I mingled with the crowd and began praying for some. I remember one young man in particular. His face had two normal eyes, but the rest of his face was only skin. I prayed for him and then continued to walk amongst the people. Later I again ran into the man for whom I had prayed earlier. His face was healed in every way and he was very grateful.

I tried to get the crowd’s attention. I wanted to teach them about holding onto their healing once God had touched them. I tried to teach them how to stand firm and not allow the devil or the lust of their own flesh to rob them of the gift of their healing. I tried to teach them how to weather-strip the windows of their soul. But there were only a few in the crowd that listened to my words. The others were aimlessly walking about chatting with one another.

Then something happened that truly amazed me. More and more people came to the front of the hall where I happened to be standing. They asked for prayer. Some were slain in the Spirit as I merely looked at them. Others brought their medication and spilled it on the floor in front of me. The pills were scattered all over and began to accumulate all around me. There were thousands of pills, several inches deep. There seemed to be all kinds of pills for all kinds of problems.

I asked several doctors who happened to be nearby what would happen if I scooped up a bunch of these pills and swallowed them all at once. They replied, “They would kill you.” I tried to show the crowd that I was immune to the toxic effect of many different pills being swallowed at one time; but I had a hard time swallowing any of them. I was not sure what this meant.

At the end of what now seemed to be some kind of a miracle healing service, I was totally exhausted. I was asked to come back the next day for another service but declined to commit myself. But I did say this, “I will come back, but not tomorrow. Assemble yourselves daily and pray for me to return. But when I do come back it will be a surprise.” When I awoke, I was like an empty jug, totally poured out.

How am I to interpret this dream? How might you interpret this dream? The desire to see people healed has consumed my life ever since I had what might be called my “Road to Damascus” experience. I have had a

compelling desire since then to see people set free from the use of drugs that treat both mental and emotional disorders. And that includes the use and abuse of all drugs, whether they be legal or illegal, over-the-counter or prescription drugs. My own mother became dependent on drugs; but one day, at the age of 83, she was able by the grace of God to flush all of them down the toilet. After that, a number of times she and I went to her local pharmacy and stretched out our hands toward the many shelves filled with over-the-counter drugs and asked Jesus to heal and deliver those who were going to purchase them.

I believe in dreams. I believe in visions. I believe in miracles. I believe in Jesus, “The Great Physician.” I am speaking only to those who, like the woman with the issue of blood, have spent all their resources on cures that brought no relief, to those who are desperate. (Luke 8:43–48). You have nothing more to lose and everything to gain if you trust Jesus to heal you and set you free from your pain and misery. Reach for the hem of His garment today.

To build your faith, I shall remind you of two stories. It would be good if you would read them in their entirety. The first one is from the Old Testament. The second one is from the New Testament.

Naaman, captain of the host of the king of Syria, was instructed by the prophet Elisha to bathe seven times in the Jordan River, and he would be healed of leprosy. Reluctantly, he obeyed. “So Naaman went down to the Jordan River and dipped himself seven times, as the prophet had told him to. And his flesh became as healthy as a little child’s, and he was healed! “(2 Kings 5:14). Complying with the prophet’s instructions was the key to Naaman’s healing.

When a physician writes a prescription, we dare not violate its instructions. Likewise, the Word of God and the word of His prophets, living or dead, is our prescription for healing. We dare not disobey His Word and His prophets, lest we arouse God’s anger and forfeit our healing. Here is the story from the New Testament:

As Jesus was walking along, he saw a man blind from birth. “Master,” his disciples asked him, “why was this man born blind? Was it a result of his own sins or those of his parents?” “Neither,” Jesus answered, “But to demonstrate the power of God. All of us must quickly carry out the tasks assigned us by the one who sent me, for there is little time left before the night falls and all work comes to an end. But while I am still here in the world, I give it my light.” Then he spat on the ground and made mud from the spittle and smoothed the mud over the blind man’s eyes, and told him, “Go and wash in the Pool of Siloam” (the word “Siloam means “Sent”). So the man went where he was sent and washed and came back seeing! (Jn 9:1-7) Now let us continue with the dream and discover its significance. Whether or not we choose to follow the instructions “The Great Physician” places before us is left up to each individual. Is our first response to pain a pill or

a prayer? I say this to you who have medicine cabinets full of pills that cost a lot but have not healed you. I say this to you who have shoeboxes full of drugs for which you have robbed, conned someone, or committed murder. I say this to you whose refrigerators and waistlines are bulging with beer. I say this to you whose teeth are stained with nicotine, “If you are sick and tired of being sick and tired, if you are desperate, your miracle is at hand. Bring your ills and pills to the feet of Jesus and leave them there. He will scoop them up. Be violently determined to trust and obey Jesus. And when you are healed, He will be able to use you to compassionately touch others!”'

I have provided a picture of Jesus’ outstretched hands here so anyone can place his or her pills and ills into His (not Peter’s) hands. Violently trash your treasures, flush your pleasures, and break your crutches. Our “crutches,” our expensive dead-end habits, may not remain hidden in our homes. They must be destroyed. Whatever is still in our homes still lives in our hearts. It is to be a tangible, physical transaction. It is to be marked on your calendar. It is to be witnessed by a friend. It is to be sealed with a prayer of repentance and thanksgiving for your healing and freedom. Write your name and the date into the palm of Jesus’ hands provided and place the picture where you will be reminded daily of your transaction. Do it now while your heart is full of faith and courage. My heart aches for you. Know that these words are saturated with passion and compassion.

God is waiting to transform us and our false illusion of wellness, our thoughts of suicide, rage, and despair. He wants to transform the heart of every wimp and slave into the heart of a warrior. He alone can make ALL things new.

The movie “Patch Adams,” starring Robin Williams, is a mirror of my life. Let it also become a mirror of your life. If you have already seen it, go see it again. Maybe God is waiting to speak to you as He has spoken to me. He is not limited to using dreams, visions, or the Bible to speak to us. He can use a donkey or an ordinary secular Hollywood movie like “Patch Adams,” “Ben Hur,” or “The Ten Commandments” to get our attention.

I have seen a number of movies that have been like a mirror of God’s roadmap for my life. He is always speaking, but we, His children, don’t always hear His voice. And we don’t always obey. These words have kept me close by His side for the past thirty-three years: “Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams.” (1 Samuel 15:22). His grace has been sufficient to see me through the trials that have forged these words. I shall not let Satan imprison me or write my obituary! I now diligently, even violently guard my health and share my new-found freedom with those who will receive my words. Copy and share them liberally, but with discretion.

I have adopted this prayer and offer it to you:

“Lord Jesus, I want to be so alive and so well, that I am contagious in a God-way.”

If the above has piqued your curiosity, if you are hungry for more, if you are ready to be challenged to the “max”, read about the life of John G. Lake (1870-1935). I have copied 15 of his sermons. They are full of heart-stopping surprises. I have stored them in my computer and would be happy to e-mail LukeFour18@gmail.com them to anyone who asks for them. They can also be purchased from a bookstore or via the internet. The title is: “The John G. Lake Sermons on Dominion over Demons, Disease and Death.” As you read the sermons, the Holy Spirit may place the mantle of another John G. Lake upon you.

It’s no longer a dream. I’m back; but it’s no longer me, but Christ in me. My jug is full, full with the fire and favor of the Most High God. Thanks for letting me visit you!

Peter D. Laue – another Patch Adams

*As long as the supply lasts, we can send you a print of the hands of Jesus by artist Joann Reed

Many years went by before I was shown and understood that the devil is the accuser of the brethren; and whenever I accused someone, I allowed the devil to speak and or act through me. Satan was able to speak through the apostle Peter when Peter tried to stop Jesus from going to Jerusalem. Jesus confronted Satan, not Peter, by saying, “Get thee behind me, Satan.”

After 14 years of what appeared to be a flawless marriage, my first marriage ended in divorce. Not only was my marriage shattered when I invited Jesus to live in my heart, but so was my ego. The moment I opened my heart to Jesus and invited Him to be my Lord and Savior, my wife and I became strangers. That was a very sad and difficult moment in my life and the lives of our two boys. There are many who have sacrificed family and friends when they surrendered their lives to Jesus lock, stock and barrel. Jesus said that this may happen. Many have paid and are paying with their lives.

For me, divorce meant the ultimate failure in life. It was something I could not fix or could not comprehend.

However, there was also a measure of relief when it happened. Healing came very slowly. It started when I met Rebekah. When I told her that I was divorced, had no job, had been in a mental institution and was Jewish, she replied, “So ……….!” The external trappings of who I was and where I had been meant nothing to her. I did not have to present a list of credentials and degrees. She saw me perfected in Christ and explained it this way, “One evening during a telephone conversation with Peter, the Lord gave me a picture of Peter in my spirit. I saw him standing on the side of a mountain, dressed in a white robe. Part of the robe was draped over one arm, and he was looking out over a great distance. His expression was all-knowing and all-wise; the wisdom of the ages was written on his countenance. I knew that I was seeing him completed and perfected, as God must see him through the righteousness of Christ. This has been a wonderful blessing in our lives, for I

did not see him as ill or incapable in any way, but wonderfully raised up in Christ. This then set him free to go on in the Lord, to grow in Him, and to heal in God’s perfect timing and way.”

Those we see as whole and healed are in a climate where healing is possible. Those we see as sick and deformed are in a climate where healing is very difficult for them. Whenever we see someone whole and free, we see them through the eyes of Jesus. That is a very special grace for both the patient and caregiver. Yes, I was very confused and tormented, but Rebekah did not see me that way; and if she did, she never mentioned it. Jesus never exposed a cripple unless He intended to heal him. And we are to follow His example all the time.

Those we see as whole and healed are in a climate where healing is possible. Those we see as sick and deformed are in a climate where healing is very difficult for them. Whenever we see someone whole and free, we see them through the eyes of Jesus. That is a very special grace for both the patient and caregiver. Yes, I was very confused and tormented, but Rebekah did not see me that way; and if she did, she never mentioned it. Jesus never exposed a cripple unless He intended to heal him. And we are to follow His example all the time.

Seeing myself as God’s helper instead of a hero has been a very slow process. Jesus used my quiet, unassuming handmaiden Rebekah to help me. As I look back over the years when I thought of myself more highly than I ought to, I see God’s grace being profusely poured out. I am ever so grateful. I remember the first time the Holy Spirit spoke through Rebekah. I had pointed out to her one of my favorite paintings that I had purchased at a Good Will store for one dollar. It was a painting of St. George on a white horse. He was poised and ready to throw his spear into the mouth of Satan depicted as a dragon. I said to Rebekah, “I see myself as St. George.” She replied, “Peter, you are not St. George, you are the horse. Jesus is St. George.” Because of the gentle and non-judgmental way God

spoke to me through Rebekah, I was able to receive the correction without feeling rejected or being wounded.

For many years we had a painting of a Bangladesh farmer who was carefully watering rows of little plants using a clay pot. When Rebekah saw how much I loved the picture, she bought it for me at an art exhibit. The picture hung in our bedroom for maybe 18 years. We both could see and enjoy it as we sat up in bed most mornings and drank a cup of coffee, held hands and shared our dreams. I am sure I bored Rebekah to tears as I commented about the painting. I kept telling her over and over again that I saw myself as the farmer in the painting. One morning she blurted out, “Peter, you are not the farmer in the painting, you are the clay pot. Jesus is the farmer and the water in the clay pot is the Holy Spirit.” I finally got the message. Shortly thereafter the painting was rotated to another wall in the living room and a new painting is now occupying the spot in the bedroom. The walls in our homes are like 24-hour a day pulpits that can influence us and our guests in a

good way, a bad way, or no way at all. Some pictures are so bland, they are like lukewarm water or a meal without any seasoning.

God continued to speak to me through pictures and tangible symbols. I recall the time I stood in front of a painting at an art exhibit. It was a painting of a herd of wild horses. As I stood in front of the picture, the Holy Spirit descended upon me. I experience His presence in a tangible way as a pleasant charge of electricity flooding all or a part of my body. Whenever this happens, I ask, “Lord, what are you trying to show me?” The answer is seldom immediate. When the answer came several months later in a dream, He, the Holy Spirit, showed me a herd of unruly horses and said, “These horses are your unbridled emotions. I cannot use you until the emotions are bridled.” Over a period of several years I was shown that these emotions were being bridled one emotion at a time. Anger, fear, lust, and

pride are some of the unbridled emotions creating havoc in the jungle of our minds and emotions.

Another picture that has held my attention was a pencil drawing of a huge ocean liner surrounded by numerous tugboats. To this day I regret not having purchased it when I first saw it some 35 years ago. When I told our friend Carlos about the painting, he used his detective skills and found a painting on the internet that parallels the pencil drawing. The question that I ask myself today is, “Am I satisfied playing the role of one of the tugboats or am I still striving to be that ocean liner? Am I happy to occupy a corner in the market place or do I have to have a corner on the market?” Being another “Titanic” is dangerous and has taken many unsuspecting, innocent passengers to an early grave. Many a high-profile leader has been like another Titanic. When their real character was exposed, many of their followers felt and

were betrayed. Many of them turned their back on God, unable to forgive and forget. Do I want others to remember me as another Titanic or remember Jesus after they have met me?

The picture of the ocean liner is the Queen Mary before it was permanently docked in Long Beach, California. There are some who read these words that may even have booked a passage on the Queen Mary or may have visited the ocean liner in Long Beach, California. I will need to study the picture a bit longer. I sense that it wants to say more to me.