Healing Grace of Jesus Christ: Collection of Healing Stories

By George Bailey

Detail of events in each story of the healing glory of the true physician of the universe, the only healer of the world - Jesus Christ

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Dec 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798350911947

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Healing Grace of Jesus Christ

Collection of Healing Stories

©2023, George Bailey

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

ISBN: 979-8-35091-193-0

ISBN eBook: 979-8-35091-194-7

Contents

1. The First One

2. Little Boy with a Fever

3. Cancer Patient

4. Trip to Washington

5. Broken Heart

6. Little Girl & The Darkness Inside the Home

7. Little Boy & Voodoo

8. A Body Broken by Arthritis

9. Additional Various Healings

10. Conclusion

The First One

These attesting signs will accompany those who believe;

in My name, they will drive out demons, they will speak in new languages, they will pick up serpents, and if they drink anything deadly it will not hurt them. They will lay their hands on the sick and they will get well. (Mark 16:17–18)

My wife went on a retreat where generational curses were discussed. She liked the seminar so much that she inquired about future events. It turned out that they were giving a healing seminar during the winter months. So my wife signed me up. I thought, well, a healing retreat sounded good as my body really ached, and I set my focus on attending.

I never gave it much thought until the date arrived. And I was all packed and really ready to go. The drive was a few hours, but that made the anticipation and curiosity grow. As I was following the map and it led me to a dirt road, I thought this couldn’t be real, so I headed back to the main road to try again (maybe I missed a sign?). Yeah, that was it, I missed a turnoff. Well, the map again led me back to the dirt road. UUGGHHH! I tried driving the other way a bit longer, but that only made things worse. By now I was sure glad I had left very early as I turned around heading back to that dirt road. Now, however, I had serious thoughts of just going back home.

I noticed a gas station across the street and stopped in to ask if they had ever heard of the place—the retreat house—or the road I needed to be on. The young man was pleasant and extremely helpful. He was all smiles and said yes and led me to the door and pointed at the dirt road. He said to stay right on that dirt road and I’d find it clear as day. I thanked him and got back in my car and started to drive towards the dirt road, but as I waited for traffic to clear up, I took a glimpse in my rear-view mirror and saw that the gas station had closed. I thought this odd; I guess I had made it just before closing time. It was pretty dark inside. Maybe he was a fast closer.

Anyway, I got to the dirt road and drove a bit, thinking maybe the young man may have been mistaken. Just as the thought to turn back hit me, I saw the retreat house. It was just as he had explained—clear as day!

It was STILL early, so I checked in without much fanfare and was shown to my room: a single bed, chair and small desk, little dresser, an overhead lamp. The room was very clean though and the fresh paint on the walls was light blue with a white ceiling. Talk about small; this place was tiny compared to small. It had a door and little closet, but the door didn’t lock, which I again thought odd. A little window overlooked the courtyard. I hopped on the bed and found some terrible lumps. I giggled to myself thinking gladly how it was me here and not my wife. To this day I believe the story The Princess and the Pea was about her. This bed would not comfort her one bit.

I got settled in after ten whole minutes of exploring. I walked around the courtyard and saw stations off the cross and a nice fountain in the middle. But since it was late winter, it was closed. As I was wondering how it looked in the spring/summer months, a young voice said the fountain was soothing and the lamps inside made the water have different colors. I said, yeah, I could see it was pretty. I looked around and no one was near me. Whom was I talking to?

Now with the sun setting, it was growing colder, so I headed in and noticed the growing number of people checking in. I went straight into the dining room, where I met the priest leading the seminar. Our conversation was light, and he seemed focused on keeping his answers short, and somewhat scripted. By now others made their way into the dining room, and we all sat at this huge table. At first people made small talk—where are you from, how was the drive in, did you see how small the rooms are! But that quickly changed to what do you need healing for.

Most of the people were older than I, and I saw some really aching people—lots of arthritis and back/leg problems; one was even going blind. It was then that I started to feel small about my simple body aches compared to their bodies being contorted, and almost all walked with a very visible limp. I actually wondered then why I was here, Lord, when it’s clear these poor people were in terrible shape. I heard a small voice rise, saying they were here and so were you. I kept asking what that meant but never received an answer.

I had a light dinner, which was surprisingly delicious, and off to nightly mass. I really wanted to pray and wasted no time in doing so. After mass, I went back to my room and prayed some more. When it was past midnight, my eyes got heavy, so I turned in for the first night. We had a long day of activities tomorrow, including the healing prayers night.

In the morning, I went to breakfast and sat with a different group of people, who seemed to know one another; so I mostly listened. One lady was asking everyone why they came; one said to pray for their family, another had a son in serious trouble, and another was praying for