by the table and instead of taking her seat as usual, she told Father and us to go ahead. She complained of being ill, and said she wouldn’t eat. As far as I know, mother never again sat down with us to eat another meal. She went to bed and the family physician was called. He carefully examined Mother, then shook his head and announced that mother had contracted double bronchial pneumonia. Eleven days later my mother passed away.

During the illness that preceded her death, Mother sought God. She called for the Christians to pray for her, and she was gloriously saved. After her conversion, she had a sweet vision of heaven, which lingered for hours. With a very rational mind, Mother described to us the beautiful scenes she was seeing in heaven. She told us she would soon be there. She described a beautiful stairway leading from her window into heaven, and she would not allow anyone to stand by the window and shut out the view.

Just before she left us, she called my father and gave him final instructions concerning the children she was leaving behind. There were eight of us, the eldest being about fifteen years old, and the youngest five months. One of the remarks stamped so indelibly upon my memory was that made by Mother to Father. She said, Charley, do you want me to stay here and help you bring up our children, or shall I go on to heaven? As it is, the way is clear, not one thing in the way. But if I did stay here there might be some little thing about the size of that (measuring the tip of her finger) that would get in my way and I would be lost.

That was a question he couldn’t answer. My father loved my mother supremely, and with a tear stained face and a broken heart he turned from her. This incident made a lasting impression upon my life. One little thing can keep us out of heaven!

He Loses His Mother

Next, my Mother called me to her. I was her little tousled headed boy, who loved his mother beyond everything. Out of eight children, I was the only one she called to her. She knew how I had always felt, and she took my hand in her hands and looked up into my face and said, Gayle, you will meet Mother in heaven, won’t you? Through my tears and with a choking voice I said, Yes, mother. Then she released my hand and turned away. The next news I heard was, Gayle, your mother is gone. My heart was broken and I could hardly stand the thought. But today I can see through it all. And I will keep that promise that I made to Mother, to meet her in heaven, where death, sin, and sickness never come. The passing of Mother left me very quiet, and caused me to think more deeply of my life’s call.

As time went on, my father moved to another part of the country, feeling that the change would be good for us all. In our new home in southern Missouri, father began to allow us more liberty, and his hand of restraint was lifted, to a great extent, thinking he was being kind to us. He loved us and wanted to be good to us. We realized this, too, so I took advantage of this new liberty, (as most children do), and became a very sinful child, so that by the time I was 18 years old, I had drifted into the depths of sin.

But during this period of drifting, God would constantly remind me of my calling, and the promise I had made to my dying mother. I made many promises to God and read the Bible frequently because I knew that someday I would need Biblical knowledge to carry out the plan of God for my life.

Converted in Missouri Revival

About three years went by since we had moved to Southern Missouri. Then, the news was spread that a great revival was in progress at Kennett, Mo. This was above five miles from where we lived. The hunger in my heart for God led me to this revival, where God made it plain to me that my hour had come. I was now 18 years of age, almost 19. I attended the revival night after night. I listened to the young Evangelist as he preached most earnestly. I thought of my promise to Mother, and also of God’s plan for my life. I knew that when I gave my heart to God I must begin preaching. No one knew what was going on in my heart.

Each night as people streamed to the altar, I would stand and try to fight off conviction in my heart. I rushed to the altar, confessed my sins, promised God that I would preach, and was gloriously converted. About 40 days later, God filled me with the mighty Baptism of the Holy Ghost.

Beginning of Ministry

I did not wait any longer. From that hour, I began preaching in school houses, on street corners, and in the church where I was converted. Those were days of Heaven on earth. My heart and soul were aflame with the Power of the Holy Ghost, and I felt happy at last that I was in the will of God.

You’ll Be Back in a Week

My first call to hold a revival was to Memphis, Tenn. I felt a little shaky, but I knew that God had called me and would go with me. So, off I went to Memphis to preach a revival. I bade my father goodbye, and told him that I was going off to preach. He laughed and said, You’ll be back in a week, but it has been almost 22 years now, and I’ve never been back home yet, only on a short visit. I have been actively engaged in the Lord’s work for almost 22 years, with a full time ministry. Not once has God ever failed me in any way. Though I have failed Him, no man ever desired to please Him more than I. God has been with me all along the way. He has been my everything. I never knew the blessing of a good pastor, as I immediately began preaching when I was saved. I leaned on God for my teaching. I knelt before Him and buried my face in His Holy Word, and asked Him to teach me by His Spirit. I found in the Bible a scripture that says: If any man lack wisdom, let him ask God, who giveth to all men liberally and upbraideth not. So I sought God and He blessed me and gave me great revivals. My first revival was a great meeting under a large tent with many saved and filled. This thrilled my soul and made me to know that God was with me, as I had few if any, natural talents, except to speak as God directed me.

Life’s Greatest Blessing—My Wife

It was in the Memphis revival that God gave to me the greatest blessing of my life, my precious wife and helpmeet. It was a little humorous how my marriage came about, as I, with boldness, declared from the pulpit that I was not interested in the girls, and would appreciate it if they would just let me alone. But one night the pastor announced that a certain young lady would sing. She stepped up and sang a very beautiful song, entitled, Love Found a Way to Redeem My Soul. That very night God said to me, That is to be your wife, so the very next day found me knocking on Evelyn’s door. I simply went in and told her what I had come for. We had a short courtship of about two weeks and were married. Twenty two years have passed and I feel surer today than ever before that God spoke to me that night and gave to me my life companion in the work of God. I do not have words or space to express all that my wife has meant to me in the work of the Lord, and to my life’s happiness. Suffice it to say that she has meant everything to my ministry. My first revival came to a close with results far beyond my expectations. I suppose that I felt as the Disciples felt when they returned to the Master, rejoicing because devils were subject to them. So with my God given companion by my side, and believing that I was in the center of His will, we moved on to our next engagement. This was a little city about seventy miles north of Memphis, known as Dyersburg, Tennessee. A large Gospel tent had been erected for our campaign. It was a great sight to see the tent packed out, with hundreds standing around it each night, unable to find a seat, but the great thrill of my heart was to see the weary, sin burdened men, women, and children coming to Christ each night as the invitation was extended. Many knelt at the old fashioned altar and found Christ precious to their life after listening to my very simple, but God anointed messages. From this point, we moved on into several cities and states, God going before us, and standing with us to confirm His Word.

Little Marie

Here, at this time, I would like to mention the sweetest blessing that ever came to our home. My wife and I had been married a year when we adopted Little Marie. We took her from the St. Peter’s Orphanage at Memphis, Tennessee, where she had been placed as an infant. Marie is my wife’s sister. She is the fifth child in their family, and her mother died when she was born. My wife was the oldest child, being only fourteen years old