In His Name
by Kenneth Copeland
One of the first times I saw with my own eyes the power that’s in the Name of Jesus, I was with Brother Oral Roberts at one of his healing crusades. We were standing in the invalid tent, surrounded by the sickest people I’d ever seen. Right in front of us lay a little woman on a stretcher who was practically eaten up with cancer of the stomach. Except for the tumorous bulge of her belly, she looked like just skin and bones.
I hadn’t expected to be the one praying for her.
As a 30-year-old freshman at Oral Roberts University and part of Brother Roberts’ transportation team, my assignment that night had been to simply recap for the people in the invalid tent what Brother Roberts had preached in the main meeting so they would be ready for him to pray for them. When he’d walked into the tent that evening, however, Brother Roberts had changed the plan.
He had grabbed my coat, pulled me up in front of him and said, “Kenneth, tonight you’re going to do the praying and the laying on of hands.” Seeing the color drain from my face he laughed and told me not to worry. “I’ll be right here behind you,” he said. “If you make a mistake, I’ll fix it. But don’t touch them until you’re ready to release your faith.”
The woman with the stomach cancer was the closest, so we started with her. Because I’d been studying in the Scriptures about the power of Jesus’ Name, I decided that would be my point of contact. When I said, “In the Name of Jesus,” I would put my hands on her and release my faith.
Just as I started to do that, however, I suddenly heard what sounded like the roar of the Lion of Judah. “In the Name of Jesus whose I am and whom I serve,” Brother Roberts bellowed, “you foul, unclean spirit, take your hands off of God’s property right now!”
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