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Background:

At the age of 22 in 1979 I was involved in an auto accident and suffered numerous internal
injuries, broken back and severe brain concussion. As a result of the injuries I have suffered
for the last 27 years physically. During this period of time I have been in the hospital over 45
times and had over 22 surgeries. In the mid 80’s I began having seizures, diagnosed as
epilepsy as a result of the head trauma suffered in the accident.
Years later as the seizures subsided I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease as a result of
the same accident.
During these years of illness it has taken its toll on my family in finances, relationships and
quality of life. My wife has spent countless hours in doctor’s waiting rooms, Surgery and ICU
waiting rooms, sometimes not knowing if I would live or not. Pain, Slowness of movement,
Parkinson’s and illness had become a way of life for me in the most recent years.
I felt a call of God on my life to preach, teach and share the Gospel at a young age. In spite of
all the injuries and hospital visits, I have been involved in the ministry these 27 years.   After
serving as a pastor, youth pastor, worship leader and evangelism director over the next few
years, I felt the call to go on the mission field in 1991. Answering the call I traveled and
ministered in India, Africa and Central America.
After attending revival services at Brownsville Assembly of God in Pensacola 1994 and having a
fresh encounter with the Holy Spirit my wife and I have served with IGO (International Gospel
Outreach) a mission agency based out of Mobile Alabama, as missionaries ministering in
Honduras, India, Tanzania, Kenya and Russia. Later God lead us to start our own ministry
(GCC Medical Missions) aka…The Great Commission Center.   We rescued used medical
equipment and supplies from hospitals and doctors that were destined to be discarded. We
also collected donations of medications from pharmaceutical companies and hospitals. We
would ship these supplies to third world countries and organize and lead medical mission
teams of Christian doctors, nurses and lay people to have medical clinics in the remote bush of
Tanzania, Kenya, Uganda and Sudan. These clinics were used as an evangelism and church
planting tool. Looking back it’s amazing I have been able to do the things I have done in spite of
pain and physical suffering. I have traveled and ministered in over 26 different countries. Over
the years it has been a vicious circle of going to the mission field returning home going into the
hospital, getting better, going back to the field, returning home, back into the hospital, getting
better……
One might say that I have done a lot and been to many places to have had so many physical
hindrances….yes, but it’s by the grace of God that I have done these things. I have layed hands
on and prayed for people in Africa and seen God do great healing during this time, while at the
same time questioning God why He would not heal me. The whole time there was always a
feeling inside that God had much more for me. I felt as if I was being suppressed and held
back from being what God had intended for me in life. I would only go so far, do so much,
achieve certain goals, only to be knocked down by my physical sufferings and limitations. In the
last three years my travel and ministering has been greatly curtailed as a result of the
progression of the Parkinson’s disease taking control of my body. I had not been able to travel
or minister since returning from Kenya in July of 2004. I felt as if I was a fish out of water, lying
on the shore, unable to move.   I had so much to preach, teach and share with no outlet to do
so. In March 2005, after a five week hospital stay with three surgeries and three weeks being in
a coma and knocking at deaths door, I returned home to sit idle, recover, resolved that my life in
ministry was over. Was God through with me?
I felt useless, helpless and worthless as I watched my wife carry the burden of being the father,
mother, bread winner and leader of my family as my Parkinson’s disease progressed.   An
anger and bitterness rose up inside of me that affected my relationship with my wife and
children and everyone around me.

The Battle Begins

Sunday, February 26th – March 5th.
It was one of my better days as far as my health. With my cane clinched in my right hand, I
hobbled into the church building, taking short steady steps with my head down and eyes fixed
on the floor, I slowly progressed to my seat. I felt surprisingly good other than dealing with the
slow movement, tremor and loss of balance and unsteadiness as a result of my Parkinson’s
disease. At the age of 48 I had become a young victim of a progressive degenerative
neurological disease which had become a way of life for me. It was only 9:30 in the morning
and I had already ingested 14 pills of various colors, shapes and sizes to kick off my medicated
day. Only one more hour and it will be time for `my next dose and add three more pills to my
medicated body. That day during the worship service, my pastor announced that he wanted to
take me to Ft. Worth Texas to attend The Amber Rose Healing Conference to receive healing
from Parkinson’s disease. He asked the church for prayer and help with funds for us to make
the trip. I was very excited about the possibility of going to the conference to be ministered to
and hear the great speakers. The conference speakers would be Jack Taylor who himself had
experienced a significant healing in his life after a visit to Toronto in 1994. Also Bill Johnson,
pastor of Bethel Church in northern California which has experienced an unprecedented
amount of miraculous healings and an outpouring of the Holy Spirit in their city. Also Randy
Clark who God used to initiate a move of the Holy Spirit in 1994 at a small storefront church
near the Toronto airport that has turned into a worldwide revival that has impacted millions. I
am greatly encouraged that everyone is praying for me and I want so much to be healed.
That day following the church service my family and I went out for dinner. Only moments after
eating my meal and departing the restaurant I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. It felt as if
someone had impaled a sword through my body. As each minute passed the pain became
more severe. With no relief, I was taken to the hospital only to have emergency surgery later
that afternoon. Awakening in the ICU the next morning I felt defeated and any chance of going
to the conference on healing had been smothered. In the days to come I stated to my wife that I
felt washed up…..I was ready to die. In fact I was crying out to God in my suffering and pain
“God you’ve got to heal me. If not… kill me! “ It was obvious this was a direct attack by the
enemy in an effort to keep me from traveling to Texas to attend the healing conference. The
church pressed in and continued to pray for me.

March 6th – 7th.
After coming home from the hospital I was only able to eat very small amounts and take small
sips of water still with considerable pain. At this point I had lost over 25lbs in three weeks and
was very weak. All of this combined with my Parkinson’s made it extremely hard to move. My
hopes to attend the Amber Rose Conference had grown dimmer. The day before my pastor and
I were to leave for Texas the pain grew more severe. I was in absolute agony.
I called my pastor for prayer and my wife started the prayer wheels of our church and friends
turning. Later in the day the pain became even more intense with some signs of intestinal
bleeding. I called my doctor’s office that afternoon, knowing, by placing that call I would be
immediately admitted to the hospital again. The nurse placed me on hold to summon the
doctor. While on hold I felt as if God was speaking to me, saying: “Trust Me…Trust Me”. I
immediately hung up the phone and began to pray. God heal me!! God allow me to go to the
conference!

The Dream
Late that evening after being restless and in severe pain all day I finally fell asleep for some
much needed rest.
While sleeping I had a dream that there was a great crowd of people lined up on each side of a
street pressing in to try to see someone coming in a great procession. As the image came
closer, I realized it was Jesus everyone was trying to see. He was dressed in beautiful robes of
brilliant white. It was an absolute pure bright white like I had never seen before. It was brighter
than the sun, yet soothing and peaceful as you looked directly at them. Everyone wanted to
touch Him and they cried out to him “Lord! Lord!” Immediately I remembered the woman in the
Bible who suffered from the issue of blood that said “If only I could touch the hem of His
garment, I will be healed!” I then started to push my way through the crowd. Reaching out with
my right hand, I stretched out my arm as far as I could through a small hole that opened
between the shoulders, arms and heads of the people gathered. As he passed by I felt a small
brush of the fabric flow across the top of my fingers.
Immediately at this point I found myself awake lying on my back with my right hand reaching
straight out into the air as in the dream. It was almost as if it had really happened! I then sat up
a realized that the pain in my abdomen had settled down and was almost gone. I returned to
sleep until time to get up and leave for Dallas / Ft. Worth in three hours.

The Journey

After arriving at the Mobile airport and checking in with my pastor, a dear friend and intercessor
from our church arrived to see us off. She asked if we could share communion together before
we leave. Immediately I recalled hearing an evangelist make a statement one time that the
Lords supper is “The meal that heals”. So she opened a small bag she was carrying and
removed juice and crackers for us. There in the middle of the airport terminal my pastor prayed
as the three of us shared in this communion. As I thought about the suffering body and the
shed blood of Jesus Christ I was reminded that His suffering was for me, not only for my sins,
but also for my physical infirmities. I prayed that God would give me strength to make the
journey ahead. During the trip we traveled through Atlanta before going on to Dallas. As my
pastor escorted me through the airport terminals I noticed people staring at me with a startled
look of wonder and pity. I was not surprised since I knew that after losing over 120lbs in the
last year, 25 in the last three weeks and still recovering from abdominal surgery I looked like a
frail, sick old man instead of a vibrant 48 year old. I could only imagine what they were thinking
as they glared, “Is it cancer? Is it aids? The poor guy”.
After arriving in Dallas, and we traveled the expressway in our rental car, I made mental notes
as we passed Baylor University Medical Center and other hospitals as a point of reference…”
just in case”. I wonder if my pastor was doing the same since I made the trip against doctor’s
advice.

The Conference
March 8th 2006

We arrived at Gateway Church early and with the help of my pastor I slowly hobbled into the
church at the point of complete exhaustion from the trip.
Everyone rushed in the worship center as the doors opened. I hoped to find a seat front and
center, but so did all the fast moving healthy people. After slowly making it down to the front I
looked and found two empty seats just right of the center on the second row. The front row in
this section was reserved with no one sitting there at that time. My pastor left me there to go
look at the conference books and cd’s outside that were for sale. As I sat there alone and
people arrived I felt the presence of God come over me. Tears welled up in my eyes and I was
so overwhelmed and thankful that I had made it. I was actually here. I now had a hope in my
spirit that I did not have back home. I was here! Would God heal me? As I sat there, I wondered
if a great big God would actually hear my cry, look down from heaven and touch little ole
miserable me?

Good Seats

The worship center was filled to capacity as the praise and worship music began. Everyone
was on their feet and people began to lift their hands toward heaven as they sang. There was a
great sense of expectancy in the air that God was going to do something great. I gathered
enough strength to stand and with one hand holding on tight to the seat in front of me and the
other clinched to my cane, I join in the singing and celebration. The reserved seats in front of us
were still empty as we continued to worship. After the first song was completed and the music
continued a door on the right side of the worship center opened. Out of the door came three
men moving toward the empty reserved seats in front of my pastor and I. Suddenly I realized as
they approached, these men were the conference speakers that we had traveled so far to hear,
Bill Johnson, Randy Clark and Jack Taylor. All three men gave me the same glare and look I
received from people as I traveled through the airports on my journey to the conference As Jack
Taylor placed his bible on his seat directly in front of me he turned to face me directly. He gave
me a smile and reached out and took my hands into his. After asking me my name he then
gave me a loving look as he leaned over toward me. He said “I love you……I love you, God
loves you and He is going to touch you tonight”. Then he asked, “Are you ready to receive from
the Lord?” Yes! Yes! I replied. Suddenly I was not disappointed about not finding seats front
and center anymore. I wondered if God had orchestrated that there would be two empty seats
directly behind these three men. What was God up to? Was I being set up for something good?
Again, the presence of God came over me and tears once again welled up in my eyes. The
presence of the Holy Spirit was heavy and all around me. Thank you Lord! Thank you Lord!
These are good seats!

God Interrupts

After the praise and worship time was over the first speaker of the conference was Jack Taylor.
Jack first told how he loved everybody. He stated since God loves everyone and Christ lives in
him, he loved everyone. He then turned and looked at me from the pulpit, called out my name
and reiterated what he had said earlier…..”Lee, I love you and Gods going to touch you tonight”.
After he made this statement in front of the crowd of conference attendees an even greater
sense of expectancy rose up inside of me. Suddenly I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit come
over me again as it did earlier. Again tears welled up in my eyes. Although I was still in great
pain and was very weak, I felt such a peace inside as if God had wrapped His arms around me
to hug and caress me. Jack spoke about the Kingdom of God and the model prayer that Christ
gave us to pray. During his message I began to pray: “Thy Kingdom come NOW in my life!
Come into my physical body!”. I cried out to God for Him to be glorified in my body! I wanted His
kingdom and everything He had for me. I just had to have it! Just as I had prayed a few days
earlier, I declared: “Lord, heal me or kill me!” It was if I had grabbed hold of God and I was not
going to let go of Him until He did something for me.
The next speaker was Bill Johnson. He spoke also about the Kingdom of God and His power to
heal. Only a few minutes into his message he abruptly stopped and stated: “There is someone
here experiencing severe pain in their abdomen and God was to take that away from you right
now”. I said to myself “Hey, that’s me!” I immediately pushed my hand into the air. At that point
he asked Jack and Randy Clark to pray for me. He had the entire crowd to point their hands
toward me and pray. Jack Taylor placed his hands on my stomach and Randy placed his
hands on my head. Both of them spoke softly and lovingly. Jack prayed for healing touch from
God as Randy spoke against the pain and the root cause with authority and commanded it to
leave. As they prayed I felt a warmth and slight burning sensation in my abdomen. They prayed
for about four minutes and then asked me how I felt. I realized that the pain was gone! Gone!
No more pain! God was so good. I felt so much better. He had touched me. Little ole me!
Everyone rejoiced with shouts and applause that I had been healed from this tormenting pain.
The conference had only just begun and a loving God had already showed up and
demonstrated His love and power in a mighty way. As I sat there in my seat I rejoiced and
thanked the Lord for what He had done. Then I remembered the original reason we had come
to the conference. I reflected back to the Sunday when my pastor announced to the church that
he was bringing me to the conference to receive healing from Parkinson’s disease. “Oh yeah” I
thought. This abdominal surgery and constant pain I had experience was just an attack by the
enemy to keep me from receiving from God. It was a filthy ploy and evil distraction. But now it
was gone! And now I can freely receive from God what he has for me. I resumed praying “Thy
Kingdom come NOW in my life!, Thy Kingdom come NOW in my body! Increase Your Kingdom
in me oh Lord!”
Bill resumed speaking and after a few minutes was interrupted again by the Lord. He stopped
and made a statement that sometimes people are involved in accidents and receive injuries
and a spirit of infirmity takes over their body and they will continually suffer for many years. At
that point, my pastor sitting next to me, knowing my background and history leans over and taps
Jack on the shoulder. With a tone of excitement he tells him that Bill is talking about me. Jack
stands up and calls out to Bill and exclaims with his distinct Texas accent: “Bill that would be
this man sitting right here”. Then he points to me. As a hush fell on the crowd, every eye in the
building was looking at me, Bill Johnson inquires from the podium of my condition. My pastor
Mark Wyatt immediately stands and with a hurried and excited high pitched voice gives 27 years
of medical history to Bill and the entire conference attendees in 30 seconds. He explained how
after a serious auto accident I have been in the hospital countless times with multiple
surgeries and was suffering from the progression of Parkinson’s disease. I then said to
myself: “Now it’s time to get down to business! This is why I’m here!” Randy Clark turns and
leans over and begins to whisper into my ear. He tells me of a lady he saw who was in the last
stages of Parkinson’s who could not even raise her hand off the mattress of her bed. He told of
how God healed and delivered her completely. My faith was increased greatly by this. I
continued to inwardly cry out to God in desperation for Him to heal me! At this point Bill Johnson
asked the crowd to point their hands toward me and agree in prayer for God to deliver me from
the infirmity in my body and be healed. Once again Jack Taylor and Randy Clark lay their hands
on me and softly begin to pray. Jack prays for healing and an increase in God’s Spirit in me and
for increase of His Kingdom in my whole being. Simultaneously, Randy Clark places his hands
on my head and begins to command in the name of Jesus a spirit of infirmity to leave my body.
Then he prays for God to regenerate the cells in my brain and restore my entire neurological
system. Then suddenly I felt heat in my head that began to burn. Then the burning sensation
proceeded to move through my head down my neck through my body and down my legs. As it
proceeded through me it intensified into a hot fire burning inside of me. I felt as if my entire body
was on fire but at the same time it was peaceful and soothing. Again the presence of the Holy
Spirit came over me just as before and then a great peaceful heaviness fell on me. I was
unable to stand up any longer and fell back into my seat. Randy, Jack and my Pastor continued
to pray for me. After a few moments the burning sensation subsided. My cloths were saturated
with sweat although the building was crisp and cool. Then I realized that I was holding my head
straight up. I was no longer looking at the floor! My whole body felt as light as a feather. I
immediately stood up to my feet and felt a steadiness that I had not felt in years. Was this it?
Did I get it? Oh my God! Yes! Yes! It happened! Pastor Mark then stated that I was taller by at
least 3 inches. Again the crowd praised God for what he had done. As everyone was still
standing Bill Johnson continued to talk. After a few moments he asks the people to be seated
so he can continue. Then I looked down at the cane still clinched in my right hand. I said to
myself: “but I still have my cane”. Then suddenly as I spoke those words to myself, it was if God
hit me in the chest with a sledge hammer and His voice rang through me: “Lee…THAT IS NOT
YOUR CANE! Get rid of it!” I realized at that point that I had taken ownership not only in my cane
but also in the Parkinson’s disease and all the sickness I had suffered over the years. Oh…I
get it! I’m a child of God. God did not give me that stuff. I was not to have ownership in anything
that was not of God. I immediately pushed my pastor out of the way and told him I had to get rid
of this cane. As people were sitting I walked upright as I had not been able to do before to the
front and center of the worship center. I threw the cane down as hard as I could in front of the
podium where Bill Johnson was standing, then turned and proceeded back to my seat. Upon
seeing this, yet another interruption by God in the service, Bill pointed to me as I walked away
and declared: “It is finished! It is over! It is done!”
I returned to the second row only to collapse in my pastor’s arms and began weeping
uncontrollably. It was as if 27 years of pain, hurt and sickness were now leaving my body. I was
tearing up the deed to all the things I had taken ownership of that was not of God.
Oh God is an AWESOME GOD! His mercy, grace and love are indescribable. Glory to the Most
High God!

Being Restored
March 9th.

It was the second day of the conference as I walked in to the worship center without that cane
and standing in a straight and upright position. The tremor was gone from my hands and body.
I had no limp when I walked. I took normal steps instead of the short choppy steps I had
become accustomed to over the last few years. Many people greeted me with excitement and
joy as they saw me. Several people stated that I looked twenty years younger than I did the day
before. All I could do was alternate from crying to laughing that day. All of a sudden I realize I felt
the same way Jack Taylor stated he did the day before. I just loved everybody! And most of all, I
love my God of Grace!
In the second session of the conference that day, I began to think about my wife and all she had
endured over the years. I was saddened at the thought of the countless hours she spent in
Hospital ICU and surgery waiting rooms. I thought of all of the thousands upon thousands of
dollars spent on medication and doctor’s bills over the years. I thought of how my daughters
had missed out on the best years of my life. My heart became so broken as I remembered
these things and I began to weep. Then that same feeling I had experienced the day before
when I was healed came over me. Here was a loving God visiting me once again through His
Holy Spirit. God wrapped His arms around me and spoke to my heart as a loving father would.
He said: “Lee, I am going to rewrite your history. Everything that the enemy has stolen from you
the last 27 years, I’m going to return to you seven fold! Any ground he has taken in your
relationships with your wife, your children and ministry will be restored! You will be restored
financially, emotionally, spiritually and physically! It will be as if none of these things had ever
happen!” He said He would rewrite my history. WOW! What an Awesome God! Then I was
reminded of a verse in the Old Testament I had not looked at in years. I believe the Holy Spirit
gave me recall of this verse to seal the deal God had started.

(Joel 2: 25-26 NKJV)
25. I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten,
The crawling locust,
The consuming locust,
And the chewing locust,
My great army which I sent among you.

26. You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied,
And praise the name of the Lord your God,
Who has dealt wondrously with you;

Lord….let Thy Kingdom come! In my spirit, in my soul and in my physical body!