JESUS CHRIST HEALED ME OF CANCER! In May, 1995, I returned back to America from my missions field with a strong feeling that perhaps my ministry in Southeast Asia had come to a close. I had numerous tumors in my neck, which I knew because of past history were cancerous. I had already been operated on twice, and my thyroid had been removed during the second operation. Midst many tears, I told my friends, "Goodbye", thinking we would never see them again.

Dale R. Starks Missionary & Author

I had previously spent two months in Kudat, Sabah, East Malaysia seeking the face of God for my healing. During that time, I had wonderful fellowship with God, and I would often hear His voice, "Wait upon the Lord, be of good courage." God also gave me the material for a book, Turn Up The Heat, concerning prayer which has been a best seller. However, additional tumors began to form inside my neck, some of them very large in size. I felt it was God's will to return to America for surgery.

The Lord directed me to have my surgery in Alexandria, Louisiana, and be near a praying church (The Pentecostals of Alexandria). When I came out of surgery, in June, 1995, the doctor explained to me, "I was not able to remove the largest tumor, because it is on a jugular vein. If I tried to remove it, you would have had a stroke!" Also, after surgery, I could not raise my left arm. I returned to the surgeon, complaining about this, and he explained, "The cancer had spread to the shoulder muscles. I was forced to remove these muscles. You will probably never be able to raise that arm again. You are lucky to be alive!"

Several doctors met together and discussed my case and what course of action they would take. My chief doctor was Dr. Mansour, who is a very popular doctor in this area (Alexandria, La). When he met with me, he was kind, but never smiled. He did not want to give me any false hope. I was told of the program that would be followed. I was to began with six weeks of radiation. After this, they would give me a body scan, and see what was accomplished.

The six weeks of radiation caused much pain and suffering, and the body scan only revealed that the cancer had spread to the spleen area. Meanwhile, I would go to church and try to raise my left arm and praise God, and it was impossible. My body was also growing weaker. My system was so messed up that I could not sleep in bed. I would wake up choking and gagging with phlegm. I slept four months in a recliner. The radiation was followed by Iodine 131 treatment, which is nuclear medicine. Again, this treatment failed. Faith reached it weakest moment when I sat down at my computer to type my wishes for my funeral service.

Besides the medical treatment I was receiving, I had been prayed for by many men of God. Yet I seemed to be getting weaker day by day, as the cancer apparently was spreading. However, I would hear a voice, which I now realize was not my imagination, but the voice of God, telling me: "I am going to let men do everything they can do to heal you. And when they fail, I am going to show my glory and power, and heal you." I never questioned whether or not God could heal me. He had done so numerous times in the past. My problem was not being convinced that it was His will to heal me. Finally, one night in prayer meeting God gave me the assurance that it was His will. The next day, I had Bro. G.A. Mangun pray for me. Not long after that, we had a wonderful service where the power of God was moving among the people. To my amazement, I looked up and saw my left arm fully extended towards heaven, waving and praising the Lord.

A body scan shortly afterwards showed no trace of cancer. I returned to Asia for four months. In June, 1996, I had another body scan. Still no cancer! In December, after traveling for six months all over the Western half of America, I returned to Alexandria to see my doctor once again. He smiled! Then he walked over to me and placed his hand upon the tumor they were not able to remove. "It is disintegrating," he excitedly informed me. Right after we left his office, he told his staff, "From now on, I am going to call that man, Mr. Amazing!" This past December, the word he used was "Incredible," and then went on to tell me there was no trace of the tumor.

The God who worked a wonderful miracle for me can do the same for you!

Rev. Dale R. Starks, Missionary & Author

Sis. Josephine S. Starks, Missionary & Teacher