People who couldn't walk, they'd come in wheelchairs, and he'd make them walk. It's just the power of God. It wasn't my dad; it's what God had instructed my dad to do.
I have found myself able to cure people with my hands.
My doctor is wonderful. Once, in 1955, when I couldn't afford an operation, he touched up the X-rays.
As for T.B. Joshua, I am a descendant of my family in Arigidi-Akoko in Ondo State, Nigeria - but as for the divine nature, the power of God affects my life to give peace to people, deliverance to people, and healing to people.
I think my father gave me a great reverence for medical science. He was about as opposite to the personality of House as one could imagine. He was polite and easygoing, and would have gone to great lengths to make his patients feel attended to and heard and sympathized with.
Everyone has a special place they store their tension (I'm on shiatsu duty), the same way everyone misspells the same words over and over. Karla stores her tension in her rhomboid muscles, and I remove it. This is making me feel good. That I can do this.
The highest degree of a medicine is Love.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said, 'There's nothing that I can do for you that you can't do for yourself.' He said, 'Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that that would help.' So I sat with him a while then I asked him how he felt. He said, 'I think I'm cured.'
Dura est manus cirurgi, sed sanans. The hand of the surgeon is hard, but healing.
He sent you to redeem me, to comfort me, and to heal me—and that’s just so far,” he added with a smile.
Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.
I fall to pieces when I am hurt, but when it comes to my children, I am a pillar of strength, applying balm and bandages and dressing up their wounds.
A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
The most eloquent prayer is the prayer through hands that heal and bless.
The wounded surgeon plies the steel That questions the distempered part; Beneath the bleeding hands we feel The sharp compassion of the healer's art Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
There have been times when we've been playing, and people who were sick were totally healed.
I think I'd like to be able to heal people's pain, whether it is hunger, loneliness or whatever.
A woman in Mexico wanted me to heal her. But I can't heal anybody. I just put my hand on her and said, 'Thank you for seeing the film.'
Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. "Goodbye, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. See you again sometime.
My desire to be a physician had a lot to do with that sense of medicine as a ministry of healing, not just a science. And not even just a science and an art, but also a calling, also a ministry.
We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body!
Every guy I touch, it's the same result. When I land, it's like seeing one of those preachers on TV. When I touch them, they fall out.
My grandfather, a devout Christian, had the gift of healing.
I have a shield. It's the most amazing shield ever. I don't see them. I don't feel them. If anything, "Hey come over, let me touch you so I can heal you." You get what I'm saying?
We should be willing to act as a balm for all wounds.
