Multiple Healing Miracles

Moody Abraham
Psalms 40:5
Many, O Lord my God, are thy wonderful works, which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward.….if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

I was born and brought up in a small village in South India. My parents named me Moody. Even though my father was a schoolteacher, he spent most of his time preaching to the people about the love and saving grace of Jesus Christ. My parents taught me about the love of Jesus Christ and the importance of living a life that is pleasing to Him. I knew the love of Jesus Christ and accepted him into my life when I was nine years of age. Ever since I made that decision, the devil was after me. He has tried to destroy me several times. One day, it was a very hot summer afternoon; my parents told one of our workers to clean our open- well. The well was about thirty- five feet deep. The worker was emptying water, tying a bucket on the end of a long rope. He was pulling the water for a long time and because of a good spring under the well, he was not getting anywhere. I told him to tie another bucket on the other end of the rope and I will climb into the well, you pull one bucket up and I will fill the other with water. He thought that would be a good idea. I climbed into the well after talking to my father about the idea. While I was filling one bucket, somehow, the other bucket got stuck on the pulley on top. The movement of the rope made the bucket to fall on to my head. I didn’t feel the pain because of the shock. I thought everything was spinning around me. My dad climbed down on a ladder and took me out from the well. In a few minutes, I regained my conscience. The whole neighborhood was on our front yard, by the time I got to the top of the well. My dad knew I was in trouble. My skull was fractured by the impact of the bucket. He knew if blood gets into my brain, it could cause death or permanent damage. He prayed for me and stuck a bandage right over the fracture to keep the blood from seeping into my brain. In an hour, I was in the surgery room in a hospital. The doctor told my dad after the surgery that it does not look very good. If he makes it through a week, he will be fine. Every night my dad knelt by my hospital bed and prayed for me. After a week, Dr. Benjamin, the surgeon came to my room. He had a smile on his face. He told my dad that I would be fine. God saved me from that terrible accident.

Two years later, I got sick. I had boils all over my body, from head to toe. I was in pain I couldn’t lay down on the bed, I couldn’t bend any of my joints, I couldn’t hold anything with my fingers. My dad was in a Seminary in North India. My aunt took me to different local doctors. They gave me medicines to drink and to apply to my skin. Taking a shower was almost impossible. When I took a shower, blood started to come out of the boils. I knew how Job felt. My aunt took me to a hospital. The doctor said I have nephritis- infection of the kidneys. The doctors, husband and wife, were relatives of ours. They were kind to me. They tried everything to make me feel better. Nothing worked. I knew the end was near. My aunt, Sara, put my head on her lap and prayed and I felt the teardrops falling on me. She knew she was about to lose her nephew. I was getting weak. Someone suggested to my aunt to take me to a bigger hospital. I told her, “I don’t want to go to another hospital. I just want to go home and die peacefully in my own bed.” I didn’t have a choice. My loved ones took me to a modern hospital with all the latest medical equipment and doctors whom are trained in western hospitals. One couple, they were both doctors, Dr. Joseph and Susy, visited me everyday. They showed special interest in my well being. I later found that they didn’t have children of their own. I spent almost a month in that hospital, nothing happened. While I was in the hospital, my father was studying in a Bible Seminary. He had a dream one night. He saw that I was really sick and I was saying, ‘I want to see my father before I die.’ The next morning, he left his Seminary to see me. When he came, I was really sick. He talked to the specialists. They said I would need new kidneys. My kidneys were damaged because of the infection. There was only one hospital in South India that did kidney transplant at that time. It was too far and we couldn’t afford the expensive surgery. My dad took me home and he, along with my mother and a few believers, started praying for me. God completely healed me. The devil failed to get me. Our family moved to the U.S.

God saved me several times from bad accidents. One time I was driving from Washington DC to Oklahoma with another family. It was around 2:00 A.M. We were all very tired. I went to sleep while I was driving. I saw a dream that the car was going into a deep ditch on the side of the road. That bad dream woke me right up. When I woke up, my car was already in the shoulder. I looked to the right there was a deep ditch. In a second, I would have been in the ditch along with the others. God was there to help me. I went to Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania to do rafting, in Youghiogheny river. The river runs through the mountains of Western Pennsylvania. We had fun in the rubber raft going over strong rapids all morning. Late in the afternoon, after lunch, we all decided to swim in the river. I can swim, but I am not an expert swimmer. Somehow, I got into a whirlpool. Next thing I knew, I was going around and around deep inside the river. I tried everything to come out. I knew I was trying in vain to come out. God saved me from there. God gave me an idea. Instead of trying to go up, I went down to the bottom and crawled a few feet away from the whirlpool. Once I was away from the whirlpool, I got out in no time. The devil failed again.

Another problem I had was psoriasis. It was really bad. I went to several skin specialists for treatment. One time I went to see one of the best skin specialists in the country. He looked at my affected area and said it’s only going to get worse. He said I have to live with this condition rest of my life. I came home and asked the greatest physician, Jesus Christ, for help, He cured the psoriasis problem completely.

When my wife Lali was pregnant with our second child, she complained about pain in the backside of her stomach. I took her to the hospital. They ran some tests and couldn’t find anything. Finally, one doctor said she might have kidney stones. Drink a lot of fluids and she would be fine. By the next morning, her condition got worse. Her stomach was getting big and she was getting very sick. They tried very hard to find the cause of the problem. While I was standing outside my wife’s room, a doctor came that way. He just started to talk with me. I told him about my wife. He asked me if he could take a look at my wife. I gave him permission. God sent that doctor there at that time. He listened to Lali’s stomach area with his stethoscope. He told me that he could hear the sound of fluid dripping inside her stomach. He said, “I need to open her up and find out where the problem was.” By then, Lali was turning blue and her stomach was getting bigger by the hour. Dr. Tyagi said that if we open her up I might lose my child. When I saw the condition of my wife I said go ahead and do the surgery. It was late in the afternoon. They took her into the operating room. My brother Finney and I were waiting in the waiting room. Around 9:00 P.M., one of the doctors, Dr. Indu Mital came out of the surgery room. She said, “I have bad news for you. Your wife has acute pancreatitis, infection of the pancreas. (The sound of dripping fluid that Dr. Tyagi mentioned was the fluid coming out of her pancreas.) Moody, you are going to lose your wife. She is going to die either tonight or

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