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Dying Healed

Older Woman hugging DaughterBy Kenneth E. Hagin


After a morning service in one of our seminars, my wife reminded me that while we were pastoring, we never buried one of our church members. I checked the records and saw that over the 12-year period we pastored, I only had five or six funerals. And those were for relatives of people who attended our church, or for former members who left before I became pastor.


Don’t misunderstand me. I realize that people are going to live out their lives. If Jesus tarries His coming, people will go home to be with the Lord. But they don’t have to die with sickness and disease.

In one church we pastored, our pianist came to Oretha and me and told us that her mother was dying of cancer. The doctors had given her mother 10 days to live. When I went to see her mother, she said, “Brother Hagin, I’m 82, and I’ve suffered with this cancer. Just leave me alone and let me die.” I told her, “I’m not going to do that. Let God heal you and then die if you want to. But don’t die like this, not with sickness and disease.”

We laid hold of her spirit and wouldn’t let her go. We kept her here long enough that we finally got enough Word into her spirit and she was healed. It took six months to do that, but praise God, she lived to be 93 years old. And when she went home to be with the Lord, she died without sickness and disease!

That’s the reason we tell people to come to Healing School and stay until they get healed—whether it takes a week, a month, six months, or a year.

I remember one time I was holding a meeting in Fort Worth, Texas, at an Assemblies of God church. The pastor asked me if I would go with him and pray for a woman in his congregation. She was an 82-year old Assemblies of God evangelist who had been bedfast for two years with cancer.

This woman had been operated on two years before. And when the doctors opened her body up, they saw many malignant growths. So they just sewed her
back up and said nothing more could be done. They couldn’t understand how she had lived so long after the operation.

I went with the pastor to visit the woman. When I met her, she looked like a skeleton. Her skin looked as if it was stretched over her bones, except where the tumors were. The tumors made her look as if she were pregnant.

This dear saint said the same kind of thing my pianist’s mother said. “I’ve preached for years. I’m saved and filled with the Holy Ghost. I’ve suffered so much, and I’m ready to go. Just leave me alone and let me die.”

The pastor and I both said, “No, we’re not going to do that.” I felt led to read her Proverbs 4:20–22: “My son, attend to my words; incline thine ear unto my sayings. Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst of thine heart. For they are life unto those that find them, and health to all their flesh.”

“When I was on the bed of sickness,” I said to her, “I eventually got hold of these verses and saw where I had been missing it. We have to keep the Word before our eyes.”

When I was terminally ill, this was a turning point for me. The doctor said I was going to die, and I saw myself dead. But I got hold of these verses and did not let the Word of God depart from my eyes. I began to see myself alive even though nothing had changed in my body. I began to see myself doing things I had never done before.

I told that dear saint, “Every time you look at your big stomach, see it flat. See yourself preaching again. God doesn’t want you to die like this. You can die if you want to, but let God heal you first. He won’t get any glory if you die like this.”

I laid hands on the woman and left. That was at the beginning of September of 1957. In May of 1958, I was back in Fort Worth ministering at the same Assemblies of God church. The pastor told me that this woman had been healed. I rejoiced but thought no more about it.

One evening the pastor and I were in the church. I was straightening up my book table when I heard him speaking to two ladies. I didn’t recognize either one of them so I kept straightening my books.

One of the ladies came up to me and just threw her arms around me and hugged me. I pulled her arms off of me, pushed her away, and looked at her.

She said, “You don’t recognize me, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” I said. She looked so young and pretty.

“I’m Sister So-and-So.” When I realized she was the woman evangelist I had prayed for, I threw my arms around her, and we had a hallelujah spell right there!

“I’m sure glad you boys didn’t let me die!” she said. “It would have been the easiest thing in the world to just die and go to Heaven. But I started thinking about what you said. And every time I looked at my huge stomach, I saw it flat. My condition didn’t change instantly, but in two or three months’ time, I could tell that it was getting smaller. And in the process of time, my stomach just flattened out and all the symptoms left me.

“I have the summer lined up with meetings,” she said. “I can’t go like I did when I was young, but I’m going to preach all summer and rest in the winter.”

Years later, I read in the Pentecostal Evangel that she died when she was 93 years old. And she died without sickness and disease! I found out from the pastor in Fort Worth that she preached right up to the time she died. One day she said to her daughter, “The Lord showed me it’s time for me to go home.” She sat down in the rocking chair, said good-bye, and just took off!

Healing Confession

Speak the following words aloud and let your heart agree with them:

Heavenly Father, thank You for being my Father. I have been born again, and I am Your child. Thank You that Your great plan of redemption includes healing for my body.

Matthew 8:17 says that Jesus took our infirmities and bore our sicknesses. What He bore, I need not bear. It is also written, “. . . by whose stripes ye were healed” (1 Peter 2:24). If I was healed, I am healed. I believe that in my heart and I say it with my mouth.

Because Jesus bore sickness for me, I am healed. I am free. I no longer have sickness or disease. Thank You, Father, that Your will for me is that I be well, and that I live out the full length of my life without sickness, pain, or disease.