I was blinded and healed when I was 5 years old. My mother was ironing and I came up to her just as she was pulling the iron back. The iron burnt my eye. My mother said that when I was burnt, I cried out , “Oh God please don’t let me be blind” (I had been in Sunday school since they could carry me there. I can still remember the bright colored pictures of Jesus healing people and of him surrounded by little children. “Jesus loves the little children all the children of the world” was one of the popular songs then.)
I was taken to the hospital and my eye was bandaged. This was in the mid 1950s, and medicine was definitely not as advanced as it is now. My parents were told that a cornea transplant could possibly be done. I was in the hospital overnight. The next morning when the bandages were taken off, my eye was perfectly healed. It was only a few years ago that I found out that the morning when the bandages were removed and the doctor saw that my eye was healed, he pulled my parents aside. He said that he didn’t know if they were religious people or not, but my eye was perfectly healed and he hadn’t done anything to my eye.
My miracle has affected my entire life. The church I was raised in and stayed in until I moved out of state when I was in my late 20s didn’t teach on healing, didn’t anoint with oil and pray for the sick. I was raised, saved, and baptized in the Church of Christ. But I was blinded and healed as a child who was taught about a Savior who loves people and who healed people.
My healing gave me a hunger to know more about my God and my Savior, Jesus Christ. I’m a seeker. And I thank God for the Holy Spirit, who is leading me and guiding me into all the truth I need to know to fulfill my destiny here. I cannot keep quiet about the miracle that happened to me so long ago. My prayer is that my miracle will give someone hope, who has no hope or little hope left. God is no respecter of persons. What He did for me He will do for others.
My Testimony - Mary Brewer
