By Morris D. Bussie, Sr.

1Thes 5:21
21 " . . . . hold fast that which is good." (KJV)

Heb 10:23
23 "Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;)" (KJV)

1 Pet 5:8-9
8 "Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: 9 "Whom resist stedfast in the faith . . . " (KJV)

In March 1992, I wasn't sick, just thought that it was time for me to have a checkup. There were no problems that I could see, but I decided to have a checkup. So I went to a doctor (Dr. A) for a physical examination. I received a note from him several days later, saying that my blood pressure was good, my blood sugar count was good, and everything lined up. He wrote a little note and said, "I'm happy about it." I was happy, too, to get such a note, such a letter from Dr. A.

The next day, I received another note from him concerning one of the blood tests that was run, the PSA blood count. The PSA test determines the suspected amount of cancer cell activity in the prostate gland. The result had come back from this test and the PSA count was 57.5. Now that might not mean too much until you look at the normal range, what it's supposed to be. The normal range is 0.0 to 4.0. In other words, 4.0 is the highest this test can be and still be considered in the normal range. Anything higher is considered to indicate the existence of prostate cancer. I could name several people who had chemotherapy and surgery because their PSA count was around 10 or 11. Since my test result was 57.5, the doctor didn't mince words. He said I needed to go to a specialist because I had prostate cancer.

So, I decided to get a second opinion. I went to another area of the country and saw a doctor (Dr. B) there. He examined me, took a sample of tissue for a biopsy, and drew some blood. This time, the PSA count was 44.9. If you subtract four from 44.9, you can see that my PSA count was 40 over the normal range. This test showed that I had cancer. The tissue was malignant. It was definite that I had cancer. Dr. B said that I could do several things. I could have surgery or I could have chemotherapy. I said, "Well, I'm not from this part of the country and so I have to go back to my wife and children, back home. I just came down here to have a second opinion." He asked me where I was from and I told him. He said he didn't know any doctors in that area but, when I came back for my next appointment with him, he would copy some names from a directory and I could select a doctor from that list. I thanked him.

At that time, Dr. B gave me a hormone shot which, he said, was not a cure but could lower the PSA count and that would give me a short window of time to find a doctor in my geographic area and make a decision whether to have surgery or chemotherapy. Even with this shot, the PSA count kept rising.

I went home and talked to my wife. Thank God for a good, Christian wife, praise God! She said, "Whatever you decide, whether you have surgery or whatever you decide, just know that I'm with you, whatever decision you make."

One day, as I was watching TBN on television, Dr. Reginald Cherry's program came on. He talked about a couple of his patients, two ladies. They did not know each other, they were just two patients of his. Both of these ladies had the same type of cancer. He said, normally, as a physician, he would have treated these ladies the same. He would have given them the same treatment because they had the same type of cancer. However, he prayed about it, as he prays about all his patients, and God told him to treat these ladies in two different ways. This came up in his spirit. The Holy Spirit said to treat one this way and treat the other one that way. He did and both of these ladies were healed. Then he said, "God has a path for your healing. Seek God for the path for your healing." It was just like he was talking to me. I was sitting there in front of the television set, watching all of this. I thought, "I've got to seek God. That's what I've got to do. I don't know what to do. I'm really in turmoil. I don't know what to do."

My wife had heard about a certain doctor (Dr. C). His office was located in another state, about three and one-half hours away from where we lived. However, she didn't say very much to me about him at that time. She just mentioned this doctor to me but didn't say much more because she wanted me to make up my own mind. She had prayed about it. She went to God about it.

I decided to see one of the physicians (Dr. D) on the list that Dr. B had given to me. Dr. D's office was in Maryland, not very far from our home so I made an appointment and went to see him. I went to Dr. D, not knowing that my wife was praying; she did not sense in her spirit that this was the way for me to go but she did not confront me or say anything to me. She just prayed. God allowed me to select a butcher. I went to Dr. D. He examined me and ran another test. I don't know what the PSA count was this time but it was still high. There was no doubt about the cancer. I had all of the papers from the previous doctors. I took them with me. Dr. D obtained a lot of information from the papers I provided. He did not have to do certain things because the other doctors had done the testing and it was already established that I had cancer. So, Dr. D said that he would like to schedule me for surgery the next month. It was June. He wanted to schedule me for surgery in July.

I didn't feel any peace about it within me. According to the Word of God, you need to follow your peace. God will give you a peace about the treatments or whatever you're going through whenever you are following the path He provides for you. If you need direction, ask God, seek God about it. He will give you direction and you will get a peace about it. I've known people who were not in faith to receive a manifestation of healing without medical assistance but were in faith to have a successful surgery or other medical procedure. They prayed about it, God gave them a peace about it, and they were successful in what they did. So I am not saying that you should not see a doctor; by all means, if you feel that you need to see a doctor, then do that. I am not talking against doctors but I just want to tell you how God led me.

Dr. D said, "Okay, well, we can operate. I have all the things I need and we can operate on you. I'll set it up with the hospital for you to be admitted in July. Let me know in a few days what you want to do. I'll tell you what I'm going to do." He had me lay down on the table and he went through the motions of telling me how he was going to perform surgery on me. Something did not register with me--there was something I didn't like about what he said he was going to do. I did not like having to have the surgery in the first place but he said he was going to open me up from the front and then go ahead and work on me that way. I said, "I understand that if there is cancer in the lymph nodes, you will not take the prostate out." He said, "Yes, that's right. We don't do that. So what I'll do is open you up and take a look around, take out the lymph nodes and send them to the pathologist. If the pathologist says that there is cancer in the lymph nodes, I'll just sew you back up." JUST LIKE THAT!

I could see myself lying on that table, the pathologist out somewhere on the golf course and Dr. D has these lymph nodes, running around. Meanwhile, I'm laying there, while Dr. D tries to connect with the pathologist and waits for him to return from the golf course. Then the pathologist comes back and says, "Well, yeah, there's cancer in these lymph nodes." By this time, the cancer has spread to other parts of the body; now other areas in addition to the prostate gland would be affected by the cancer. I could see this. One of the first things I heard about cancer is that when a person is opened up, as soon as air hits the cancer, it spreads. So, I pictured myself laying open, my wife probably waiting for me in the waiting room, nobody in the operating room but the doctors, me and others who would back Dr. D up and say that he didn't do anything wrong.

I said, "Well, okay." I was just acknowledging that I heard him; I did not say "okay" because I was going to let him do anything. Right then, I knew that it wasn't God's will for me to have surgery.

After Dr. D examined me, he gave me a shot of the same hormone that Dr. B. had given me. Dr. D told me the same thing that Dr. B told me--that the shot was not a cure but would give me a little time before surgery. However, just like the other shot, it didn't seem to help.

As Dr. D was getting my papers together, he asked me if I knew what he did with the needle. I told him I didn't know what he did with it. He couldn't find the needle after he gave me the shot. That was another hint to me. He looked all over for the needle. He looked and looked, he looked in his papers, he put his hand in his jacket twice. The first time he put his hand in his jacket, he didn't feel the needle. The second time, the needle stuck him. He said, "Oh, there it is!" I thought that if he's that careless when I'm laying open on the operating table, what would he leave inside of me?????

Several years ago, a gentleman co-worker showed me an x-ray. His wife had undergone surgery but she kept having pains for a long time after the surgery was completed. There were times when she was not able to move. She went back to the doctor several times and, each time, the doctor said that she was healing slowly. The pain lasted so long that this co-worker took his wife to the hospital. X-rays were taken. He showed me the x-rays. You could see forceps still clipped inside of his wife. That flashed in my mind. So, I thanked Dr. D and left. That was the last time I ever saw or heard from that doctor. That was not God's path for me.

I went to Dr. C, whose office was three and one-half hours away from where I lived. I was directed by the Holy Spirit to go there. I went to him in June 1992 and started treatment in July. In November 1992, Dr. C said that when I returned for my December visit, he was going to do some testing to see if there were any cancer cells left in my body. He believed that the cancer was gone but would do some testing to verify this.

The church I attended at this time is a Charismatic church and has a rather large congregation. The congregation is organized into cell groups or care groups, as they are called in that church. Before my December visit to Dr. C., I told my care group about the cancer. I also told them that, during my next visit to Dr. C, he was going to do some testing to see if there were any cancer cells remaining in my body because he believed that the cancer was gone. After hearing about the cancer, the care group leader and other members of the care group laid their hands on me and prayed for my healing. The care group leader led the prayer.

After the meeting was over, I stayed in the living room fellowshipping with some of the men. My wife went into the dining room to get some snacks. The care group leader followed my wife into the dining room and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't get my hopes up too high." Now, that's the leader of my care group. That's one of the leaders in this Charismatic church. My wife didn't tell me that right away because she knew I was facing enough.

Just before Christmas, I went to Dr. C's office for my December visit. After the examination was completed, Dr. C told me that, in all the tests he ran, he could not find any cancer in my body. It just wasn't there. He knew that it had been there because, when he ran his tests during my first visit, he told me the type of cancer that had attacked my body and precisely where in my body it was lodged. Now, he said that all his tests showed that I was clear of cancer. I was very happy about that.

I had asked God for a path for my healing and God gave me a path. I followed that path and received healing. I did not veer to the right nor left but followed it to the best of my ability. God honored His Word. God's path brought a manifestation of healing in my body.

God had laid it on my wife's heart and my heart to attend Rhema Bible Training Center. We had applied, were accepted, and had visited the campus during "Get Acquainted With Rhema Weekend." Now it was June 1993 and we were preparing to rent our home and move to Tulsa to start class in September. I had some papers from my internist (Dr. E) in Washington, D.C., allowing me to be tested. So, I decided to have another PSA test taken. I went to the lab and was tested on June 15, 1993. The PSA count was 72.0. I was devastated. My world came crashing in on me because I had been told by Dr. C that he could not find any cancer and that I was healed. When Dr. E gave me the result, he was upset and said, "If I had a hundred doctors in this room, 95 of them would tell you that you would have to have surgery." I just didn't feel it in my spirit. Not that I was against surgery. No! Nobody wants surgery, but if God had directed me, if my path was surgery, I would have had surgery because I would have known that God would be in it, God would be with melled Dr. C and talked to him. He assured my wife that, as a result of his tests, he did not find any cancer in my body, that it was gone. He also told her that Satan is the god of this world and can manipulate numbers. Then Dr. C got me on the telephone, talked to me and prayed with me.

A date had already been established for movers to get our furniture, take some to storage, and load the rest on a moving van to be transported to Tulsa, Oklahoma. The devil said, "You shouldn't go to Rhema until you're completely healed. What sense does it make for you to go out to Rhema sick? Why don't you get healed here and then go to Rhema?" Well, let me say this to you, if I had done that, I would not have a testimony right now. The devil had a plan. That would have been the end of me because it would have been one thing after another--the operation, chemotherapy, and then down the tube I would have gone. I know that.

Now, I didn't know how to exercise faith like I do now. I didn't know very much about faith. I had heard about Brother Hagin and my wife knew a lot more than I did but I didn't know much. As I mentioned before, the church we were attending at that time is a Charismatic church with beautiful people. I love them, however, they do not believe the faith message. I felt a little better after Dr. C had prayed with me but I was still slightly distracted by the PSA count of 72.0. I felt fine, physically, but I still had the PSA count in my head. Anyway, we left the Washington area and moved to Tulsa to attend Rhema Bible Training Center.

We started class in September 1993. During the first week and a half of classes, Minister Rodney Howard Browne came to Rhema Bible Training Center and Rhema Bible Church and held a revival. The evening before the last day of services, he said, "I want everybody who has a problem in here, whether it be pain, whatever it be, whatever type of problem you have, I want you to put your hand in that area and God is going to heal you right now." So I proceeded to do that and, before I even got to the area, right in my spirit, God said to me, "Why are you doing that? I've already healed you!" So I snatched my hands off and went to praising God and thanking Him for healing me.

We completed the two years of school and graduated from Rhema Bible Training Center. During this time, I never saw a doctor; I wasn't concerned. God said He had healed me. I wasn't concerned about the PSA count. The cancer was gone. God, Himself, said He had healed me. You have to listen to the Spirit of God, the inner man, not your head (mind) because the devil works in the mental realm and he can confuse you. You have to listen to your spirit. You have to live out of your spirit and not out of your head or your flesh. It's not what you see, feel or hear, it's what the Spirit of God is telling you. You have to learn to live out of your spirit. The path that you should take comes from God through your spirit. So you have to live out of that, you have to learn how to live out of that. Two years went by and I learned even more about how to live out of my spirit. God told me that I was healed! That was it!

While attending Rhema Bible Training Center, I had been taking vitamins and other nutrients. After graduation, I decided to have it monitored. I wanted to know if I had too much of one vitamin or mineral and not enough of another. When I was back east, I was being monitored and now, for two years, I hadn't been. So I decided to find a doctor who would monitor it and let me know where I stood. I was not concerned about cancer because I was healed. I wasn't concerned about that.

I found a doctor (Dr. F) in Tulsa who would monitor me but, you know, when you go to a doctor for the first time, you have to fill out a medical history form and answer a lot of questions. You are asked such questions as have you ever had whooping cough? high blood pressure? diabetes? cancer? I had to answer "Yes" to that question because I had had cancer in the past. Since I answered the cancer question "yes", Dr. F asked if I would mind it if he ran that test again. I answered "Not at all. Run it if you want to." I may not have said it like that but I wasn't concerned about it.

So, on August 3, 1995, the test was taken again and the result was 77.1. Everything else lined up. I mean, everything else in my body lined up, everything in my body was functioning, everything else was in the normal range. The only thing that looked problematic was this count, 77.1. Were you devastated? Nope! Not at all! God said
that I was healed! God said it and I knew God said it! So, the test result was only a number to me because God said that I was healed and I was standing on that word. As far as I was concerned, Dr. F had done what I wanted him to do so there was no sense in my going to him anymore. So, I thanked him and that was it.

Somebody had given my wife an organ and it was stored at a friend's home. My wife wanted the organ moved to the apartment where we lived. We had a large credenza in the living room, sitting where the organ was to be placed. My wife called a moving company and made arrangements to have the organ transported to our apartment and the credenza moved to another location in the living room. The movers never showed up. I knew a gentleman who graduated from Rhema Bible Training Center with us, who had a truck. I asked him to help move the organ and he agreed to help. The gentleman who had allowed us to store the organ in his home also agreed to help move it to our apartment.

One day, when I was home alone, I thought that it was nice of them to help me move the organ, to bring it from one place to another and up to the second floor where we live. I didn't want to ask them to help move that big credenza, also. So I decided to move the credenza myself. I thought, I'll just take my time and move it real slowly into the place where it's supposed to sit." So, I chose my time and moved the credenza.

I moved the credenza on a Monday. Two days later, I couldn't raise my left arm. I could only move it just a little bit. On Thursday, my wife, said, "You moved that credenza, didn't you?" Well, she could see that it was moved. Then she asked, "How long after you moved that credenza did you start having pain in your arm?" I said, "Two days." I knew she didn't want me to move it but I went ahead and moved it. You might ask, "Did you pray over it?" "Yes, I did." More about that later. I prayed over my shoulder. The pain was still there. In fact, it hurt so badly that on Saturday, I went to a hospital emergency room to have it checked.

At the emergency room, my shoulder was x-rayed. It didn't look like the shoulder was out of place. I figured that if something showed up in the x-ray, then I would know what to stand against. In other words, I would know what to fight against. I would know exactly what was wrong with my shoulder, I would get back to God in prayer and then I would stand against whatever it was. The emergency room doctor (Dr. G) said that my shoulder did not seem to be out of place but there was some kind of buildup, which could be calcium or something else which he named. He noticed one other thing during the exam--that my blood pressure was up a little bit. He said that the elevated blood pressure might have been caused by the trauma to the shoulder. He asked me if I had a regular internist. I didn't have one in the Tulsa area but I had heard of an internist (Dr. H), who is a Christian. I gave Dr. G his name. Dr. G called and made an appointment for me.

So here's a new doctor now. When I went to Dr. H's office for the first time, I had to fill out a medical history form asking such questions as have you ever had whooping cough? have you ever had this? have you ever had diabetes? have you ever had high blood pressure? You know you're checking down the list and have you ever had cancer? Yes, I've had cancer. The doctor asks, "Do you mind if I send you down to the lab to have this test taken again?" I said, "Nope, not at all." So he sent me to the lab for the test.

On March 1, 1996, the test was taken. When I went back to Dr. H, he told me that the PSA count was 120.0. "Oh, I know you must have been shaken then!" "Nope!" God said to me that I was healed and I was standing on the word of God! Now, this time, I am in front of people, ministering healing, teaching and telling them that God had healed me and I was healed of cancer. I knew in my heart for sure that God had healed me. I was told that the PSA count was 120. Okay, so it's 120! That's almost the attitude I had, so it's 120! Dr. H said, "With a count like this, it's possible the cancer has already spread to your bone. He asked me if I minded if he sent me to a cancer specialist (Dr. I). He said that there was one upstairs he could send me to. I said, "No, not at all." So he did.

When I saw Dr. I, he said, "You have a count of 120. We have to do a bone scan on you and after that, we'll sit and talk about whether you should have surgery and remove the prostate or whether you should have chemotherapy. I have to find out whether the cancer is in your bone." I said, "Okay, fine." I never said a word, I was just humble.

I went home. I became angry at the devil and angry at myself because I allowed myself to get over on to his territory where he could manipulate numbers and things. The first thing I did was to take authority over my left shoulder. Now back to what I said previously about praying over it. I had prayed over it. You can be passive in your praying, "Oh, God, heal me." But I was angry, so I took authority and I took authority in a big way. I defied that devil for what he did and took authority over my left shoulder. The pain went away immediately and has never come back! You have to take authority, you have to. You have it, so use your authority! Take authority! Resist the devil, he'll flee from you! Don't play with him! Don't pretend, don't play with him and don't cuddle him by saying, "Oh, Father, please help me out." Take authority. "Devil, you get out of my body right now! You have no place here! You get out right now, in the Name of Jesus!" Don't accept anything from him. That's what I did, I took authority.

My left shoulder immediately stopped hurting. Then, I went to God and said, "Father, I missed it! Please forgive me. I missed it! I knew better, I allowed it to happen and I missed it! Please forgive me. Father, if You'll tell me what to do, I'll do it and I won't turn from it, I don't care what's said or what's done, I'll do exactly what you tell me to do."

I didn't get an answer from God until the next day. He said, "Go on to the doctor, let him run all his tests, get them all out of the way. Then when he sits you down to talk about the things he can do or to recommend treatment to you, then you tell him what I'm telling you to tell him." I thanked God and said, "Okay." Then He said, "Oh, don't be concerned. Go ahead and take the bone scan, there's no cancer in your bone. Go ahead and take the scan." Fine. I was excited. I went on to the hospital to have the bone scan, thanking God all the way, praying, knowing that the blood of Jesus flows in me, cleansing me, nothing could stay in my body because of the blood, I'm hooked up to the True Vine. I am the branch and the same substance that runs in the Vine runs in the branch. That's the way I was going. That's the way I got up on that table and they scanned me. Then I went on my way.

At the next appointment I had with Dr. I, he looked at the chart and said to me, "Boy, you are lucky." Well, I know that's not luck but he does not know anything about God. This particular doctor was not a Christian. I knew it was God. There was no luck about it, but anyway, I didn't say much to him. He said, "Your bones are clean and clear. There is no trace of cancer in your bones. When this number reaches 100, there's just about always cancer in the bone but your count is 120 and your bones are clean and clear. Now, this is what we can do. You can have surgery and I'll remove the prostate gland or we can go with chemotherapy. Okay, what do you want me to do?" I said, "I prayed about this and I'm going to tell you what God told me to tell you." Dr. I became angry. He pushed back in his seat and dropped his head and asked, "What's that?" I told him what God told me to tell him. All the time, he kept mumbling under his breath, "That will never work, that will never work, that will never work." After I finished speaking, he jumped up. He didn't even look at me. He jumped up and said he didn't have that type of treatment in the office but would get it and call me. He just rushed to the door. I thought this man would never call me because he was too angry. However, a couple days later, the receptionist or one of the nurses called me and told me to come in for the treatment. So I made an appointment and started the treatments.

Dr. I sent a letter to Dr. H saying, "this patient you sent me had a PSA count of 120. He's very lucky that there was no cancer in his bone. He's in the eleventh hour with this cancer and I told him that he needed radical surgery or chemotherapy and he told me what his religion says." Dr. H showed me the letter and asked me if I wanted to follow Dr. I's recommendation. I said, "Nope." Dr. H said,"Okay," and that was the end of it. He didn't say any more to me about it.

The second time I went in for a treatment, the nurse who took me back to the examining room told me, "Boy, your name is something around this office." I didn't understand what she was talking about but she said, "I want you to know that I'm a Christian and I'm in agreement with you and God said where two of us agree as touching anything it shall be done. I want you to know that I am in agreement with you but it has to be between you and me because, if they know that I'm saying this to you, they'd fire me, I would lose my job." I thanked her. She added, "I have a small prayer group and I gave them your name and we're praying for you." I thanked her.

During one of my visits, Dr. I mumbled under his breath while giving me a treatment, "I wonder how long God wants me to do this." He was very angry, very disgusted with the whole thing and I heard him. So I said, "Well, when God lets me know, I'll let you know."

Whenever I went into Dr. I's office, the medical staff acted as if to say, "Here's this crazy man coming here again." They wanted nothing to do with me and you could see it. I could be very nice to everybody but they would see me coming and drop their heads. Anyway, I was very nice and humble with them.

On May 20, 1996, Dr. I said he was going to send me back for another blood test. He said he did not expect any good results or any better results, he said it could be a little better but he was going to send me back. I said, "Okay, fine." I went to the lab humbly. On June 24, I went back to Dr. I's office for my next appointment. He had not seen the test result before he saw me because it had been placed in my file. Dr. I picked up my file, came into the examining room, and then looked at my file to see the latest test result. He didn't look at me. He usually walked right by me without saying anything, with just a grunt. He walked by me, opened my file and saw the result of my test. He was silent for awhile. Then he said, "Your count is 0.2, it's a perfect count. It does not get any better than that." I said, "PRAISE GOD!" He said, "PRAISE (cough, cough, cough, cough)!" God showed Himself big and strong.

I have given this testimony on many occasions and have discovered that people, in general, believe that healing manifested on June 24, 1996, when the PSA count was 0.2. That is not correct. I did not wait four years to receive a manifestation of healing; my healing manifested in six months. As I stated previously, healing manifested in my body in December 1992, when Dr. C stated that he could not find any trace of cancer in my body.

The treatment God had me tell Dr. I to give me was the same hormone treatment that Dr. B and Dr. D had given me. That treatment did not work. So in all fairness to Dr. I, what his training told him, that the treatment would never work, was scientifically correct but I never thought about that while he was giving me that treatment. All I know is what God told me to tell him and I was obeying God. God never makes a mistake. When Dr. B and Dr. D gave me that treatment, there was cancer in my body and the treatment did not have any affect on the cancer. When Dr. I was told to use that same treatment on me, there was no cancer in my body, the cancer was gone, it was not there. When I followed God's path for my healing, I was healed. That was in December 1992, the same year in which I discovered that I had cancer. So don't look at the dates and say that I didn't receive a manifestation of my healing until 1996. The Holy Ghost let me know what happened and I will tell you.

When I was in the military, I was exposed to chemicals which affected the hormones and caused some hormonal activity in my prostate gland. After the cancer had left my body, there was still some hormonal activity taking place in my prostate gland and the PSA count was affected by that activity. The hormone treatment which God told me to have Dr. I administer shut down the hormonal activity in my prostate gland and, when that activity was shut down, the PSA count came down to 0.2. Our God is a wise God. 1 Timothy 1:17 says He's the only wise God and I certainly agree with that. He knew exactly what was going on in my body and He knew what to do about it. The doctors didn't have a clue. When I did what God told me to do, I obtained perfect results.

Now I asked God if I had to continue going to this doctor because I'm healed. God said to me, "You were healed when you went in there, but what the devil meant to destroy you with, now we're going to win souls out of it. He thought that, when you got the PSA count of 120, you were going to be devastated just like you were when you got the PSA count of 72.0 in June 1993 and would lose faith and say, 'Well, I must not have been healed.' " If I had done that, I would have opened the door to the devil and the disease would have come back on me because I would not have been in faith, but fear. You cannot be in faith and fear at the same time. It's one or the other. I would not let the PSA count put me in fear because God, Himself, had said I was healed, praise God! So I would not get in fear. I took authority over that devil.

My PSA count now is 0.2, a perfect count. God said to me, "You were healed when you went in there but what the devil meant to destroy you with, now we're going to win souls out of it." Praise God! "We're going to turn that thing around, so you keep going." So I kept going. On October 29, 1996, Dr. I had me take another test. Now the whole office is changed. I mean it's just like I'm a long, lost friend. The doctor has changed, he even talked to me about his family. He talked about his daughter, everything has gotten personal, every attitude has changed now because they have seen the movement of God. Praise God! Everything changed. I would go in there after that and everybody was friendly and nice. They would ask, "How are you doing?" Anyway, on October 29, the count was 0.2. The next count, 0.2, and so on. I went until finally God told me that I didn't have to go anymore. He had done what He wanted to do there.

I'll leave you with these scriptures:

Prov 3:5-6
5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own
understanding.
6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. (KJV)

Ps 103:1-5
1 Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.
2 Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:
3 Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;
4 Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness
and tender mercies;
5 Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the
eagle's. (KJV)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rev. Morris D. Bussie, Sr., is a volunteer instructor in the Kenneth Hagin Ministries Healing School. He is a member of Rhema Bible Church in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, where he and his wife lead a group which ministers to the patients in one of the local nursing homes as a part of the church's Lifestyle Evangelism Outreach ministry. He serves on the board of The Well Of Living Water/Felisha Samuels Ministries. He has had over ten years of leadership experience in the local church, having served as assistant pastor, children's ministry director, Bible teacher, classroom instructor at a Bible school, and prayer room counselor.

Rev. Bussie graduated from Rhema Bible Training Center in 1995, where he received training in pastoral ministry. He is an ordained minister of the Gospel.

To Contact Rev. Morris D. Bussie Sr. :

E-mail: bussie@gte.net

Write:

John 10:10 Word Of Faith Ministries, Inc.
P.O. Box 470304
Tulsa, OK 74147-0304