A great man, an apostle of the cell movement, Ralph Neighbor, came to visit me one day.
He visited our church and lived in our home for a while, which Victoria and I were very happy about. We spent time together, fellowshipping, rejoicing. It was a wonderful time and really impossible to forget.
One evening while we were chatting, Pastor Ralph took his computer and started typing something. After a while, we could see that he was very upset. As I approached him, I wanted to ask him what was wrong, and suddenly I saw him crying. He began to tell me that he had received a letter from his doctor in America. It turned out that Ralph had diabetes, so there was no blood flow to his legs. Ralph was examined thoroughly and they concluded that he would have to have his legs amputated.
Telling us this, he cried and said, “I don’t want my legs cut off.” He had seen miracles happen in our meetings, seen God heal people. Ralph looked at me and said: “Pastor, pray for me, pray for my healing.” As Victoria and I laid our hands on him and prayed, I knew that this prayer would not reproduce anything, that healing required prayer in which I would enter the fourth dimension. I understood that I had a responsibility to heal someone of such a high caliber. I couldn’t watch him cry, I couldn’t imagine his legs being cut off. I was really worried about it.
The next day we had a Sunday meeting, and all night I thought about going into the fourth dimension and praying so that what was going to happen would not happen. The next day, as Sunday service was going on, during prayer, I asked the Holy Spirit to come into the hall as usual. The Holy Spirit filled the temple, and the people around began to experience God’s power. Some could not stand on their feet, some were receiving healing. At one point I felt an inner jolt. I jumped right off the stage, ran up to Pastor Ralph, fell to my knees, grabbed his feet, and started screaming in tongues in the spirit. I knew that I had to enter the fourth dimension for real right now, that there would be no other chance. So I screamed as hard as I could in tongues and I entered the fourth dimension, another reality, and I saw another picture. I was already in this picture, I was already in this image, I was already not in this reality. Because I had already entered and was in the new image by faith, and I kept screaming until I was established in that image. When I felt that it had already happened, only then did I let go of Ralph’s legs and step out onto the stage.
To get an answer to prayer, you have to enter the fourth dimension and see the image of what is expected.
When the prayer ended, Pastor Ralph stood up and said he felt a warmth go into his legs. He had said before that he had not felt his feet, that they were like frozen feet. But as he prayed, he felt warmth run down his legs. He left for America in the belief that he had received complete healing.
After some time, Ralph returned to Ukraine and testified that his feet were completely healed, that blood was flowing into them. Coming back year after year, he told me each time that he was healed, that he didn’t have diabetes. All of this happened because I grabbed his feet and shouted in tongues, because I went into an image, a vision, talking to the Holy Spirit in His language – the language of visions. And God answered!
Vladimir Muntian. Published at imbf.org
