After that seminar, we went on a missions trip to Romania an, on this trip, we saw God open the eyes of a blind woman. We also saw three lame people walk again and a woman healed of breast cancer. After forty healings, we stopped counting them. More than forty people got saved. End of quote.
My Master? Numerous Are Similar Accounts To This One You Led Me To Read …?
For a while it used to make feel bad because I did not have such powers as they described. But today? Right at this moment? Wow! Clearly You spoke Your words to jolt my good senses.
Matthew 7:17-23 AMPC+
Even so, every healthy (sound) tree bears good fruit [N1worthy of admiration], but the sickly (decaying, worthless) tree bears bad (worthless) fruit.
(A good (healthy) tree cannot bear bad (worthless) fruit, nor can a bad (diseased) tree bear excellent fruit [worthy of admiration].
Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and cast into the fire.
Therefore, you will fully know them by their fruits.
Not everyone who says to Me, Master, Master, will enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father Who is in heaven.
Many will say to Me on that day, Master, Master, have we not prophesied in Your name and driven out demons in Your name and done many mighty works in Your name?
And then I will say to them openly (publicly), I never knew you; depart from Me, you who act wickedly disregarding My commands. [Psa_6:8]
Psalms 6:1-10 AMPC+
To the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set [possibly] an octave below. A Psalm of David. O MASTER, rebuke me not in Your anger nor discipline and chasten me in Your hot displeasure.
Have mercy on me and be gracious to me, O Master, for I am weak (faint and withered away); O Master, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
My [inner] self [as well as my body] is also exceedingly disturbed and troubled. But You, O Master, how long [until You return and speak peace to me]?
Return [to my relief], O Master, deliver my life; save me for the sake of Your steadfast love and mercy.
For in death there is no remembrance of You; in Sheol (the place of the dead) who will give You thanks?
I am weary with my groaning; all night I soak my pillow with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping.
