Relentless: A 5-Day Guide To Discovering God's Faithfulness Намуна

The Holy Spirit had set Connie and me along a path of understanding supernatural healing. And just in the nick of time, because in January 2017—eighteen months after the all-clear from Dr. Schaeffer—during a routine quarterly MRI scan, something lit up among the lymph nodes in my pelvic area.

Would it be chemo? Radiation? More surgery? I was gripped by a more intense fear than any I had faced even in the darkest moments of my cancer battle in 2015. It was a fear that would regularly test my faith in the path of divine healing that I had just recently set upon with Connie. It would also test my faith in the medicine that, to date, I had relied upon and given credit to for saving my life.

Fortunately, Connie and I had acquired new weapons for this fight, and we had received serious training for how to use them. We had learned that most people, in attempting to exercise the authority of Jesus as Scripture describes in Mark 11:23, speak to God about their mountain instead of speaking to their mountain about God. So we had begun to think and act differently. We understood that there was a better way to pray. We exercised our authority over the thoughts that came into our minds, and we spoke to the ailment itself. For example, if the problem was pain, we said, “Pain, in the name of Jesus, I command you to leave my body.”

I was learning this lesson firsthand, from my own experience, because even though I was walking further and further down the path of divine healing, I was still periodically trying to twist God’s arm to force Him to take this cancer from me. And if it wasn’t God Himself I was begging, it was the god of modern medicine to whom, in the first half of 2017, I was giving more (or most) of my faith.

I knew that I could pray the better way. I could speak to the pain, to the cancer, to the infirmity, in the name of Jesus. I also felt I could not give half of my heart to science and half to the Word. As they say, when you sit in the middle of the road, that’s when you get run over.

At some point, I was going to have to make a choice. The question was not if, only when.