By a Pioneer in Africa

“This is Mikey, one of the sons of my friend. He has teeth like an alligator,” explained my co-worker. Then she burst out laughing! After rebuking her for her insensitivity to the nine-year-old boy, I asked him to open and found that he had five baby teeth that had not fallen out at their appointed time about three years ago. So the permanent teeth had already erupted behind the row of baby teeth, producing the alleged “alligator teeth.”

I told her that it would be an easy extraction case and that one of my apprentices could treat Mikey. She said quite strongly, “No! Dr. James you have to do it!” I assured her that it would be an easy case and that I have full confidence in my trainees, but she refused. I asked her why but she just insisted that I perform the extractions.

I reluctantly said OK and as I began to prepare the instruments we discovered the secret. The boy began to convulse in such a violent way that his chest fluttered up and down like a hummingbird. His head locked backwards, he was unable to speak and tears silently streamed from his panicked eyes. “OK! This is why you are so insistent!” I told her.

I asked for more history about Mikey’s condition and requested the presence of his mother. She soon appeared and told me how about 20 days ago the boy began to have these fits of possible epilepsy. They live in a neighboring country. They came across the border to seek treatment and saw a pediatrician in my town who prescribed antiepileptic drugs, but they didn’t cure Mikey. The convulsions would happen up to three times a day. While they would be walking the mother would notice that Mikey was no longer at her side. She’d look back to find that he had fallen and was writhing on the ground.

They had even taken Mikey to a witch doctor or traditional healer for treatment but to no avail. I told the mother that I was willing to treat her son but I would like to request permission to pray for him if the convulsing returned. She agreed. Sure enough, as I approached the child he began to writhe and be locked in a grip.

“In Jesus Christ’s name be healed,” I proclaimed and the boy immediately stopped convulsing. His body relaxed, his eyes returned a more natural, aware appearance and the tears ceased to flow. I removed all five teeth and not once did he shake; I think he almost fell asleep! I exclaimed to the mother, “You see! There is authority in the name of Jesus Christ and whatever his condition—epilepsy or demonic attack—it must submit to Him.” The next day my co-worker came to tell me that Mikey was doing well and that even until that day his convulsions had not returned.

Please pray that this power encounter would not become just another show of magic to Mikey’s family who comes from a people who regularly consult and depend on magic, evil spirits and charms. Intercede that they all would be freed from this trap and they would put their trust and faith in none other than Jesus Christ!