Spring has arrived.
Cherry blossom trees are coming into bloom.
Ten years ago Brendan and I were sitting, sobbing together under a cherry blossom tree outside the Lagan Valley hospital in Lisburn. We had just received confirmation that I had Malignant Colon Cancer.
On page 13 of Staying Alive Brendan writes,
“The nurse said you have a long hard road ahead of you. She mentioned, scans, tests, radiotherapy, chemotherapy and an operation”.
I had been bleeding for some time. I was too numb to take in the enormity of my situation. The doctors and nurses had a plan to help me, six weeks of chemotherapy and chemotherapy and then an operation to remove the tumour. This treatment could extend my life for a while. Few people survive for many years after colon cancer.
I continued with hospital appointments. Each day for five weeks I attended The City hospital in Belfast for chemotherapy treatment and radiotherapy. I didn’t suffer any side effects. Six weeks later the doctors called me to arrange an operation to remove the nine inch tumour. The treatment was just to reduce the tumour in preparation for the operation the doctors said. They were quite shocked when I told them I believe I was healed by God and I didn’t need an operation. They protested, Mrs Mc Cauley, “You don’t understand. The scans show the cancer has spread into the walls of your colon and surrounding tissue. We still need to operate.”
I said “I understand Doctor. I acknowledge your skills in helping me and your consern for me. I know my God, and I believe when he healed me he will have done a complete job and left no cancer behind.” The doctor did a colonoscopy and found no trace of the tumour. Instead the inside of my colon was like a baby’s skin. The doctor wrote out a letter to say he couldn’t find any tumour. I call this my certificate.
My testimony is that I was healed by the power of the name of Jesus and the power in his shed blood on the cross. In Isaiah the prophet said he was bruised for our transgressions. He was crushed for our iniquities and by his stripes I am healed. I remain healed today. I am not on any medication and I have regular scans which show there is no cancer in my body. I give thanks and praise to God Almighty.
I wish to acknowledge the prayers of many people, their faith that God heals today, their love and encouragement, the help of medical staff who showed care and kindness to help me in the early stages.
What God has done for me he can do for you. I am not a holy person but it is by faith in the power of the name of Jesus I am healed. I believe that Jesus heals today. Put your trust in Jesus. Seek him with all your heart. I pray for others to be healed. Come to him just as you are. He will never turn anyone away. Pour out your desires to God.
This morning I awoke to see London burning. A block of flats, 24 levels, were burning after six hours and could be seen a long distance away. Flames were gushing out windows.
Yesterday I was reading a prophesy from a lady from Bangor Northern Ireland. I tried to look for it this morning on Facebook but couldn’t find it.
She saw a picture of London Burning. She said there will be fires all over Great Britain and Northern Ireland. This will be a sign of revival these areas.
“Can anyone heal me of cancer?” I cried when I was diagnosed with malignant cancer.
It will be seven years this Easter Monday since I was diagnosed with Fourth Stage Bowel Cancer. Four months later the Doctor gave me a letter to declare the nine inch tumour in my colon was gone, “a clean bill of health.” I am healed in the name of Jesus. I am like the woman who touched the hem of Jesus garment in Jerusalem 2000 years ago.
Jesus walked through the towns and villages of Israel. He helped those who came to him because God gave him power to cast out demons and heal the sick. He annoyed the religious leaders and rulers of the day because the people followed him. He became a threat to their authority. They planned to kill him.
Jesus willingly faced death.
Judas, one of Jesus’ disciples, shared the last supper with him but after, betrayed him to the leaders. They arrested Jesus and condemned him to death. He was abandoned and alone. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter yet he didn’t open his mouth. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and familiar with suffering.
The guards mocked him and pierced his head with a crown of thorns, calling him King. They spat on him and crushed the crown of thorns deeper into his head with a staff. His blood flowed down his face and garment. He was pierced for my transgressions. For he bore my sin and made intercession for me. He took the anguish, guilt, fear and despair in my head on his.
They took him and opened up his back with thirty nine lashes from a leather leaded whip. By his wounds I am healed.
He carried a heavy wooden cross to Golgatha. Traces of blood left a trail on the ground. It was poured out for many. Jesus turned to women who were nearby and said “Don’t weep for me but weep for yourselves and your children.” These words echo down through the centuries to me as I pray for my children.
The soldiers hammered nails into Jesus hands and feet and crucified him with two others. He gave up his spirt saying “It is finished.” A soldier came and pierced Jesus side with a spear , bringing a sudden flow of water and blood. They will look on the one that has pierced. He poured his life unto death and was numbered with transgressors.
“At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split and the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life.
When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!””
Matthew 27:51-52, 54 NIV
Easter is celebrated next Sunday throughout the nations. Why is it remembered every year? It is a tradition that has been handed down through generations because Jesus told his disciples to remember his death.
“For I received from the Lord what I also passed on to you: The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me.” For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lordʼs death until he comes.”
1 Corinthians 11:23-26 NIV
This week I am celebrating that Jesus is alive and he has caused me to stay alive. His is the only grave that is empty. It is there in Jerusalem for all to see. He arose from the grave. He appeared to his disciples and showed them his hands and his feet. “Touch me. A ghost does not have flesh and bones.” After, he was taken up into heaven. There he is seated as he prophesied, “From now on the Son of Man will be seated at the right hand of Almighty God.”
Jesus commissioned his disciples to do the same things he did while he was on earth, forgive sins and heal the sick, using the power of his name, Jesus. Now he can reach to the ends of the earth to forgive sin and heal diseases by his spirit.
I know there is power in the blood that Jesus shed through his suffering. I plead the Blood of Jesus over me and it protects me from all harm.
May The Lord Jesus open your eyes to recognise Jesus in the breaking of Bread and drinking of the Wine this Easter. May he open your mind to understand the Scriptures.
“Can anyone heal me of cancer” I said seven years ago. I thought God wasn’t listening. He heard my cry and today I am healed.
Words in Italics are from Isaiah 53.
In earlier years some children left home for university and others were still at home. At holiday times those at university would return home to Ireland with their luggage. They would have to find a spare bed or share with others for the duration of the holidays. We all had to adjust to being in close proximity again.
When children leave they have more space in their new surroundings. So returning to a confined space stretched their patience and they had to sacrifice their own comfort. They usually were stressed out after exams at university and tired after all the activity student life demands. They would crash in bed and sleep late.
I had other expectations. I looked forward to their company and some help to give me a break from working in the home. Instead I had more work to do, more cooking and shopping. Home was somewhere for them to get their batteries recharged. My batteries were running out.
In my dilemma I would get frustrated with the children and made demands they were not able to meet. Children would get frustrated with each other and disputes would have to be settled. All this was too much for me. I would call on my husband to talk to any child who was misbehaving and settle disputes between me and the children, or between each other.
Brendan had his work cut out. He called these times “Norming and Storming.” The children were disciplined and reconciled. Often I felt disciplined when I had to be reconciled to my own children. The father has the ability to do this for his family. He can bring unity. While living together as a big family we had to get on with each other and forgive each other. We had to go through the process each time we were together.
Despite all the Norming and Storming at the beginning, holidays always turned out to be refreshing times when we could spend time together at meals and at play. My husband and I were stretched at these times. When everyone left we needed to take a break ourselves to forget about our troubles and spend time together.
When any group of people get together to do a task, they have to take time to know one another. Each one’s skills and gifts are needed in the Christian life to help each other. I needed others to help me get healed. Someone with the gift of healing helped, another with the gift of prophecy encouraged, a deliverer, the doctors, nurses, family and friends were all needed to love me back to health. God works through people. We are his hands and feet. That is why it is important to get on with each other and forgive each other.
We make up the Body of Christ. Where brothers dwell together in unity The Lord commands a blessing.
“How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity!
It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the Lord bestows his blessing, even life forevermore.” (Psalm 133:1, 3 NIV)
Twenty one years ago I had my baby Abraham, my thirteenth child. He was born in the middle of August. We were invited to a Christian Summer Camp in Wicklow, Ireland, the third week of August. Abraham was only a few days old when we set off for a holiday. I did not want our family to miss the holiday before they went back to school in September. I believe having a family holiday is so important. The parents are away from work and all can spend time together in a relaxed environment. It is a time to make memories that will be recollected later on dark days.
We sent off with the new baby and nine other young children in our yellow van. We were warmly welcomed by friends at the camp site. Other mothers wanted to see my new born baby. They couldn’t believe I came after giving birth a few days before. The adventure was worth it. There was family and friends around to help. There were games arranged for children in the mornings. There were parks to play in under supervision.
We rented two caravans. My daughters helped me. Visitors called to see the baby.
My boys loved the outdoor activities. They could let off steam and expend their energies in a safe environment. One of my sons fell and knocked his head. He was slightly dazed. My husband and I agreed not to take him to hospital and prayed for him. If he got any worse we would go to hospital. We were staying in the middle of the country a long way from the nearest hospital in Dublin. I did not like the thought of a long drive to the hospital and the disruption to our holiday. I believed my son would be alright according to the Word of God.
I remembered Psalm 91
If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. (Psalm 91:9-12 NIV)
I prayed and trusted God that no disaster would come near us in our tent/ caravan. My son had a good night’s sleep and was alert and his normal self in the morning. God healed any pain my son had. He went out to play as usual. We had a great holiday.
God our Father and Jesus promise that if we obey him he will bless us and protect us under his wings.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” (Psalm 91:1-2 NIV)
I would have been a nervous wreck if I was worried about my children. I learnt to trust God. I was not in control. I trusted God to look after my family.
We learnt from a family who came to stay in our town. The parents let the children run, play, climb trees and scale walls. Some of us in Ireland can be afraid to let children out of their sight. Perfect love casts out fear.
Each Tuesday I intend to write a testimony about what the living God has done for me or people I know. Today I want to tell a story about a lady from Nove Mesto Nad Vahom in Slovakia who had cancer.
I was invited to tell my story about having fourteen children and how God healed me of Cancer in a school in that town. I talked in a High School to children aged from fourteen years to eighteen years old.
It was a bit formidable at first, standing before a crowd of children and their teachers. I remembered that over the years I had to interact with my own teenage boys and girls just like the audience before me. I was not afraid.
When I told them I had fourteen children I got their attention. I went on to tell them about my family, my children just like them, praying for me to be healed of Cancer. Jesus said to pray to the Father in his name and the Father would answer their prayers.
“Very truly I tell you, my Father will give you whatever you ask in my name.” (John 16:23 NIV)
I encouraged them to help and pray for their parents, just like my children did for me. I blessed the school children and gave them a copy of my book, Staying Alive.
Six young people stayed behind and asked me to pray for them. One of the young ladies began to cry. She told me her mother was going into hospital the next day for an operation for Cancer. I prayed for her mother and asked the Father in Jesus name to heal her just as he had healed me.
Two months later I received an email from the young lady. She told me her mother was pregnant and the doctors could not believe it. When one has Cancer and undergoes treatment, one of the side effects is infertility. The doctors warned her there could be abnormality with the child. A healthy strong baby boy was born some months later.
The mother went for tests to check for Cancer later. She got the all clear. The doctors were amazed. This mother is enjoying life with her new baby boy. Jesus promises to give us life and give it more abundantly.
The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. (John 10:10 KJV)
I tell this story to give Glory to God who is healing people today. Jesus, when he was on Earth healed people of all diseases. As God has comforted me and my family, he wants to do the same for others.
Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; (2 Corinthians 1:3 KJV)
who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. (2 Corinthians 1:4 NIV)
People often ask why I quote the scriptures. I believe the Scriptures are the inspired Word of God and I repeat what God says. I give testiment to the fulfilment of what God has said. His Word promises that he will answer our prayers to heal and he does. It is not in my power this lady was healed. It was through the power of the name of Jesus.
What God, the Creator of the Universe has done for me and this lady from Nove Mesto Nad Vahom, he can do for you.