This testimony of praise came in from a family who attends the Branham Tabernacle and also works here at VGR. Their five year old son had begun to lose his hearing without any explanation. They took him to a local doctor, who prescribed the necessary medication to address the problem. This prescription turned out not to be needed, as they would have the prescription they needed from the Great Physician.

Jackson, for a 5 year old, is really well behaved. He usually listens, he minds, he is just a good boy. But everything changed a couple of weeks ago. We had to tell him several times to do something, and we had to holler at him to get him to do it.

One night this past week, I was talking to Jackson and realized there might be something wrong. So I had him stand and face my wife. I stood behind him and called his name several times. There was no response. My wife asked him, “Jackson, didn’t you hear Daddy?” When he turned around, he had tears in his eyes, and said to me, “I’m sorry Daddy, I no hear you.”

That Friday morning, I took him to the doctor. They said both ears were full of fluid, and when they ran a test, the results showed it was the same as having both eardrums busted. He couldn’t hear anything unless you talked really loud. They prescribed him two weeks worth of antibiotics. He took them Friday night, twice on Saturday, and once on Sunday morning.

During the service Sunday morning, I put my hands on his ears and prayed for him during the prayer line on the tape. After service we were outside fixing to leave to go eat, when I saw Brother Joseph talking to a family, and something said to me to ask him to pray for Jackson. I hate bothering him, but this was a very strong feeling. So I was standing there holding Jackson, a pretty good distance away, when Brother Joseph turned and walked straight to me. I asked him if he would pray for Jackson, and he pulled Jackson to him and said a short prayer.

As we were driving to eat, I was talking to my wife. Jackson started responding to our conversation. At the restaurant, he was playing with all the other children that were there and was acting fine. As we left the restaurant and were driving down the road, I said something to him as he sat in the back seat and he responded, “Daddy, why are you talking so loud?” We had a celebration right there in the truck. For confirmation, we stopped at the store and I stood behind him and whispered his name real softly, he turned and said, “Yes Daddy?” That morning was his last dose of antibiotic. He didn’t need it anymore. The Great Physician prescribed something much better for him.

We are not worthy of His mercy and grace.

God bless you all, and thank you for what you do to get us closer to going home time.

Brother Sam