10,000 Mile Teleportation: Man Teleports to Lay Hands on Sick Man, Heals Him

That is only one of the living facts of what Christianity is: the divine power of Jesus Christ by the Holy Spirit, filling a man’s soul and body, flashing through his nature like holy flame, accomplishing the will of God.

There is a baptism that belongs to Jesus. It is in His supreme control. No angel or man can bestow it. It comes from Him alone.

He it is “which baptizeth with the Holy Ghost” (John 1:33). So the individual who wants the Holy Spirit must come into definite, conscious contact with Jesus Christ Himself. Bless God!

Almost a year before I went to Africa, as I was praying one night, I was overshadowed by the Spirit of the Lord.

The Lord showed me various places in which I would labor for five years and, by the illumination that would appear in the heavens, I knew the extent of the work in each place. The last of these places I saw was South Africa.

That night as I knelt on the floor, I was suddenly present at a church in Johannesburg, South Africa, where an acquaintance of mine was pastor. I walked in the door of the church, walked the entire length of the church to the front and into a little vestry. I looked around the place and took note of everything—the furniture, the room, and all about it. All of this occurred as I prayed in my hometown near Chicago.

In less than a year, I was in that church—and pastor of it. God did the whole thing. I had nothing to do with it.

By God’s having shown with the illumination that marvelous extent and character of the work He was going to do all over the land, I had faith to believe that the thing God showed me would come to pass, and I have lived to see it through.

One evening in my own tabernacle, a young girl about 16 to 18 years of age by the name of Hilda suddenly became overpowered by the Spirit of God.

She arose and stood on the platform beside me. I recognized at once that the Lord had given the girl a message, so I simply stopped preaching and waited while the Spirit of God came upon her.

She began to chant in some language I did not know, then made gestures like those a Mohammedan priest would make when chanting prayers.

In the back of the house, I observed a young East Indian, whom I knew. He became enraptured and commenced to walk gradually up the aisle. No one disturbed him, and he proceeded up the aisle until he had reached the front. Then he stood looking into the girl’s face with intense amazement. When her message had ceased, I said to him, “What is it?”

He answered, “Oh, she speaks my language!”

I said, “What does she say?”

He came up on the platform beside me and gave the gist of her message:

“She tells me that salvation comes from God. In order to save men, Jesus Christ, who was God, became man. She says one man cannot save another; that Mohammed was a man like other men, not a power to save a man from his sins. But Jesus was God, and He had power to impart His Spirit to me and make me like God.”

While I was preaching in a church in South Africa, an American lady whose son resided in the state of Iowa was present in a weeknight service.

Before the service began, she called me into the vestry and said she had just received a letter from her daughter-in-law. It stated that the woman’s son, a college professor, appeared to be tubercular. He was compelled to give up his teaching position and was in a condition of great weakness.

As I conversed with the mother, I observed that she, too, believed her son to be tubercular and that, unless healing came to him quickly, he would die.

I returned to the Audience Room; and as we were about to pray, I stepped to the end of the platform and asked the mother to hand me the letter. Taking it in my hands, I knelt to pray, inviting all present to join me in faith in God for the man’s deliverance.

My spirit seemed to ascend in God, and I lost all consciousness of my environment.

Suddenly, I found myself standing in that young man’s home in Iowa, nearly 10,000 miles from Johannesburg. The man sat by a hard coal heater with a little boy about two years old on his lap.

I observed him critically and said to myself, Your face is hard and shows no evidence of soul development or spiritual life, yet your affection for your son is a redeeming quality.

His wife sat on the opposite side of the table, reading a magazine. Observing her, I remarked to myself, When he got you, he got a Tartar!2

While standing behind the man’s chair, I laid my hands on his head, silently praying for God to impart to him His healing virtue and make the man well—that he might bless the world and that his mother’s heart might be comforted.

There was no knowledge of my return. In a moment I was aware that I was kneeling on the church platform. I had been uttering an audible prayer, and the Spirit of God was resting deeply upon the people.

Some six weeks later, word was received that the young man was quite well. His recovery had begun on the exact date that prayer was offered for him in our church 10,000 miles away.

I was absent from the city of Spokane for a time, and when I returned, Mrs. Lake was not at home. It was just time to leave for my afternoon service when someone came in and said, “Your secretary, Mrs. Graham, is in the throes of death. Your wife is with her.”

Immediately I hurried to the place. One of my ministers’ wives met me at the door and said, “You are too late; she is gone.”

As I stepped inside, the minister was coming out of the room.

He said, “She has not breathed for a long time.”

But looking on that woman, I thought of how God Almighty had raised her out of death three years before; how He had miraculously given her back her womb, ovaries, and tubes which had been removed in operations; how she had married and conceived a child. As these thoughts arose, my heart flamed!

I took that woman up off the pillow and called on God for the lightnings of heaven to blast the power of death and deliver her. I commanded her to come back and stay. She came back after having not breathed for 23 minutes!

We have not yet learned to keep in living touch with the powers of God. Once in a while our souls rise, and we see the flame of God accomplish this wonder and that. But, beloved, Jesus Christ lived in the presence of God every hour of the day and night. Never a word proceeded from the mouth of Jesus Christ, but that which was God’s Word. He said, “The words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life” (John 6:63).

When you and I are lost in the Son of God and the fires of Jesus burn in our hearts, as they did in His, our words will be the words of Spirit and of life. There will be no death in them. Beloved, we are on the way.