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  • Adventures in God. by John G Lake.

  • John Graham Lake was a man of prayer and commitment. To better understand the quality of his life,

  • you will want to read his consecration to God at the close of this book. At the Lake

  • Healing Rooms in Spokane, Washington, 100,000 healings were recorded in five years. Dr.

  • Ruthlidge of Washington, D C, called Spokane the healthiest city in the world as a result

  • of Lake's Healing Rooms. John G Lake was born March 18, 1870, at St.

  • Mary's, Ontario, Canada. While he was still a child, his parents moved to the United States.

  • At the age of 21, he became a Methodist minister, but later chose to start a newspaper instead

  • of accepting a church ministry. After his marriage, Lake's wife entered into

  • a prolonged serious illness, but was miraculously delivered under the ministry of John Alexander

  • Dowie in April 1898. This experience forever altered the direction of John G Lake's life

  • and ministry. All that he accomplished as a result of his

  • intense regard for the Word of God stands as an example to all Christians of what is

  • possible for any person who will believe and act on the Scriptures.

  • Adventures in God.

  • I found God as a boy, so for 50 years, I have been walking in the light of God understanding

  • fellowship with Him and listening to His Voice. I want to call to your attention some of the

  • things the Christian enjoys that others miss. A dear man received an injury that caused

  • his death in a motor accident not far from Beaverton, the day after this man was killed,

  • I was visiting some friends in Beaverton and they told me of his Injury. After our visit,

  • my wife and I were driving into the city. As we were coming up one of the highway a

  • Voice said, "Pull onto the left of the road and stop."

  • Don't you know that Voice, Christian heart? That Voice is so common that I never even

  • spoke of it to my wife. The left side is the wrong side of the road,

  • and you are breaking the traffic law to be there. But I have listened to that Voice so

  • many years that I have learned in most cases to obey it. Jesus said, "My sheep know my

  • voice." (John 10:27.) (The thought I am trying to bring to you,

  • dear friends, is the value of knowing the Lord and what communion with God means. Salvation

  • is not just something God gives you that is going to bless you after you die; it is having

  • the presence of the Lord now. God has promised to the Christian the guidance and direction

  • of the Holy Spirit.) I pulled onto the left hand side of the road,

  • ran the wheels of my car close into the ditch, and stopped. Immediately, I heard the grinding

  • of a great truck coming around the curve. I had not seen it before. Instead of coming

  • normally, it was coming down the driver's left hand side of the road at a 45 degree

  • angle. The truck had gone out of control and was covering the whole road!

  • If I had been on my side of the road, it would have sideswiped me and pushed me over the

  • bank. A 100 foot drop down! But I was on the other

  • side when the great thing swept past me. The truck went 50 to 100 feet beyond me, struck

  • a rough spot in the road, and straightened itself. The driver got the truck under control

  • and went on. Dear friends, men in the Word of God were guided by the Voice of God. God

  • talked to them. This is the inner thing of real Christian experience, the reason men

  • seek by the grace of God to enter into the real heart of God into the real soul of Jesus

  • Christ into the place where He lives within you where His Voice speaks in your heart.

  • I was sitting one day in the home of the DeValeras in Krugersdorp, South Africa, when a man arrived

  • who had traveled all over the country. He had been following me from place to place,

  • trying to catch up with me. He suffered a sunstroke which had affected his mind and

  • he also had developed a large cancer. He came into the house and proved to be a

  • friend of the family. In a little while a six year old child who had been sitting near

  • me went across the room, climbed on the man's knees, put her hands on the cancer on his

  • face, and prayed. I saw the cancer wither. In half an hour, the thing had disappeared.

  • The wound was still there, but in a few days it was healed. After the child had laid her

  • hands on top of his head, he arose, saying, "Oh! The fire that has been in my brain has

  • gone out," and his mind was normal. Power belongs unto God. Psalms 62 Verse 11. The

  • simplest soul can touch God and live in the very presence of God and in His power.

  • It is almost sadness to my soul that men should be astonished and surprised at an ordinary,

  • tangible evidence of the power of God. A woman came into the Healing Rooms once with

  • a tumor larger than a full grown unborn child. Her physicians had been fooled, believing

  • it to be a child until nature's period had passed. Then they decided it must be something

  • else. She came to the Healing Rooms and I interviewed her. She said, "Mr. Lake, I have

  • the opinion of several physicians. They are all different, but each has said, 'It is possible

  • it may be a child.' But now the time has passed, and they do not know what to say." I put my

  • hand upon her for a moment, and I said, "Madame, it is not a child; it is a tumor." She sat

  • down and wept. Her nurse was with her. Her soul was troubled and she did not receive

  • healing. She came back on another afternoon for prayer and returned the next day wearing

  • her corsets. She said, "I came down to show you that I am perfectly normal. When I retired

  • last night at 10 o'clock, there was no evidence that anything had taken place, beyond that

  • I felt comfortable and the choking was gone. But when I awoke this morning, I was my normal

  • size." I asked, "Did it disappear in the form of fluid?"

  • She said, "There was not an outward sign of any character." Beloved, what happened to

  • it? It dematerialized. The tumor dissolved. What is a miracle? It is the tangible evidence

  • of the supreme control of the Spirit of God over every character and form of materiality.

  • Beloved, the power of such an event, such an act and sign, shows you and me that through

  • living, positive, actual contact with the Spirit of God, all things are possible. Blessed

  • be His Name! I was in a meeting in Los Angeles on one occasion.

  • An old black man was conducting the services'. He had the funniest vocabulary. But I want

  • to tell you, there were doctors, lawyers, and professors listening to marvelous things

  • coming from his lips. It was not what he said in words; it was what

  • he said from his spirit to my heart that showed me he had more of God in his life than any

  • man I had ever met up to that time. It was God in him who was attracting people. One

  • man insisted on getting up and talking every little while. Some people have a mania for

  • talking. The old black brother endured it for a long

  • time. Finally, the fellow got up again, and the old man stuck his finger out and said,

  • "In the Name of Jesus Christ, sit down!" The man did not sit down. He fell down. And his

  • friends carried him out. That is only one of the living facts of what Christianity is:

  • the divine power of Jesus Christ by the Holy Spirit, filling a man's soul and body, flashing

  • through his nature like holy flame, accomplishing the will of God.

  • There is a baptism that belongs to Jesus. It is in His supreme control. No angel or

  • man can bestow it. It comes from Him alone. He it is which baptizes with the Holy Ghost.

  • John 1 Verse 33. So the individual who wants the Holy Spirit must come into definite, conscious

  • contact with Jesus Christ Himself. Bless God! Almost a year before I went to Africa, as

  • I was praying one night, I was overshadowed by the Spirit of the Lord. The Lord showed

  • me various places in which I would labor for five years and, by the illumination that would

  • appear in the heavens, I knew the extent of the work in each place. The last of these

  • places I saw was South Africa. That night as I knelt on the floor, I was suddenly present

  • at a church in Johannesburg, South Africa, Where an acquaintance of mine was pastor.

  • I walked in the door of the church, walked the entire length of the church to the front

  • and into a little vestry. I looked around the place and took note of everything; the

  • furniture, the room, and all about it. All of this occurred as I prayed in my hometown

  • near Chicago. In less than a year, I was in that church and pastor of it. God did the

  • whole thing. I had nothing to do with it. God having shown with the illumination the

  • marvelous extent and character of the work He was going to do all over the land, I had

  • faith to believe that the thing God showed me would come to pass, mid I have lived to

  • see it through. One evening in my own tabernacle, a young girl about 16 to 18 years of age by

  • the name of Hilda suddenly became overpowered by the Spirit of God.

  • She arose and stood on the platform beside me. I recognized at once that the Lord had

  • given the girl a message, so I simply stopped preaching and waited while the Spirit of God

  • came upon her. She began to chant in some language I did not know, and then made gestures

  • like those a Mohammedan priest would make when chanting prayers. In the back of the

  • house I observed a young East Indian, whom I knew. He became enraptured and commenced

  • to walk gradually up the aisle. No one disturbed him, and he proceeded up the aisle until he

  • had reached the front. Then he stood looking into the girl's face with intense amazement.

  • When her message had ceased, I said to him, "What is it?" He answered, " Oh, she speaks

  • my language!" I said, "What does she say?" He came up on the platform beside me and gave

  • the gist of her message. "She tells me that salvation comes from God. In order to save

  • men, Jesus Christ, Who was God, became man. She says one man cannot save another; that

  • Mohammed was a man like other men, not a power to save a man from his sins. But Jesus was

  • God, and He had power to impart His Spirit to me and make me like God. While I was preaching

  • in a church in South Africa, an American lady whose son resided in the state of Iowa, was

  • present in a week night service. Before the service began, she called me into

  • the vestry and said she had just received a letter from her daughter in law. It stated

  • that the woman's son, It college professor, appeared to be tubercular. He was compelled

  • to give up his teaching position and was in a condition of great weakness. As I conversed

  • with the mother, I observed that she, too, believed her son to be tubercular and that,

  • unless healing came to him quickly, he would die. I returned to the Audience Room; and

  • as we were about to pray, I stepped to the end of the platform and asked the mother to

  • hand me the letter. Taking it in my hands, I knelt to pray, inviting all present to join

  • me in faith in God for the man's deliverance. My spirit seemed to ascend in God, and I lost

  • all consciousness of my environment. Suddenly, I found myself standing in that young man's

  • home in Iowa, nearly 10,000 miles from Johannesburg. The man sat by a hard coal heater with a little

  • boy about two years old on his lap. I observed him critically and said to myself, your face

  • is hard and shows no evidence of soul development or spiritual life, yet your affection for

  • your son is a redeeming quality. His wife sat on the opposite side of the table, reading

  • a magazine. Observing her, I remarked to myself, When he got you, he got a Tartar! While standing

  • behind the man's chair, I laid my hands on his head, silently praying for God to impart

  • to him His healing virtue and make the man well that he might bless the world and that

  • his mother's heart might be comforted. There was no knowledge of my return. In a moment

  • I was aware that I was kneeling on the Church platform. I had been uttering audible prayer

  • and the Spirit of God was resting deeply upon the people.

  • Some six weeks later, word was received that the young man was quite well. His recovery

  • had begun on the exact date that prayer was offered for him in our church 10,000 miles

  • away. I was absent from the city of Spokane for

  • a time and, when I returned, Mrs. Lake was not at home. It was just time to leave for

  • my afternoon service when someone came in and said, "Your secretary, Mrs. Graham, is

  • in the throes of death. Your wife is with her."

  • Immediately I hurried to the place. One of my ministers' wives met me at the door and

  • said, "You are too late; she is gone." As I stepped inside, the minister was coming

  • out of the room. He said, "She has not breathed for a long time." But looking on that woman,

  • I thought of how God Almighty had raised her out of death three years before; how He had

  • miraculously given her back her womb, ovaries, and tubes which had been removed in operations;

  • how she had married and conceived a child. As these thoughts arose, my heart flamed!

  • I took that woman up off the pillow and called op God for the lightnings of heaven to blast

  • the power of death and deliver her. I commanded her to come back and stay. She came back after

  • having not breathed for 23 minutes! We have not yet learned to keep in living

  • touch with the powers of God. Once in a while our souls rise, and we see the flame of God

  • accomplish this wonder and that. But, beloved, Jesus Christ lived in the presence of God

  • every hour of the day and night. Never a word proceeded from the mouth of Jesus Christ,

  • but that which was God's Word. He said, The words that I speak unto you, they ore spirit,

  • and they are life John 6 Verse 63. When you and I are lost in the Son of God

  • and the fires of Jesus burn in our hearts, as they did in his, our words will be the

  • words of Spirit and of life. There will be no death in them. Beloved, we are on the way.

  • Having formal acknowledgement as a student of science, it was my privilege to attend

  • clinics, which I frequently did. At one time I submitted myself to a series

  • of experiments. It was not sufficient to know that God healed; I had to know how God healed.

  • I visited one of the great experimental institutions and submitted myself for a series of experiments.

  • First, an instrument was attached to my head. This instrument had an indicator that would

  • register the vibrations of the brain. I began to repeat things like the 23rd Psalm

  • to soothe the mind and reduce its vibrations to the lowest point. Then I repeated the 31st

  • Psalm, the 35th chapter of Isaiah, the 91st Psalm, and Paul's address before Agrippa.

  • After this, I went into secular literature and recited Tennyson's "Charge of the Light

  • Brigade" and finally Poe's "The Raven" as I prayed in my heart that at the psychological

  • moment, God would anoint my soul in the Holy Spirit.

  • My difficulty was that while reciting, I could not keep the Spirit from coming upon me. When

  • I finished with "The Raven," those in charge of the experiment said, "You are a phenomenon.

  • You have a wider mental range than any human being we have ever seen."

  • In reality, this was not so. It was because the Spirit of God kept coming upon me to such

  • degree that I could feel the moving of the Spirit within me.

  • I prayed in my heart, "Lord God, if You will only let the Spirit of God come like the lightnings

  • of God upon my soul for two seconds, I know something is going to happen that these men

  • have never seen before. As I recited the last lines of the poem, suddenly

  • The Spirit of God struck me in a burst of praise and tongues. The indicator on that

  • instrument bounded to the limit and I haven't the least idea how much further it would have

  • gone if it had been possible. The professors said, "We have never seen anything

  • like it!" I replied, "Gentlemen, it is the Holy Ghost."

  • In the second experiment, a powerful X-ray machine with microscopic attachments was connected

  • to my head. The purpose was to see, if possible, what the action of the brain cells was.

  • I proceeded just as in the former experiment. First, I repeated Scriptures that were soothing

  • those calculated to reduce the action of the cortex coils to their lowest possible register.

  • Then I went to Scriptures which conveyed better and richer things until I reached the first

  • chapter of John. As I began to recite this, the fires of God began to burn in my heart.

  • Suddenly, the Spirit of God came upon me as before, and the man who was behind me touched

  • me. It was a signal to me to keep that poise of soul until one after another could look

  • through the instrument. Finally, when I let go, the Spirit subsided.

  • The professors said, "Why, man, we cannot understand this, but the cortex cells expanded

  • amazingly." I said to them, "Gentlemen, I want you to

  • see one more thing. Go down in your hospital and bring back a man who has inflammation

  • in the bone. Take your instrument and attach it to' his leg. Leave enough space to get

  • my hand on his leg. You can attach it to both sides."

  • When the instrument was ready, I put my hand on the man's shin and prayed like Mother Etter'

  • prays: no strange prayer, but the cry of my heart to God.

  • I said, "God, kill the devilish disease by Your power. Let the Spirit move in him; let

  • it live in him." Then I asked, "Gentlemen, what is taking place?

  • They replied, "Every cell is responding." It is so simple: The life of God comes back

  • into n part that is afflicted; immediately the blood flows; the closed, congested cells

  • respond; and the work is done! That is God's divine science.

  • Oh, beloved, when you pray, something is happening in you! It is not a myth; it is the action

  • of god. The Almighty God, by the Spirit, comes into

  • your soul, takes possession of your brain and manifests Himself in the cortex cells

  • of your brain. When you wish and will, either consciously or unconsciously, the fire of

  • God, the power of God, that life of God, that nature of God, is transmitted from the cortex

  • cells of your brain and throbs through your nerves down through your person, into every

  • cell of your being into every cell of your brain, your blood, your flesh, and your bone,

  • into every square inch of your skin, until you are alive with God!

  • That is divine healing. One day I sat talking to Father Seymour in

  • Los Angeles. I told him about the following incident in the life of Elias Letwaba, one

  • of our native preachers in South Africa: I went to his house one day in the country,

  • and his wife said, "He is not home. A little baby is hurt, and he is praying for it."