For the man was about forty years old, on whom this miracle of healing was shewed.– Acts 4:22
I sure can identify with this verse of scripture for I too was forty years old when I learned, firsthand, of the healing power of the Lord Jesus Christ. I have had knowledge of the Lord Jesus all of my life and I even had a profound healing moment through Him when I was twenty years old, but it would be twenty more years before the truth of who He is would become clear to me. Just like the Israelites in the days of Moses, I wondered through the wilderness for forty long years. I gave fleshly assent to the identity of Jesus throughout this time, but my spirit and heart were far from Him.
As time passed, I wondered farther and farther from Him, to the point that my fleshly assent even began to waiver. I began to deny the truth of the Bible, which I had always thought of as the sacred text I could not understand so I did not bother much with reading it until I became entrenched in this battle for truth. At one point, I went so far as to deny that Jesus came in the flesh at all. This all occurred in a fast-moving vacuum of spiritual searching on my part. It seemed the more I sought after the truth of spiritual matters, the further away from the actual truth I moved. I became so lost that I was sucked into a whirlwind of spiritual confusion. God Almighty was sending me warnings, signs, and wonders so frequently, yet the darkness of the occult practices of mediumship and new age hokey pokey were matching up with signs and wonders of their own. God’s signs and wonders, however, always shown the brightest above the two.
This battle for my soul raged for almost a solid two years. The day the veil of confusion lifted, the day the truth shown forth in every facet of my being- soul, spirit, and mind- was a glorious day indeed. That day, very early in the morning, I heard a loud knock at the door of our small apartment. My husband went to investigate but no one was there, there was not a soul in sight. My spirit testified to me Immediately that it was, in fact, Jesus. He had come to knock on the door of my heart. He had come to let me know that time was up; the time for my decision was at hand- I was either going to walk with Him in the truth or continue on in dark confusion. I decided that very moment that it would be Him. Why would I go anywhere else? My spirit cried within me the words Peter spoke to the Lord Jesus in John 6:68, “…Lord, to whom should I go? thou hast the words of eternal life.”
That was it! A weight lifted; a burden gone; a search ended; and a new heart, once hardened, bitter, and broken, now turned to flesh by being reborn! As long as there is breath in our lungs, we have this miraculous opportunity to turn to the truth that is found only in Jesus Christ and live!