Part 7
"Dave Robertson"

Throughout the first week of my chemotherapy treatment, my church (By His Word Christian Center)was holding a Ministry Conference. One of the pastors teaching at this conference was a man by the name of Dave Robertson. Dave is a well-respected pastor throughout the United States and would visit our church regularly. I was scheduled to play in the band on Wednesday night, the night that Dave was going to be preaching. Throughout my chemotherapy treatment I still played in the church band. I tried to make every rehearsal and Sunday morning performance that I could. Most of the time I was sick while I was there and usually threw up a couple times before I got there. Tonight was no exception. After I was done with my 8 hours of chemotherapy I went to church at 6:00pm. During our pre-service prayer time, the choir and band prayed for me. For some of them, it was the first time they heard about my illness. I played for the music service, and after we were done playing, I sat down with my parents. Dave taught a good service that night. When he was done preaching, he started the healing portion of the service. Dave is known for his healing powers, and I was aware of it, but I had never actually been healed. When he was going around the sanctuary praying for people, my pastor, Jann Butler, got out of his seat and said something to Dave. I saw them pointing at me. After a few seconds, Pastor Jann called my name and asked me to come up with my family. Everyone in the sanctuary turned around and looked at me. I stood up and began walking to the front of the sanctuary, with my bald-head and all. As I was walking, my pastor explained to the church my current situation. I finally got to the front and stood in front of Dave Robertson. I remember feeling really hot when I was up there. Dave looked at me and asked if I was feeling any pain in my lungs. Now, I hadn’t told my parents or anyone this before, but I was having trouble breathing. Especially when I was playing my sax. I was fine when I took little breathes, but when I tried to breathe in deep I felt pain in my lungs. I told him that I did. He shook his head "yes" and began to pray for me. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. As he was praying I could feel my legs getting really wobbly and a lot of heat in my body. Then all of a sudden he yelled “In the name of Jesus!” and gave me a stiff arm to my chest. I stepped back a step from the blow. He told me to breathe in, deep. I did. “Did you feel anything”, he said? I shook my head “no”. He told me to breathe in deep again. I did. Still, no pain. I heard everyone clapping behind me. He prayed for me some more and when he was finished I sat back down with my family. Since that day, I have not felt any pain in my lungs.

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