I DON'T NEED ANY INJECTION I WANT THE LORD

 

Hallelujah! In the name of Lord Jesus I bear witness to a miraculous happening that speaks of God's grace, mercy and love. On Sunday, 1st August 1976, three families, two of my sisters' and mine set out on a two-day holiday at Cameron Highlands. We stayed in a large bungalow sited on a very lonely hill hemmed in on all three sides by higher hills. That evening after hill climbing and fruit picking the children came back for their bath. One after another they had their bath because there was only one bathroom available upstairs. A gas heater provided warm water for the cold weather. My niece named Chin Lai Ngoh, aged 12, went into the bathroom when her turn came, shut the window louvers and locked the bathroom door from within. Fifteen minutes after she had gone in, my daughter, Lai Ming, waiting outside impatiently for her turn, banged on the door. Lai Ngoh, who is normally a very obedient child, did not answer. Other children who waited outside also banged furiously. My daughter even kicked at the door. Yet there was no answer from Lai Ngoh from within. What went wrong? Nobody knew what really happened inside. We supposed the flame in the heater went out and the gas leaked from the cylinders, making her unconscious.

 

My elder brother-in-law who was resting in a nearby room came out to see what the noise was about. He nearly panicked when Lai Ngoh did not answer his call. In an attempt to break open the door, he used his whole might but to no avail because the door lock was made of solid metal not less than 3/4 of an inch thick. My husband who was outside the house, climbed up to the window of the bathroom and tried to break open the window but he failed. Lai Ngoh's parents panicked and were paralyzed with fear. The mother loudly cried out "Oh Lord, Oh Lord, save my child." Fortunately, with God's help, a teenage Indian boy came to help us. He should have left for home at 4 o'clock but stayed on because he felt that he had something else he hadn't done. It seemed that this was planned by the Lord. If he had gone home no one would have known how to open the door of the bathroom. And as the child's mother called out to God, she saw flash of light in front of her. As if pushed by some invisible force, she turned to face an opened door. The Indian boy did manage to open the door with a metal strip.

 

The child suffocated and was gassed into unconsciousness. She then inexplicably fell into a kneeling position next to a long bath tub already overflowing with running water. My elder sister who has always been a coward at emergencies, was given courage and strength by the Almighty to carry the child from the bathroom to a bed. She was pale and motionless. Her eyes were stony still, her mouth began to foam. Tinges of blood were visible. To any beholder it was a moment of life or death. The first thought that came to me was that if the Great Heavenly Doctor did not save the child, no other doctor could. We three sisters fell on our knees and prayed loudly, asking for forgiveness and fervently pleaded to the Lord to spare the child's life.

 

The mother loudly pleaded to the Lord to show her husband and children He is realty the True and Living God. In my prayers, words came pouring out, "Lord, Lord, I want to bear witness for you." The child's father who was not baptized then knelt down too and prayed. Miraculously, some unseen forces pushed a lump of phlegm out from the child's mouth. In her still unconscious state she effortlessly vomited. Three times she vomited as we continued our prayers. By then she had regained her consciousness slightly. Thanks to the merciful Lord. But she still had not spoken a single word.

 

Meanwhile my husband and my elder brother-in-law set out for Tanah Rata, through five winding miles to summon a doctor. Theirs was a frightful ordeal. It was as if planned by the Lord to delay them. That day being a Sunday, no clinics were opened. After more than an hour, they managed to bring a doctor home. The doctor tested her reflexes and asked whether the child had spoken anything. He wanted to give her an injection but in spite of all efforts to hold her he failed. At the third attempt to inject, the child cried out loudly, "I don't want the injection. It is painful." On hearing her voices for the first time after almost one and a half hours of agony, I praised and thanked the Lord in my prayers in the next room. The doctor, convinced that the child was alright, asked for a fee of $40, and left. Three of us sat near the child; who after speaking the words, fell into a slumber. As I was still praising the Lord in my prayers, she called out to vomit again. We taught her to say "Hallelujah. Praise be to the Lord Jesus!"

Although she was not baptized then she obediently did so. She sat up and walked off to comb her hair. The father on seeing this spoke out, "God has spared my child's life. I want to be baptized."

 

To them who believe, with God nothing is impossible. Praise and glory be to God forever. Hallelujah! Amen.

 

By: Mrs WEE TEE JONG

Malaysia 1976