“It was a typically warm night in 1957. I was seated on the bed facing the window… The windows I faced had small glass panes, one of which was broken. Suddenly I saw a hand come through that broken pane…

Suddenly that whole window became like a big screen. I saw crowds of people and many things were being told to me, things which I didn’t understand completely. Jesus spoke about the crowds and then I saw eight faces that stood out distinctly. He said that in the years to come, I would encounter these people…

The Lord began to tell me many other things, but I refrain from sharing those details because some of them have been fulfilled, some are being fulfilled and some are yet to happen. But whenever I speak of that vision on that warm night in 1957 I always speak of the need to unquestioningly obey God. When the believer has that single principle in focus, everything else will fall into place. “All right, Lord,” I repeated, “I will obey; I will go-wherever You lead me…” (My Adventure in Faith, pgs. 102-104)

It’s a great joy to announce that we will be celebrating 60 years of People’s Church and 70 years of Ministry by Pastor Colton Wickramaratne on July 29th, 2018 (9:00 AM and 5:30 PM). Don’t forget to save the date for this once in a lifetime event.

I was asked to come and pray for a lady with heart trouble. When I arrived, the husband invited me into his wife’s room. I then opened my Bible and felt impressed to begin sharing very earnestly about the power in the name of Jesus. I was doing so as a witness to Christ’s healing power. The woman who complained of heart trouble and appeared to have no energy jumped from her bed in a rage at the mention of a Jesus’ name. she had been, in fact, demon possessed…

We began to confront the powers of hell that bound that woman’s life. One by one, thirty-one demons identified themselves and left her as we prayed. The thirty-second and final demon was very resistant and deceptive. We had prayed through the night and were exhausted. Around 8:00 A.M. I demanded that the demon gave me a sign he was leaving. He replied that he would break a part of the ceiling. When that last demon fled that house of prayer it shook the ceiling and broke off a large plank that fell to the floor in the room…

The demon left, and that woman became one of our most faithful believers. She opened her home to us for prayer services and teaching, and we had many powerful meetings there… (My Adventure in Faith, pgs. 110-111)

One day in August 1976, a member of our church requested that I visit a young woman in the hospital who had suffered an accident and was paralyzed from the waist down. She had also lost the use of one hand. When I met Nithiya Edwards it was obvious she was very ill and discouraged. I prayed for her but we did not experience a miracle. Yet I sensed the Lord wanted me to continue praying for her…

When I was praying God spoke to my heart, reminding me that all of this was on His divine timetable. “Son,” He said, “there is a time to raise Nithiya.” I continued to pray, and then God impressed on my heart a specific date, “February 11.” I ran out of my office and drove to give the news to Nithiya. “Nithiya,” I asked, “did God speak to you?” “Yes, He said February 11.” “That confirms what God told me. Yes, February 11 is the day.” We both continued to pray over the next few days, and God revealed to Nithiya that her healing would come at 3:30 p.m. on February 11…

February 11 arrived. We were all praying quietly and at 3:00 p.m. I looked at my watch and said, “Let’s have a Bible study.” I gave them a short study about mountain moving faith and at 3:15 p.m. I stopped the study. “Let’s pray,” I said. We all knelt around Nithiya’s bed and I prayed the first prayer. After I prayed, I began to open my eyes while the others were praying. I knew the moment was near. I wanted to see what was going to take place…

At 3:22 p.m. Nithiya opened her eyes. She reported later that she saw a bright light. Her hand, which she could not use, suddenly turned and she grabbed the sheet and pulled it aside. Her legs were like sticks because they had wasted away from months of paralysis. They began to shake under the power of God. By this time, the bed was shaking and the whole room was charged with the power of God. We all began to call out to God. Suddenly, while everybody was crying and praying, Nithiya’s body began to shake and she was thrown out of the bed. She immediately knelt on the floor. The moment she knelt on the floor, I looked at my watch. It was 3:30 p.m. I knew the miracle was complete. “Let’s stop praying and let’s praise the Lord,” I said. This girl who moments before had been paralyzed stood erect. The room resounded with a chorus of praise and worship… (My Adventure in Faith, pgs. 193-196)