Nell Young

My mind goes back to May 1924 when I was living in a little mountain home in Eastern Oregon. Sickness had come into our home and with it had come sorrow and anguish of heart. I had been in the hospital in Seattle, Washington, and had the very best physicians we could get, and was sent home to die. I was suffering with leakage of the heart. Those doctors told me there was no hope. They said, “Your time is short. The least little excitement will be your finish.”

That was sad news as I loved my little family. While I was in this condition, an Apostolic Faith paper came to our home. I read it and felt that a great nugget of gold had come into my hands. The paper came from my brother-in-law who lived in Port Angeles, Washington. He said he and his wife had come into contact with a people who believed God could heal. I did not know anything about these people, but I longed to be there so they could pray for me. I thought maybe God would hear and answer their prayer.

My husband and I decided we would go to Port Angeles. I packed a little suitcase with my burial clothes in it and we started out. We traveled a short distance and then got a hotel room where I rested until I had enough strength to travel a little further. It took some time to get there in this way. As we traveled, I had many questions on my mind. I wondered if God would have mercy and heal me. Would He spare me to work in His vineyard or had I failed Him to the extent that I would have to die and go meet Him empty-handed?

When we arrived in Port Angeles, the Apostolic Faith people prayed for me. They told me God would heal me if I would believe. In July, I was praying alone one afternoon, asking God to heal this body of mine, when I felt the mighty power of God come down and touch my heart. In a moment of time the work was done.

Oh, I can say there is power in this Gospel—wonder-working power! God healed me, gave me Bible salvation, and gave me a happy Christian home. Since then, He has given me the privilege of working in this wonderful Gospel, helping in the harvest field. I am so glad that when I go to meet my Maker, I can go with golden sheaves.