This is why I know GOD’s word is true

My name is Ferd Sebastian, I am 67 years old. I’ve wasted most of my life fighting the world, trying to get ahead. Eleven years ago, I found I was not Superman.

Apr 10, 2014

Ferd Sebastian
My name is Ferd Sebastian, I am 67 years old. I’ve wasted most of my life fighting the world, trying to get ahead. Eleven years ago, I found I was not Superman. There was always someone faster, meaner, or uglier to aggravate my life. After pounding my body to the breaking point I was brought to my knees. My heart was clogged up from stress and improper eating. I needed open heart surgery! But I wasn’t whipped yet. I had money. So I told my doctor to get the best surgeon, which he did and my operation was a success. However after six months my bypasses started stopping up. I got the bad news. I was down for the count. The doctors said my best chance would be if they blocked off or killed half of my heart. I would be severely restricted in my activity but if I didn’t do it I was sure to have a massive heart attack which would probably kill me. I told them I would let them know my decision and left.

I was a film producer living in Los Angeles at that time, so dejectedly I went to the studio. However Jesus jolted me. A thought came as clear as day. Ferd, you can’t handle this. There is nothing you or your money can do. You need help. Somehow, thank God, I knew Jesus was the answer. I asked my son if he would pray with me and we went out to a vacant sound stage. As we were walking out to the stage, I remembered something my father told me as a child. That Jesus made promises to his followers. One of them being answering prayers. I was 56 years old at the time of my heart problems, and I hadn’t been to church or picked up a Bible in probably 40 years. But I wanted to claim Jesus’ promise. So we prayed to Jesus to heal me. I told Jesus I didn’t know where it said this in the Bible but I had faith that he could and would heal me. I felt a small snap in my chest. Jesus reached down and picked me up and asked, “Why didn’t you call on me sooner? I’ve been with you all the time, but you wouldn’t listen.” So He healed my body, renewed my mind, and filled me with His Spirit and love.

From that day on I got stronger. I told the doctors Jesus had healed me. They didn’t believe me. They gave me a test where they put a radio active solution in my veins and photographed my heart. It was healed. I had full circulation. They told me that something else must have happened, but I knew Jesus was a man of his word, even if I didn’t know where the word was. That was the start of waking me up to Jesus. I had not been putting Jesus first in my life. Jesus was lucky to be in fifth place after work, money, family and play. In other words I very seldom thought of Him. But he had not forgotten me. He gave me the chance to live and I thank Him with every breath I take.

I wanted to help other people so I started to talk to heart patients as my main ministry as I could relate to how they felt. At that time I didn’t know why my prayer worked. I started reading the Bible and asking God to make His word clear to me. It never made much sense to me before but now it did. From a Minister in California, I learned that the Bible was God talking to me. I also found that every time I read the Bible I learned something new. I will read a particular book, say John, that I have read many times before and find something that I had missed before. The only thing I can think of is God keeps opening my mind and revealing new things to me. Thank God for His teaching. Now I can better serve other people by going over with them passages in the Bible.

In 1996, my doctor told me my lab reports indicated that I had prostate cancer. What did I want to do about it? I told him I would be back in a month and take another test. I went home and prayed to Jesus to heal me. After 30 days I went back to the doctor to take another test. The test was NEGATIVE. Praise The Lord!

When I was 64 years old, I had a stroke. My left side was paralyzed. You could drive a nail thorough my arm and leg and I would not feel it. My wife called 911 for an ambulance to take me to the hospital. While we were waiting we called our son long distance and with the phone to my ear, we all prayed together for Jesus to heal me. Before we were through with the prayer my left arm started tingling and I could move it. By the time the ambulance arrived I could walk and I had all my feelings back. Praise God, I love Jesus so much. He has been so good to me!

They took me to the hospital and gave me a CAT scan, to look for the clot. I told them they would not find it. Jesus took it away. They didn’t find it, but this time, I think one of the nurses believed me. They kept me in the hospital three days for observation, everything was OK. My wife picked me up to go home and on the way we decided to stop for lunch. The owner of the small cafe was a friend of mine and was concerned about my being in the hospital. I told him not to worry because Jesus had healed me. He asked would I talk to his cook. His father had just had a stroke and the boy was terribly worried about him. I turned to my wife and said, “Now I know that having my stroke like my other two illnesses was a blessing. I’ve got a whole new group to minister to. If you are a Christian, God can always turn your misfortune into blessing. Use your misfortune. God is instructing you so pay attention and use these lessons in life to glorify God.”

You have the power to help other people. (John 14:12-14), Jesus says, “I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son will bring glory to the Father. You may ask anything in My name, and I will do it.”

I’m not trying to claim that anything I do is Christ like. Far from it. However, I do have faith and trust in Jesus. Thank God that when He looks at me, He doesn’t see this faulty person I am. All He sees is the Christ that lives inside of me and He makes me perfect.

“Praise God, that he gave His only begotten son to save us. Thank you Jesus for coming!”

Why did I get all of these ailments? God certainly didn’t give them to me. No, that would be counter productive, and that isn’t how God operates. God doesn’t make you sick, just so He could heal you. I got all of these illnesses because I am 67 years old and live a normal American lifestyle. By the time you are 67, you will probably have one or more of these illnesses also. Will you let them kill you? Or do you want to live? Don’t wait as long as I did to find the key to health and happiness in this lifetime. Come to Jesus!

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